Special long chapter! Please enjoy!

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"I told you it's just the hormones," Violet stamped her foot as Esme wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder. Alice paced uneasily in the hallway and Emmett and Edward were no where to be found.

"Everything will be fine, I promise," Esme whispered as she smoothed Violet's blonde hair that had turned frizzy from the stress of the past month. Just as she was beginning to feel comfortable with her 'condition' as an Immortal, she found out she was pregnant.

"I just need some time to think. Is Emmett here?" Violet whined, getting up from the couch and looking out the window. Bella and Renesmee had found refuge in the cottage in the woods, while Carlisle stood in the kitchen, waiting for the 'girl' talk to end.

"I think he's upstairs, waiting for you," Alice offered, jerking her head towards the stairs. Violet smiled in thanks and pulled herself away from the soft cushions, taking each step with care as she ascended into the dark second story of the Cullen's house.

"Emmett? Babe?" She cracked open the door to Edward's room (which had unofficially become her room since Edward and Bella no longer had a need for a bed) and saw Emmett's shoulder's visibly slump with relief as she entered. Kneeling down beside him, she took his cold hands in hers and looked up into his brown eyes which looked like deep pools of worry, hiding behind a fake smile.

"Hey. Why've you been hiding?" she asked, her voice a complete turnaround from what it had been only moments, minutes, even hours before. Emmett's hopes lifted.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me right now," he trailed off, breaking eye contact and inclining his head away. Violet's head cocked to the side like a dog curious with her master's behavior… just as she was curious about Emmett's.

"What're you talking about? I always want to see you. I was away from you for a month Em. It hurt to be away from you." This time, it was she who trailed off, getting up and sliding perfectly into Emmett's lap. He sighed as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. He was relieved that she felt that way. He had been without this simple contact for so long… and it had hurt him too.

He remembered all those nights in agony, going into the woods to just tear things apart. He couldn't stand her scent, her beautiful blue eyes staring at him in the photographs.

Emmett finally relaxed into her embrace, realizing she wasn't going anywhere this time. The pain was gone, and right now, he just wanted to rest with her in his arms.

"So…" Emmett began, mustering up the courage to say something and possibly break their perfect moment.

Violet looked up at him expectantly.

What is he going to ask about? She thought in a panic. What I did with the Volturi? About the pregnancy? How it happened? Why? Or about when I turned him away in Italy and watched him suffer?

"What are we going to name it?"

Violet felt an invisible weight lift from her shoulders, and she suddenly became very aware of her close proximity with her lover, and source of relief. She had been too pent up with apprehension to notice the swelling in her veins and the irksome throbbing it provided.

"Are you hungry? You're eyes look a little gold," Violet coughed, trying to be inconspicuous, while avoiding the other subject of the baby entirely. Only she and the three Volturi elders knew of her condition. She was still adjusted to feeding multiple vampires, and now… she only had one.

"I'm fine," he assured her moving his hand on her back in soft, eclectic patterns and soothed… and annoyed her.

"Are you sure?" She pressed, pulling his hot mouth closer to her neck. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, praying for the dull throbbing to subside with a bite. Emmett only planted a kiss on her pulsating neck and blew hot air on it.

Violet was not only irritated, she was also aroused. When Emmett felt her heart beat faster, he took her firmly in his arms, lifting up her thigh with one hand and moving it so she straddled him. He fell down on his back, gazing up into her face which was decorated with a coy smile as she lifted his black tee shirt over his head, revealing his toned, alabaster chest and neck.

She began at the top, kissing his Adam's apple and collar bone, eliciting soft groans of pleasure from Emmett who lay prone on the mattress. Emmett's hands had since entwined in her hair, rubbing her scalp encouragingly as she continued to bathe him with her hot tongue.

His chest rose and fell against the bed, but not because of labored breathing. Just because he was dead didn't mean he wasn't sensitive to the ministrations a woman could offer him… especially on his naked flesh. It wasn't until Violet's kisses reached the hem of his pants that she realized why Emmett had been writhing so.

His endowment was rock hard in the constricted denim of his jeans. He stilled his hips as to not force her to something she was not willing to do, but at the same time, he longed to rub it against her to feel some sort of relief.

Relief… why does that word keep popping up? Violet smiled to herself as she began to undo Emmett's belt. But just as her fingers closed around the leather, her stomach seized and she contorted violently into a ball, clutching her aching abdomen. It was like a thousand knives were sinking into her skin, and she scratched at them futilely to stop the pain. The only relief she found was in the darkness that overtook her.

When Violet awoke, she was surrounded by her vampire family. Bella was especially tense with concern.

"How come nobody called me? I experienced it before! I know what to expect-"

"We're sorry Bella. No one could've known she'd take such a turn for the worse," Carlisle said, frowning as he studied Violet's waking form.

