Emmett POV

Henry softly closed the book and whispered, "Thank you. It's nice to have something of her. But I know who my mother and father are." He placed his hand on top of ours.

Rose grabbed Henry, pulling him into her lap again. She pressed her lips against his head, just at his hairline, and began rocking him back and forth. I saw Esme place her head on Carlisle's shoulder and Alice lean into Jasper, smiling gently up at him. Nessie wrapped her tiny arm around Jake's massive one as they sat beside each other on the couch. Rose continued to squeeze Henry to her, running her fingers through his hair. I turned my head for a minute so that the others couldn't see my expression. I was going to face the music next, anyway: no need to give them the extra ammunition of knowing just how profoundly seeing my wife this way affected me.

"Mama … can't … breathe," Henry murmured, and I laughed, remembering Bella using those exact words.

Rose released him immediately, smiling down into his tiny face.

"Besides, it's daddy's turn now," he grinned up at her.

"It is, indeed," she agreed, brushing his hair back as she looked at me with a blank face.

Alice pushed the remaining gifts over in a stack in front of me, and then ran up the stairs. Where was she running off to? Jasper grinned in anticipation at me as he said, "Bella and Edward's gifts are upstairs and she just went to get them."

I looked around and realized that everyone was staring at me. I groaned; this wasn't good… I was getting the feeling that they had all ganged up on me. I looked up as I heard Alice's footsteps at the top of the stairs, and I froze. Coming down the stairs was the largest arrangement of daisies I had ever seen. It must have stood three feet tall, and probably that big around. I could only guess that Alice was under the pot bringing it to me, because I couldn't see her body through the profusion of blooms, just a bag dangling.

I shook myself loose from the shock and looked around the room. Oh, crap. I knew what was going to happen now, all because of Edward and his stupid trip to the bath and body shop. I was never going to live it down.

"Alice pot" stopped at the side table closest to me and placed the arrangement on it. She then ducked out from under the monstrosity with a florist card in her hand, and the bag dangling from the other. Giggling, she dropped the card into my lap as she passed me and crawled into Jasper's waiting arms.

I stared down at the card like it was one of the Volturi, crouched in attack position.

"What does it say, Daddy?" Henry asked, looking up with expectant eyes.

I had planned to throw it away versus reading it, but his question kept me from doing that. I took an unnecessary breath and slowly opened it.

Emmett, Since your love of daisies has so recently come to my attention I thought that nothing could signify my love for my new big brother better than a continuous gift of your passion. I have arranged for daily deliveries from the local florist. No need to thank me. The joy on your face will be thanks enough. By the way did you know that there are over 200 varieties of daisies? Figuring one a day, you'll still be done in time for next Valentine's Day. Bella

P.S. Since I knew this first time had to be a surprise I asked the singing delivery person to wait until tomorrow to start that service

I tried to keep from growling as I looked up from the card - two hundred days of daisies. I knew they were probably rolling with silent laughter, and I expected to see humor in their faces, bodies twitching and the like. However, when I looked up every face looked at me in joy. They were smiling in appreciation of Bella's gift. What the …?

Esme looked over to Rose and Alice, "The arrangements will look nice on the dining room table, and they'll help brighten the room in there and in the kitchen."

Alice and Rose both agreed adamantly and began discussing where my "lovely" gifts could be utilized around the house. While their conversation continued, Nessie asked, "Uncle Emmett, may I have some of the daisies from your vase?" She practically looked like she was begging.

I nodded my head in a jerky assent, afraid to say anything for fear my voice would probably crack. I was going to tear Edward apart. He had to be behind this fiasco; either him or his charming bride.

Nessie skipped over to the large vase and pulled out a handful of the flowers from around the arrangement. Sitting back down, she tied them together into three necklaces as my mother, wife, and sister continued their interior decorating discussion.

I should have been forewarned by her innocent expression, she was Edward's daughter after all. Knowing that we had made Jasper wear his gifts, she strolled back over and put one of the creations around my neck. She leaned in and kissed my cheek before going back over to place one around Jacob's neck and her own. I couldn't rightly refuse since they were also wearing one of the numbers.

Henry reached up to pat the flowers against my chest. "I like your necklace, Daddy. It makes me want to smile."

