Set after Breaking Dawn…
Edward and I were standing just outside our lovely little cottage, one starry evening, while Renesmee was sleeping inside. I sighed. "Something wrong, dear?" Edward asked. "Not really. I just realized that I'm going to live forever," I replied bashfully. He suppressed a smile and asked solemnly, "what made you realize it?" I looked at the ground, and replied, "well-," but was cut off by a loud scream of:
"THE BROCCOLI IS DEAD!!"
Signaling that I follow him, Edward raced to the big house. When we got there, we saw a really weird sight. Emmet was curled up on the floor, rocking back and forth, holding a piece of… broccoli. Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper were kneeled around him. "What the heck happened?!" Edward asked incredulously. "We're not really sure. But, we think he has gone mad!" Alice said excitedly. Jasper looked up and said, "He also keeps mumbling something about Veggie Tales, Justin Timberlake, and belly buttons."
Edward grimaced. "Justin Timberlake again! First you, now Emmet! Who the heck even is this Justin guy?!" Edward cried. I gently patted his hand. "It doesn't matter, Edward." After taking one last look at Emmet, we strolled, hand-in-hand, back to the cottage to discuss the national debt.
The end. Thank you for reading! Sorry if you expected a longer sequel.