"I would've known," Bella grumbled, only allowing her tension to be appeased when Edward wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder. Renesmee was being couriered by Esme who was accompanied by Alice in the kitchen. The rest of the family resided at Violet's side.

"How long was I out for?" she asked, blinking her eyes against the harsh lights of the living room. Carlisle knelt by her side, taking her pulse as he spoke to her with the sincere concern that only a father could muster.

"Only a few hours. But you should get your rest. Make sure if you feel uneasy, Bella or I is-" the confident doctor smiled as Violet nodded her head sleepily, however, it quickly was dusted away by the pounding headache she was experiencing due to the vast amount of blood pumping through her. She was surprised it hadn't started leaking out her ears.

Once it was clear she understood the message, Carlisle turned to leave his children to their own devices, however, Violet interrupted.

"Dr. Cullen-"

"Please, Violet. I've asked you a hundred times to call me Carlisle."

"… Carlisle. Would you… I mean, um," Violet's voice faltered as she realized the company she was keeping. She didn't want to expose Emmett OR his meddling brother Edward to her secret (even thought he probably knew it already), so she gave him a pleading look.

"Alright boys. Out."

Even though he wasn't truly their father, Carlisle commanded obedience among his children, adoptive or otherwise. When Violet and he were finally alone, she took a moment to straighten herself up before admitting her request.

"Ever since I've been home… my veins… they hurt. I know there's too much blood in them, so would you mind-"

"Violet, as a vegetarian, I can't sanction the drinking of human blood. I allow Emmett this because it is specific to you as his Immortal, however… I'm sorry. With the pregnancy, and adjusting to life back here, I feel it best if you just let it pass."

Let it pass? Like this is some kind of bad hangover? Violet's eyes became blurry with frustration.

Will no one help me? Bella… Esme, Alice… Never. Emmett, no, Edward… BIG no… Jasper-

As if on cue, the flighty vampire entered the room, seeming to be the only one who had sensed that the visit between Carlisle and Violet was over. Violet's stomach dropped at what her only option left seemed to be.

"I really just want to get out of here. Can you take me to see Jake?" Violet asked pitifully. She wanted to get away from vampires and all there drama, but first…

"I will," Jasper agreed in a stiff, chivalrous tone. "If you are well enough-"

"I'm fine… and thank you."

Violet's hopes sagged inwardly, but at the same time, she couldn't help but be proud her plan worked. Leaving the house behind, she followed Jasper out into the woods towards the reservation.

Once they were alone in the forest, Violet slowed her gait, forcing Jasper to turn and look at her strangely with his large, wide eyes. He could sense her guilt and indecision. He became nervous. The evergreen trees around them were dark and ominous in the waning light. Violet shuffled her feet even slower in the pine needles.

I hate myself… I can't believe I'm about to do this, Violet sucked in a deep breath before standing in front of Jasper, halting his forward momentum. He backed away uncomfortable.

"Jasper… I need you to drink my blood," she began, her voice shaking as she stretched out her forearm to him. He backed away immediately, however, his movements were jerky as his mouth went dry at the offer.

"Please! You'd be doing me a favor," she begged, reaching forward, faster than his baffled senses could react and grabbed his sleeve, holding him fast.

"No… I can't. I'm just starting to-"

"I know!" Violet interrupted harshly. She felt bad for the outrage she was unfairly taking out on him, but her veins were swelling to a painful crescendo.

"But it hurts so bad!" She choked out, scaling her nails down her sensitive pale flesh as if trying to relieve the pain in someway.

Jasper closed his eyes, turning his head away from the sight as if to avoid temptation. Unfortunately, Violet caught it… and exposed it. She had planned for such an occasion. Once Carlisle and Emmett had decided she needed all her strength and refused to drink from her… she knew Jasper was her last resort.

Reaching into the back pocket of her pants, she hastily pulled out the steak knife she'd stolen from Esme's kitchen and sliced her wrist opened. She let out a cry as the blade pierced her skin, and blood poured from the wound and dripped wastefully on the ground. Jasper's eyes snapped open.

As if struck by lightning, Jasper vanished, then reappeared in front of her, latching his mouth onto her wrist and pulling the precious liquid easily from her free flowing veins. The smell was too much for him to resist.

Violet had been right about one thing, though. Jasper was still young as far as vampires went, and he'd only been a vegetarian for a few years. He was no where near as gentle and understanding as Emmett when he fed. His venomous teeth sank into her exposed wound, causing the vulnerable blonde girl to collapse onto her knees.

Time seemed to stop, and Violet slowly began to realize she'd never come up with a more stupid plan in her life. The pain was horrible, and even though her blood had been in excess, she could still feel him drinking with each intake of breath.

Breathing… it was becoming harder and harder until… relief.

Once she had collapsed in his arms, Jasper suddenly was given a wake up call. He knew she couldn't die from it… but what about the baby? What if he'd killed it? What if he hurt her in some other way? Psychologically? Emotionally?