Makes me want to smile? Was he in on it too? Crap, crap, crap…

Still talking with Esme, Alice reached over and handed me the bag she had brought from upstairs. It was a gift bag, covered in daisies of course. I read the tag silently:

Emmett, Sorry we can't be with you tonight. I hope you and Rose will enjoy these later. And by the way, like Bella's gift, mine is a gift that keeps on giving. You'll receive a package of assorted lotions and oils each month for your and Rose's pleasure. Edward

I snarled internally. I didn't have to be Alice to know what I was going to find. I deluded myself briefly into fantasizing that I could get by without opening the package. Rosalie, the love of my life, the one that should've been helping me at this time of crisis, looked up at me with her golden eyes and asked, "Em, what's in the bag?"

She smiled with blatant curiosity apparent in her eyes. I steeled myself for the comments I was sure were waiting expectantly on the tips of everyone's tongues. Reaching down into the bag, I grabbed whatever I touched first. It was a large bottle of daisy scented body oil.

Rose squealed in delight, reaching up to take it out of my hands. "Thank you, Edward; that's my favorite." She turned it to the group. "This is the best stuff, if you heat it just slightly in the microwave, it's perfect. I'm so excited. We're out of the stuff that Emmett purchased."

She grabbed the bag from me and started pulling it all out, and then read the tag. "EACH MONTH … I'm starting to rethink what I got for Edward. Maybe I need to do something else …"

Jacob snorted cryptically at Rose, but then turned to me with a genuine smile on his face. "Looks like you may have gotten one of the few gifts that will actually get used."

Rose opened the oil bottle and squirted some on her hand. The smell permeated the room. I waited again for someone to break – I was betting on Jasper. I started counting 10…9…8…

I was pleased when I saw him begin to speak; I knew he wouldn't be able to last long.

"Did you know that, historically, the daisy symbolized innocence? It was used in most wedding ceremonies until the rose replaced it in popularity. I remember that there was a tradition as well for a maiden to be blindfolded and placed in a field of daisies to see how many she could grasp within a time period. It was believed that her years of marital happiness would be directly reflected by the number of daisies found in her hands at the end of the time period."

He looked like a freaking history professor – so sure in his knowledge. Pompous jerk.

"I wonder if that's where the whole 'he loves me, he loves me not' thing came from," Esme pondered.

Carlisle looked to her perplexed. She shrugged her shoulders at him when she saw his curiosity. "Remember, I grew up on a farm. When I was able to socialize with the other girls in town, usually after church on Sundays, we all sat around envisioning our future and husbands. Needless to say, I didn't quite envision my husband being so handsome," she smiled over to him, "or so old." She ribbed him gently at the last statement.

"Esme, help your old husband a little, what exactly does that have to do with the daisy?" Carlisle grinned at her fondly.

Rose spoke up, "A young girl picks a daisy. Envisioning the individual that she believes is her true love, she picks off the petals as she alternately states 'he loves me, he loves me not'. When she pulls the last petal, whichever phrase she ends with 'the truth' about how the object of her affection feels."

Carlisle looked at Rose incredulously. "You're teasing, right? Tell me human girls do not actually believe that a random number of petals will foretell the level of commitment between them and their mates."

Nessie had darted back toward my flower arrangement as Carlisle was speaking. She returned with a single flower in her hand and began picking off the petals. We all watched in fascination as she got to the last petal. She started grinning. I sniffed; as if the level of devotion her mutt felt for her was ever in question. It was fanaticism at the very least.

Rose leaned over and grabbed my head between her hands and kissed me passionately. Halfway through the kiss, she grabbed my hair, securing my face to hers for a few more moments before she pulled away. "Don't ever think I had to go through all that to figure out your feelings for me, baby."

After she released me from her wicked ways, I realized there was one problem. She still had the oil on her hands, and it now covered my skin. She realized the problem almost immediately, "Oh Em, I'm sorry I forgot all about having the stuff on me."

She leaned over and began swiping at my face with her hands but all that accomplished was to smear it even further across my face. "Oh shoot, that's not helping, let me go get a paper towel," she said beginning to rise. I stopped her.

"Let me just go wash it off."

