Chapter 30

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Bella's POV

I went to bed last night, thinking Emmett might come home in the middle of the night drunken, miserable, and maybe even sorry for being so hateful to me.

Instead, I got a peaceful sleep, and he ended up coming home at noon the next day.

I had no idea where he'd been, and was definitely keen on finding out. So the first thing I did when he walked in the door, not caring about the massive hangover he probably had, was interrogate him.

"Where on Earth have you been?!" I screamed at him, as he flung the door open and threw his coat and car keys on the nearby kitchen counter.

"Why does it matter?!" He crudely posed back.

"It matters because I am your wife, and I have the right to know where you've been!!" I retort. "Whose house did you stay at overnight?"

"Who said I slept at anyone's house?" He asked.

Now I was getting ideas. Lord knows the kinds of things he could have done last night.

"Then where did you stay?"

"At a hotel."

"Alone?"

"Yes alone! What kind of things do you suspect me of?"

It's like he can read me like a book.

"Nothing, just making sure." I try.

But he's not having it.

"You thought I slept with someone. Didn't you?!" He asked now a little mad.

I didn't answer, but just looked down at the ground.

"You did!" He accused me. "How could you?!"

I continued to say nothing, and stare at my feet while he lectured me. I felt like a little girl getting scolded by her parents, but too afraid of them to say anything.

He continued, "I may be mad at you, and you may have done wrong, but I would never do that!"

He tried to make his voice sound assuring, but I wasn't fully convinced. Still, I didn't know if he actually would do something like that. For the most part, I didn't think he would, and I had known him for a long time. On the other hand, he had been drinking.

"Me? Do wrong? What on Earth did I do?" I decided to speak.

"Well first of all, assuming that I slept with someone." He said.

"That's it?"

"No."

"Then what else are you accusing me of?!" I said, unnecessarily loud.

"You were spending too much time with Edward of course!!"

I was STUNNED. This was what he was so mad at me for? This was what I had done wrong? What was WRONG with him?? Either he gets jealous really easily, or the beer is getting to his head.

"Are you serious?!" I yelled.

"Perfectly!" He yelled back. "You were hanging out with him all day, when you could have been spending time with….oh I dunno…..ME! NOT SOMEONE YOU JUST MET!"

He was out of his mind.

"I was just being friendly to our new neighbors, it's not like I slept with him!"

"What does that mean?!" He asked, in a strange investigating tone, as if he thought I had some hidden meaning behind what I said.

"What does what mean?" I asked back.

"'It's not like I slept with him!'" He mimicked me. "You're bringing it back to me aren't you? You still think I slept with someone!"

"That's not at all what I was trying to say!" I argued.

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant what I said; I was just being friendly to him."

"What is your definition of 'friendly'??"

I rolled my eyes as I said, "We are SO not having this argument."

"What argument?"

"EMMETT!" I yelled at him. "SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU ARE TOTALLY OVERREACTING! I AM SORRY IF YOU THINK THAT I WAS ACCUSING YOU OF SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE, I WASN'T. BUT I SURELY DON'T THINK I WAS BEING TOO FRIENDLY WITH EDWARD, AND I AM GOING TO CONTINUE TO BE FRIENDS WITH HIM, NO MATTER HOW OR IF YOU APROVE!"

Emmett looked completely shocked that I would dare yell at him like this.

"I'm going to bed." He said, and stomped up the stairs, grabbing his car keys and coat back from the counter on the way.

He kind of gave me a dirty look, and I ignored it, hoping his bad mood would soon pass. I was trying to convince myself that it was just the beer doing it to him, but I wasn't so sure.

I laid down on the couch, and stared at the blank white ceiling.

I don't think I had ever yelled like that at him our whole marriage, and maybe that was a bad thing. Maybe spouses need to have arguments now and again. And maybe this one would just be an argument soon forgotten, never held against each other. And maybe not.

A/N: THEIR FIRST HUGE ARGUMENT! OH MY GOSH! WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!...

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