At that same moment, he wished he was the one who could slit his wrists. With his head bowed in shame, Jasper couldn't think straight. Should he return to the house and confess? No, his brother would surely kill him.

If only he'd been stronger…

Before Jasper had even sunk his fangs in, Alice had foreseen the blood, foreseen the fear in Jasper's eyes as he sat alone and hopeless in the grass of the darkening woods.

In an instant, Edward's eyes flashed as he read his sister's mind, pulling her quickly into the shadows of the trees.

"Oh God," Alice whispered as she saw him there, collapsed ten feet away from Violet, who lay pale and limp like a corpse in the wet mossy foliage. Edward rushed to the fallen woman's side, grasping her arms and shaking her gently from her rest.

"Violet, get up," he commanded. For the second time that day, Violet received a rude awakening in a very unexpected place. She blinked a few times before taking in the full extent of the situation.

Guilt swelled from inside her stomach like a thousand butterflies trying to escape at once… but somehow, they all got caught in her throat. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. What had she been thinking?

"Jasper… I'm so sorry-" she began before Edward interrupted.

"Leave him alone for now. Alice take him away, and tell Emmett nothing of this." Again, Edward spoke as if his voice was law. The small vampire nodded sadly, and it only further increased Violet's sinking feeling.

Alice… Jasper. I'm so sorry. Ugh, why can't I see the future? Than I'd realize what an idiot I am!

"Are you sure it's a good idea to be hiding this from Emmett?" Once more, Edward interjected.

"What do you think would happen if he knew about this? Besides, betraying his trust is something you seem to have a knack for." Edward gave her a stone cold glare to which she could only respond with silence.

Edward was in control now. She would just have to put up with his slander.

"… does it hurt?" Edward cut off her train of thought as she got shakily to her feet.

"Um, what?" Violet's vision was still fuzzy. Her head was throbbing from the venom. God it hurt.

"The bite. Does it hurt?" Once more, the psychic vampire's urgency outweighed his patience. "We'll wrap it up then. Let's go."

He never liked me. He hates me, I knew it. But who is he to judge? Jerk. Judgmental. Its not like Bella never did reckless crap when she was human. And YES, I'm sorry. A million times over, I'm sorry!

I don't know what you're mad at me for anymore. Violet voiced her thoughts more concisely when she realized Edward was probably reading them.

Is it the baby? Is it me? Is it the Volturi? I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much-

"I don't hate you. You're just so… human."

For once, they had come to an understanding.

Edward had returned to the house first, alerting Bella of what had happened and asking that she take Emmett away from the house and distract him for at least a few hours.

"We have to take Renesmee shopping."

Emmett blinked at his sister in law. Wasn't that normally something that she and Alice did together? Since when was it his job?

"Edward says that, the um, Volvo isn't working right now-"

"I'll go out there and have a look-"

"No!" Bella stood in front of the garage door and pointed out towards the driveway.

"We'll just take the jeep. You wanna drive?" She dangled the keys in front of him, and he gave a weak smile. He didn't know what she was up to, but he would play along.

Bella noticed the slightly nervous look on his face. Her brown eyes warmed instantly as she realized his concern.

"Don't worry about her. We'll both keep our phones on. Renesmee! Let's go."

When his wife, child and brother were safely out of range, Edward led Violet into the house and had the bite wrapped. Thankfully, he hadn't had to provide a distraction for his parents. They were already in the mountains in search of food. Now it was simply Edward and Violet alone in the kitchen.

"Do you think," Violet began slowly watching as Edward methodically wrapped the gauze around the wound on her lower arm. "- that Jasper will ever speak to me again?" Her voice faltered as she realized the gravity of the situation.

Yes, she was Emmett's Immortal soul-mate, but… that was it. The Cullen's had barely known her for six months when the incident with the Volturi occurred. They had always been nice enough to her. And she'd betrayed them. Not just Emmett and Jasper, but all of them.

They're good people, and they don't deserve to be put through this.

"I couldn't agree more," Edward muttered tying the dressing securely around the blonde woman's arm and disposing safely of the bloodied cloths so no other resident vampire would fall victim to bloodlust.

"And yes. In time I believe Jasper will forgive you. You're practically one of us, and although it hasn't happened yet, I believe you'll be part of this family someday." Violet looked up sharply at this comment. She stared disbelieving into Edward's eyes as he continued.

"-and sometimes, families hurt one another." Violet's blue eyes glistened with tears. "Edward… I'm so sorry-"

"Save your breath. I already know what you're going to say." Impatient, irritated Edward was back. Violet bit her tongue and adhered to his words.

"Is it possible for me to see Jasper now?" Edward gave an obvious look of distaste at this statement, but sighed and paused to think it over.