I walked into the kitchen and proceeded to scrub my face at the sink. As I turned the water back off, I heard what sounded suspiciously like a snicker coming from the living room, but when I dashed to the door, the family was interacting normally with each other as they awaited my return. Henry looked up and waved his little hand impatiently, encouraging me to hurry. I could still smell the oil in my hair (nothing was going to solve that problem but a shower) but at least I didn't feel it all over my face.

Henry was holding up an envelope when I returned to my seat. He crawled into my lap as soon as I sat back down. "This is from Uncle Jasper and Nana."

I looked over at Jasper and Esme. Esme answered my unspoken question, "Jasper suggested the gift, and I decided I wanted to help out."

I tore into the envelope and found a receipt from the local car-detailing business in town.

"Esme and I decided that you really deserved to have your Jeep detailed, Emmett. Everything has been polished and scrubbed to perfection," Jasper smiled at me.

They had touched the Jeep. Nobody touched my Jeep! I jumped to my feet with Henry in my arms and raced to the garage. If those thugs down at the local shop left one scratch on it, I was going to thrash Jasper. He knew better. I raced out into the garage and came to a dead stand still as the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

I heard the family behind me.

Huge daisies, peace signs, and smiley face magnetic decals covered almost every bare inch of my Jeep. The spare tire was covered by some horrendous image of a cow with a multicolored pattern behind it. Below the cow's face was the wording, "Daisy the Cow." Stickers had been applied to the bumper. One read, "I love Daisy." Hanging from the rear view mirror was a Daisy air freshener. Finally, adding insult to injury, someone had put a vanity license plate on my baby that read "MS. DAISY."

I felt the rumbling in my chest as snarls and growls ripped out of me. Pandemonium ensued behind me as the group burst into laughter.

"I thought I was going to loose it earlier when Nessie put the necklace around his neck. Did you see his face? I wished I had a picture of that for my photo album," my own mother said, just before she slid down the wall of the garage landing on her butt in laughter.

Carlisle stood beside her with the palms of his hands rubbing his eyes. "I almost didn't make it that far. When he saw Alice coming down the stairs I almost blew it then," he guffawed as I snarled at him.

"Rose, you're a natural. When you started rubbing that oil into his face, I thought I was going to come unglued," Jacob howled out in laughter. "Did you see him; he didn't know what had hit him. It was priceless."

"The word 'innocent' combined with any conversation about Emmett is hilarious," Alice said, her tinkling laughter added insult to injury. She actually snorted as she continued to carry on, sidestepping to the right just before the ratchet I threw at her whizzed by.

Nessie leaned over to Rose, giving her a 'high five' slap while Jasper leaned helplessly against the doorframe. He was rendered mute by the amusement of the others. He had his arm wrapped around his stomach like it was hurting from laughing too much. I handed Henry, the only person in the room to remain loyal to me, to his mom and started over to the Jeep to begin the process of removing everything.

"Ummm.. daddy, you aren't through with your presents yet," he whispered. I spun around. Et tu, Brute? Et tu? Even Henry had abandoned me in my hour of need.

He smiled at me angelically as he plunged the knife, "and Nessie hasn't decided what her reward will be for winning. She might decide you have to live with your presents."

He turned and grinned, attempting to convey a message to his comrade. Nessie's eyes lit in merriment. WHY did he have to encourage her?

Carlisle reached down and pulled Esme up and the family staggered back into the living room, gasping for breath as they went. I was pondering what evil plan I could foist on Edward to pay him back for this. It wasn't like I could just buy him Strawberry stuff – he would like it too much.

I saw the family handing money to Esme as I came through the door. When she saw me looking at her, she grinned. "We took bets on which present would break you, Jasper and I bet on ours and won."

I hissed at her as she turned half of the money over to Jasper, and everyone collapsed again. "By the way, we really did have your Jeep detailed. We wanted our presents to be showcased in the best light," she said, patting me on the shoulder, as I passed her.

I had four presents still left on the floor. I decided to ignore the frivolity that the bet had caused and go sit down. They all continued to laugh around me. As Rose put Henry back down into my lap, I relented and broke out into a smile. Okay, they had gotten me; I could give them a little slack, as I had been known to be totally merciless in the past.

