"Will you stop working so hard?" My mother asked as she came into the back room. I was finishing up my dress for the engagement party that was tomorrow. I had to have it be perfect, but I had put it off to finish a dress for a customer.

"Can't." I said as I looked up at her. "I have to finish this before I go home." I said as I looked at her. "Do you know how bad it would look if this wasn't perfect?" I asked as I looked at the dress.

"I don't know, but I think we need to start carrying this dress." She said as she looked at it. I think a lot of people would love it.

"I know, but it might just be a one of a kind." I said as I smiled at her. Then I smiled at the dark blue knee length tank dress with the pink belt with flowers on it. "I think I am done. Does that flower look okay where it is?" I asked her.

"I looks perfect." She said as she looked at me.

"You can barely tell I just used left over taffeta." I said with a laugh as I looked at the dress.

"You can't tell at all. You have a talent." She said with a smile. "So, tomorrow is a really busy day?" She asked as she looked at me.

"Yeah, I have a meeting in the morning with someone wanting me design a Quinceanera dress. Then we have the photo shoot with Emmett for the first catalog." I said as I looked at her. "And then the party."

"I think Emmett had a great idea with that catalog." She said as she looked at me. "Sending those out could help build up business. Not that we aren't already doing great." She said with a laugh.

"I think he just wanted to see Daph and I look like fools in wedding dresses." I said as I looked at her and laughed.

"That might be it." She said as she walked towards the door. "Please go home and get some sleep." She said as she looked at me. It wasn't very long till I was walking into my apartment carry a dress bag. Emmett was sitting on the sofa editing pictures on his computer.

"What do you want for dinner?" I signed after I got his attention.

"I don't care." He signed back as he looked at me. "As long as you are here with me."

"Oh really." I signed back before I kissed the side of his face.

"Don't go." He signed before he followed me into the kitchen. "Fine. I can work from here." He signed after he placed his laptop on the counter. I pulled out the recipes that Daph gave us.

"What sounds good?" I asked as I looked at him.

"Taking you over to the couch and kissing you all over till you blush." He signed as he smiled at me.

"Emmett!" I squealed as I signed his name.

"Fine, how about Fettuccine Alfredo?" He signed.

"Sounds better." I said as I pulled the recipe. It took a little over a half an hour to make dinner actually as the recipe said. I crossed my fingers and prayed it tasted like it does when Daphne makes it. Lucky it did.

"Great job." Emmett signed to me as he stared me surprised.

"I guess I am getting pretty good at the whole house wife thing." I signed as I laughed.

"I liked it when you were somewhat helpless. You needed me then." He signed.

"I still need you baby." I signed to him.

"Prove it." He signed.

"Eat up honey." I signed as I laughed again.

"You know you want me." He signed to me. I was watching Emmett doing dishes when I got a call from Daphne there was noise coming from the studio. No one was allowed down there. I had my partly finished wedding dress down there and I was playing on not showing it to anyone till the day of.

"I got to go." I signed to Emmett.

"Why?" He asked.

"I think my mom is trying to sneak a peek at the dress." I signed with a smile.

"I love you." He signed.

"I love you. Be back soon." I signed before I left. I pulled into the driveway to see Daph and my mother standing in the stairwell of the guest house.

"What is going on?" I asked them.

"We don't know, but you said no one could go in there." My mother said as she looked at me.

"Okay." I said as I walked towards the door to my little studio. I grabbed the baseball bat that was right inside the door as I looked around there was someone on the ground in the counter. I walked closer to see who it was. I never thought I would see this. There was a man with dark skin and short black hair. He was wearing a property of the army shirt and worn out jeans. He had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a picture of me in the other. "Ty." I whispered.