"Not with such a wound, no, although it might be best to get the air cleared before the rest of the family returns." Violet ran her hand over her bandage, remembering the incident so vividly, that she shuddered. The bite was still viciously painful, but she would bear it for a few moments with Jasper.

"Alice has taken him North towards the mountains. Grab your jacket and I'll take you there."

"I forgive you." Jasper's sated, brown eyes blinked unfazed by Violet's insufferable apologies. As soon as Violet had arrived, she'd been helplessly trying to explain.

"You don't have to. I would understand if you didn't-" Violet once more attempted to give him some sort of reason to hate her. She certainly had enough reason to hate herself right now.

"Let's just call it even. I can tell how much you are suffering right now." Jasper's eyes shone knowingly. He had felt her pain.

"Oh… the whole reading emotions thing… got it." Violet nodded in understanding and cast a glance at Alice who still looked uneasy.

"I am truly sorry. To the both of you. I don't know what it was, I just went crazy. I promise. It won't ever, ever happen again."

She kicked herself. She sounded pathetic.

"You did just fine," Edward assured her, taking her on his back as the four of them raced back to the Cullen house together.

"Wait," the psychic vampire had caught her at the door, pulling her aside on the porch as Alice and Jasper entered. Edward took a step closer, closer than normal and began rubbing his hands up and down the bandage, hoping to smother the scent of Jasper's venom on Violet's skin.

Once he was satisfied, he led a slightly confused Violet into the warm solace of the house.

Violet sought refuge in the kitchen where she knew that the vampires mostly never hailed. They didn't have to, because they didn't eat. She fixed herself a bowl of Captain Crunch, which she picked at nervously until she heard the sound of tires crunching gravel in the driveway. She knew Emmett was back.

She ran to the door with unrestrained affection, wrapping her arms around him as soon as he walked in. She had had a trying day, and even though she prayed he'd never find out about it, she still felt the need for that warm, comforting, secure feeling she felt whenever she was with him.

He didn't say anything as he swept her up in his arms, spinning her light frame around in a circle as Nessie ran in swinging a Gap Kid's bag and looking altogether pleased with herself.

"Show daddy what uncle Emmett bought you," Bella said encouragingly as her daughter sped around the house in search of her father. She met Violet's gaze and gave her a nod, as if to acknowledge that her end of the operation was complete.

"So… how come you never take me shopping?" Violet joked as she brushed her hair in her bedroom that night. Emmett couldn't help but grin. Her playful spirit had returned, and not a moment too soon.

"You never ask," he retorted, raising an eyebrow as she slid under the covers and looked at him expectantly. She knew there was something on his mind when he gave her that look… just like he was giving her now.

"You didn't answer my question earlier," he whispered, his large frame towering over her as he approached her in the bed. The blonde girl gave him an inquisitive look before he sat down, taking her soft warm hand in his.

"What're we going to name it?" Violet was taken aback by the question, but didn't let it show on her face. Emmett was worried about her, that much she could tell.

And why shouldn't he be?

If he knew half of what happened today he'd-

"Vie?"

"Isn't it a little early to be thinking about-" Violet stopped herself lurching forward slightly at the nausea she was feeling.

"What's wrong?" Emmett leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead.

Nope. No fever-

In a flash, Violet was out of the covers and into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet bowl as she saw her afternoon snack again.

"Needless to say, it tasted better the first time," she mumbled, wiping her mouth as the shaking of her body decreased with the loss of her lunch. Emmett stood in the doorway, his expression sympathetic as he flashed forward and took her long hair back in his hands, rubbing her scalp comfortingly as another wave of nausea came and left.

"All I heard was a someone running. Is everything alright?" Bella asked as she suddenly appeared in the doorway. Once she saw what was happening, she too gave Violet a look of empathy.

"Don't worry. Vampire pregnancies are much shorter. You'll only have morning… well, sickness for another few days or so. If you need anything, Edward and I are downstairs." As quickly as she arrived, she was gone, and Violet let her head droop in exhaustion.

I just want this day to be over.

After sitting with Emmett on the cold tile of the bathroom floor for a few more minutes, Violet finally broke the silence.

"I think I'm good now," she told him as she got up and headed back towards the hall. He followed her, a dark, silent shadow that stood by her side, even when she was sweaty and nauseous and pregnant.

This time, Emmett slid in bed next to her, pulling her head to his chest as she slept. Even though he was a vampire and didn't sleep, somehow, he still looked tired.

"I know you're not sleepy, but could you… could you stay with me?" Violet's pleading eyes were all the motivation he needed.

"Always."

He was ice and she was fire. Her warm hand felt good in his as he watched her sleep. So many things plagued her nowadays. He just hoped he could be what she needed in the coming months.

As you can probably tell, I have a bit of a problem with Edward. We're going through a rough patch in our relationship, but it'll soon pass. :)

~DMar