Alice came over to me smiling and leaned down to pick up a small package. She placed it in my hands before leaning over to kiss my forehead. "Em, you're a great big brother." I froze.

"What's the catch?" I asked her.

She patted my cheek and then walked back toward Jasper as she said, "Nothing, I just think you need to know sometimes."

I continued to stare at her as I opened the package. She had found a hideous shirt. It was designed like a Hawaiian shirt and was solid black with bright white and orange daisies randomly scattered across the fabric. Each daisy had a smiling face in it. It was gaudy, and I loved it. I threw it on over my t-shirt, just imagining going out with Rose in this. She would throw a hissy fit. I'd borrow the awful shoes that Carlisle had gotten and wear some khaki shorts and knee high athletic socks with it. I was already envisioning the threats she would throw my way. I grinned in anticipation and saw Rosalie tense up at the look on my face. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Alice, this is awesome!"

She hooted; leaning in to Jasper to whisper something she had obviously seen in a vision and his face lit in amusement. Rose looked at Alice fearfully, but before she could ask any questions, I distracted her by asking. "Which one did you and Henry get me?"

Henry pointed at a square box. I reached around him and picked it up. Tearing the paper off I found a toy called the "Crazy Daisies flower toy." Imagine… The front of the box depicted a family running through the water spray of the toy.

Henry looked up to me. "Mama said as soon as I start running well enough, you and I can hook this up to a water hose outside and have fun."

I looked down into his face, realizing we would do exactly that. If the family didn't watch out, I was going to do it naked, just to get back at them for all the daisy love.

Carlisle pointed to a manila envelope on the floor saying, "Henry, go ahead and give Emmett that next, it's from me."

I was curious, as the envelope had a fairly large bulge in the middle. I opened the top flap and turned the envelope upside down to dump the contents on the floor. The first thing that fell out was a large roll of clear surgical tape. Then a piece of transparent paper fluttered to the floor. On it was a drawing of a large daisy. The paper had been trimmed to conform to the artwork.

Carlisle snickered. "Take them all out, Emmett. I wanted to give you some variety to choose from, so I had them drawn especially for you." As he explained, I pulled out more drawings for a total of ten.

"I had them designed by a tattoo artist in Seattle, on the clear film, and then it was treated to keep the art from fading. Now Emmett can have a different tattoo every day if he so chooses. The tape should help hold it on, and when he puts it on, all that will show is the design."

I laughed at his ingenuity and choice of drawings. One of the flowers had a traditional smiley face just like my new favorite shirt, but an almost identical one had fangs drawn on to it with droplets of blood streaking down and, of course, the words "BITE ME" to the side. Another one had a pair of sunglasses on. My favorite had a rose and a daisy with the stems entangled as if they had grown together in support … it was an extraordinary piece of art. The stem of the daisy had grown between the thorns present on the rose. I looked up at him a little stunned at the symbolism.

He grinned as he said, "I figured that when you opened Henry's gift, you would start plotting how to run around naked to shock your mother, so I made sure to supply your traditional naked wear."

Even Esme laughed when she saw the look on my face. I was busted. It was like the man had eyes in the back of his head. He either knew exactly what I was doing behind his back, or guessed at what I was going to do. I could credit the guessing the future thing to Alice tattling on me, but the eyes in the back of the head I hadn't figured out yet. Although, as I looked down at the black hair of my son, I began to have a sneaky suspicion I would sooner than later.

The last present, Jacob and Nessie's, sat before me. I reached over and pulled the lid off the box. Reaching inside I pulled out some sort of daisy toy. The daisy's head had sunglasses on, and was on the top of a long stalk with appropriate leaves. It sat on a black base. Henry reached over pressing the button on the base and the stalk began jerking back and forth to give the impression that the flower was dancing. Then the most horrendous whistling and "OOHing" issued from the base. After a few stanzas of the noise the thing spit out "Don't Worry, Be Happy." Jacob picked up the whistling, making it doubly annoying.

Alice's voice picked up the first line, "Here's a little song I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note."

Jasper rumbled, looking very pleased with the obnoxious song, "Don't worry, be happy."

Jacob picked up, "In every life we have some trouble." Everything came to a stand still as everyone froze, staring in horror at him.

