Chapter 12: Making Plans

Emmett was working on a truck when he heard the door open to the garage. "I'll be right with you!" he called out. He looked over his shoulder to see his grandmother there. If he wasn't frustrated by the fact that Sophie was there, he'd find it entertaining. There she was, standing in her designer business suit and high heels, her hair pulled back in the tight bun like she always with her glasses were hanging around her neck.

"Well, isn't this…lovely," Sophie commented looking around.

"Pays for the bills, puts a roof over my family's head, food on the table, and clothes on their back," he answered.

"You wouldn't have to worry about that if you just continued with your schooling at Harvard," Sophie told him.

"I didn't want to become what you wanted me to become," he answered, "it wasn't your decision anyways."

"Your parents paid a fortune for your tuition at Harvard," Sophie told him.

"Yeah only because you told them how much I wanted to be a lawyer," he replied.

Sophie was silent. "I have a wonderful woman who wants to marry me. She might not be a doctor or a lawyer or whatever you want me to marry I still love and adore her," he told the older woman.

"Why?" Sophie asked.

"Why is the grass green? Why is the sky blue? Why are there millions upon billions of stars in the sky? Rosalie means everything to me," Emmett answered, "she and Maggie both."

"The child isn't even yours, doesn't that embarrass you?" Sophie asked.

Emmett wiped the grease from his hands. "Maggie is my daughter. Even though I wasn't the one who helped create her, she's still mine and I love that little girl more than anything in this world," he replied.

"How could you care for a child that's not biologically yours?" Sophie demanded.

"Why the hell does it matter whether or not Maggie shares my DNA?" he demanded.

"Because the father could come back and claim paternity on the child and I don't want to see you get hurt," Sophie answered.

Emmett almost threw a wrench across the room. "If that son of a bitch comes anywhere near Maggie or Rosalie, I'll kill him," he told his grandmother.

"She might want to go back to him," Sophie commented.

"No, not after all the shit he put hr through! Did you know that he forced Rosalie to miscarry two other babies before she became pregnant with Maggie?" he demanded.

"Miscarried or aborted?" she asked.

Finally losing it, Emmett chucked the wrench across the room. "DON'T you EVER say that about Rosalie AGAIN!" he snapped. Sophie closed her mouth, startled with how he reacted to her words. "I've really, really, really had it up to here," he started raising his hand above his head, "with you putting Rosalie down."

"I'm just stating facts Emmett," Sophie answered.

"No, you're stating your opinions and they're really starting to piss me off. Rosalie's going to be my wife whether you like it or not. If you don't want to show up to the wedding, fine. In fact, I withdraw my invitation to you for the wedding," Emmett told her as he went underneath the truck.

"You can't do that!" Sophie exclaimed.

"Watch me," he replied.

"Emmett Dale Cullen you come out from there now!" she ordered.

Instead of listening, Emmett came out from under the truck. He just gave her a smirk before he turned on the radio, turning it up all the way before going back under the truck. Sophie huffed before leaving the garage, leaving Emmett alone to do his work.

After work, Emmett was closing up shop when he had a feeling he was being watched. Grabbing his flashlight he kept around to make last minute checks from his belt, he flashed the object around. "Who's there?" he called. When he didn't receive an answer, he shrugged a little before putting the flashlight back on his belt. Locking up his shop, he headed toward his truck.

Getting into his truck, he tried to start it up when the engine wouldn't turn over. "What the hell? I just fixed this damn thing!" he exclaimed hitting the steering wheel. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he got out of the truck when something hit him on his back. Hitting the ground like a ton of bricks, Emmett was able to move on his back when he saw a man in a ski mask above his head. The man was holding a crowbar above his head and went to bring it down on his head.

Quickly rolling over, Emmett was able to dodge the attack. Trying to get up on all fours, he was suddenly felt a quick kick to his ribs making him fall on the ground. He heard the sound of the crowbar clatter on the stone ground before his attacker grabbed a hold of him. Grabbing a hold of the man's arms, Emmett head butted him before kneeing him in the stomach. "Who are you and what do you want?" Emmett demanded. The guy got up and threw a punch at the young mechanic's head. Emmett ducked and punched the guy in the stomach before grabbing him around his waist and threw him on the ground.

Before he could react, he felt two more guys grab a hold of his arms. Letting out a shout he threw one guy off one arm before trying to get the other guy off him. He felt another blow to his back, making him fall to his knees. "This is a message from Royce King, stay away from Rosalie Swan," the leader attacker informed. Swinging the tool, the iron bar connected to Emmett's stomach, knocking the wind out of him before he was thrown to the ground.

In Paris, Rosalie was up late looking over some last minute designs when her cell phone went off. Lifting her phone up, her brow furrowed when she saw that it was Esme's number. "Hello?" she answered, pushing her hair from her eyes.

"Rosie, it's Esme," she heard her future mother-in-law sniffle.

"Esme? What is it? What's wrong?" Rosalie asked, concern filling her being.

She heard the woman struggling against her tears. "Rosalie, you need to come home," she told her sobbing softly.

"Why? What happened?" Rosalie asked.

Esme burst into tears. "Emmett's in the hospital, something's happened. They won't tell us anything because they don't know anything," Esme babbled before her sobs took over.

"Rosalie, it's Carlisle," the person informed after she heard the phone change hands.

"Carlisle, what's going on?" Rosalie asked.

Carlisle let out a deep breath. "Rosie, Edward went to find his brother after he hadn't come home after around 1 AM. He went to Emmett's garage…Rosalie…you need to come home, it's pretty bad," he explained. Just listening to this man speak, she could tell he was choking back his own tears.

"I'm on the next flight home," she answered before hanging up.

Hurrying into the bedroom she started throwing her clothes into a suitcase before running out of her apartment. "I'm coming Emmett," she murmured as she ran down the stairs.