"Jacob, um, we'll stop now, really," Alice's eyes were as big as saucers.

The family broke up at how truly horrible Jacob's voice was. He grinned, not even caring.

"I told Bella once she didn't want to hear me sing," he stated, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know which version was worse, yours or Bobby McFerrin's. If you were going to get me one of these, couldn't you have found one that at least used the Bob Marley version?" I begged.

"Luck of the yard sale draw."

Henry, of course, reached over and pushed the button again, laughing at the look on my face. "Uncle Jacob, sing it all," he begged.

Rose flew into the garage muttering about the need for a screwdriver to remove the batteries as Jacob rattled the windows with his version. Nessie attempted unsuccessfully to put her hands across his mouth; he held her in his arms and stretched his neck to keep her from being successful.

I looked over to Esme, begging permission, and she quickly handed Carlisle the whistle. Nessie bounded out of the way as I leaped across the space placing a pillow across his face. I heard Rose attempting to talk Henry into handing over the toy. His answer was to press the button again. Rose literally growled at him, as we could still hear Jake's muffled caterwauling and laughing.

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The party had broken up with Alice, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle going up to their rooms. I knew Alice and Jasper were going hunting, and the rest of us planned to give Esme and Carlisle some privacy tonight, so we were all heading in different directions. After Jacob had offered to keep Henry for the evening, I had reserved a hotel room in Seattle for Rose and me.

Rose grimaced as she buckled Henry into his new car seat in Jake's Rabbit. "You really need a new car Jake. That certificate will only pretty this thing up so much. If my car wouldn't stink, I'd let you drive it instead."

She wrung her hands nervously as Henry waved bye to her. This was the first time he would be out of her sight since he had come to be with us. She was torn; it looked like she wanted to reach back in and rip him back out of the car.

Jacob walked over to her. "Rose, he'll be fine. He'll be surrounded by the pack, Nessie and I will be there; just how much trouble do you think he can get into? Go and enjoy your night, and we'll see you back here tomorrow evening."

She grimaced at Jacob and made an attempt at humor. "Henry, if they bother you, just threaten to bite them."

"Carlisle, Esme, we're leaving now," Jacob spoke loudly, as much to tell Esme and Carlisle they were free to frolic as to put an end to his and Rose's conversation.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I called out to Carlisle, pulling Rose toward the Jeep.

Rose's scowl deepened as she looked at my poor baby. "I can't believe Nessie made you live with this for a week."

I smiled at her as she slid into the passenger seat. "You knew it was coming. It was an ideal opportunity for her to make us both suffer." She huffed over at me as she hit the garage door button to close the door. I knew the only thing keeping her in the Jeep was the fact that the windows were tinted and no one could see inside.

We followed Jake's wreck down to the highway where we turned in opposite directions. Nessie waved at us as they turned for the reservation and we began sped off towards Seattle.

"Where are we going, Em?" Rose whispered over to me looking up at the full moon as the dark clouds raced over the sky.

"I reserved a suite at the Grand Hyatt in Seattle. I didn't think you would want to stay in town." The local motels were below Rose's standards.

As we traveled toward Seattle, we laughed about the evening and some of our favorite gifts. We arrived in Seattle not too many hours later, and I thought Rose would die of humiliation when the valet greeted us at the hotel entrance. She attempted to walk away from the vehicle as quickly as possible, so as not be associated with it. However, in her haste, she dropped her scarf without realizing it. After picking it up, the doorman called out "Pardon me, Miss?"

Preoccupied, Rose didn't realize he was calling her. He called out a little louder "Pardon me, Miss Daisy?" I froze for a minute attempting to get my humor under wraps. He saw me coming around the back of the Jeep, "Pardon me, sir, are you driving Miss Daisy? She dropped her scarf." I swallowed my humor as I took it out of his hands, "Apparently, I am."

Rose was waiting by the counter, mortified. "When we leave here, I'll meet you down at the corner," she said.

I laughed, throwing the scarf around her neck and using it to pull her over to lightly kiss her lips. As soon as we were in the room, she relaxed.

She giggled and said, "It is pretty funny when you don't have to be in it."

I looked at her and sarcastically said, "Ha, ha, ha. It's too bad that she didn't make you carry around your therapy dolls. I'd like to see you explain those."

She smiled as she slowly walked across the room toward me. I dropped the luggage, immediately grabbing her to me.

"I love you, Rosalie Hale Cullen," I murmured against her lips. I knew, however, if this continued, I would be too distracted to remember my gift to her. I slowly let her go and backed up. She started slowly unbuttoning her sweater, smiling at me.

"Arrgh, OK, stop that for a moment," I turned away to keep from attacking her.

"Hmm, are you attempting to be in control, Emmett," she whispered from just behind me, running her fingers across my back.

I jumped to the other side of the room. "Rose, stop," I said laughing. "I'm attempting to keep your clothes on for a few more seconds so that I can focus long enough to give you your present."

She smiled at me. Going to her luggage she removed a package at the same time as I took one from mine. We met at the couch.

"May I go first," she asked me solemnly. I nodded my head.

"Em, I had a really hard time deciding on what to give you. Honestly, I just couldn't find a gift that really helped me to express what you mean to me. You put on the big, dumb show for everyone, but you know they all understand the true you. They just let you carry on because you are so much fun to be around. You bring joy to our family, and you've been the antithesis of my brooding behavior for so long."

"Now we have Henry, and honestly, I can't find a single thing to be sad about anymore. I know that I may have made you feel unwanted at times because I longed for my old human life. I can only apologize for my disrespectful behavior."

I attempted to interrupt her; to let her know I already "knew" all that, but she placed her fingers over my mouth.

"You had my heart from the first moment I looked into your face. You have my forever, but what I have never truly surrendered to you was my past. I had the ring that Royce gave me melted down and made into this for you. I don't know why I ever kept it. I guess to remind myself of his betrayal." She handed me the package in her hand.

I opened the package to find a gold charm suspended on a chain. A grizzly and a cub. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.

She saw me touch the bears in reverence. "Edward helped. My contribution was the gift of my past. His was the idea for what my past should be fashioned into."

I placed my hand to the side of her face, using my thumb to gently skim the perfection of her cheekbones.

"I know you don't wear jewelry." She quirked her eyebrow at me, "Even the 'manly' stuff. But maybe you can wear it on special occasions?"

"Wi..." I had to cough to get the frog out of my throat. "Will you put in on for me, please?"

I handed her my small package as she sat back down in front of me.

"I went with Jacob when he went to Seattle to order Bella's gifts. I had it made for you. Edward also helped me talk with Henry to find out what he would like." I huffed. "Guess I'll have to let Crabby off this time."

Rose giggled at my name for Edward as she tore into the package. Inside the box was a platinum mother/son pendant and chain. The artisan had fashioned the pendant in the likeness of the Madonna and child. It was an exquisite piece, but it still didn't outshine Rose. The joy on her face was mesmerizing. I repaid the honor of placing the jewelry around her graceful neck.

She smiled up through her lashes. "Em, I love you." I reached over and captured her lips with mine. Very soon, the only thing between us was the gifts we had fashioned. And the scent of daisies. Damn it.

Author's Notes:

I apologize for the delay in posting. I wanted to post both Henry and Emmett's chapters in the same week. I have to say - wrapping up my first multi-chaptered story comes with a little sadness. FT came out of a reader's request for out-takes from Harvest Moon - I don't think she knew what would come from such a simple request. If you have ideas - send them my way. I can say that although I conclude at least this story with a little sadness - that the joy of not having to come up with anymore clever gifts outweighs the sorrow.

Thanks to fellow country girl, winterstale, for helping me figure out what Rose would get Emmett. Her avatar was my inspiration. It is a small world when two individuals who grew up so close to one another, and now live in the same metropolitan area can find each other over Twilight.

Again, I cannot say enough good things about my two betas:

CullenFest - for her patience with me and my anxiety about writing. She keeps me sane! Visit her stories for good lemony experiences. She specifically wrote one of her chapters on Loving Edward for me - she is a doll.

Crmcneill - for his mighty red pen, and help in mapping out strategy. I have attempted to convince him that he needs to give up his day job and start a editing business. Help me in my quest! If you haven't read his story Downward Spiral you are missing an experience. It isn't a happily ever after story, but is an excellent read!

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