For once everything was going according to plan. Emmett and I were going to therapy together and Em by himself. He seemed lighter these days, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. I watched from the couch as he played wish scar, running around the living room. Her bright auburn curls bouncing down her back.

"I'm going to get cha you little monkey." Em called after her. He slipped around the couch and grabbed her. Scar squealed in delight as her daddy swung her around. I laughed when he plopped down on the couch with Scharlette in his arms. His head landed in my lap and Schar lying on his chest. I stroked his hair lightly as we sat there peacefully. Eventually Schar fell asleep on Emmett's chest. He picked her up and put in her crab upstairs.

When he came back downstairs, he bent from behind the couch and kissed my ear.

"You know it's been awhile since we've had kitchen sex." He whispered sensually in my ear, before licking the shell, sending shivers down my spine.

Don't start something you can't finish McCarty." I quipped playfully.

He then grabbed me from behind the couch, throwing me over his shoulder. His hand came down on my backside playfully. He sat me on the island when we reached the kitchen, attacking my neck.

"Oh, believe me baby girl," He nipped at my neck, "I plan on finishing. You won't be able to walk once I'm done wish you. I let out a moan at his dirty talk.

As he moved to remove my, the stupid doorbell rang. I sighed in frustration of being interrupted. It had been while since we had sex, because I thought we needed to work on things, and Emmett was busy at the office more now that he fired Tanya.

"Ignore it." He said as he continued to assault my neck with kisses.

"Em" I giggled as I tried to push him off of me, but the big bear wouldn't budge.

The doorbell stopped ringing and a voice I never thought I'd hear again rang through the house.

"Emmy, its Tanya. Open up."

Emmett froze in place. Our eyes locked. I could see the apology in his eyes. I sighed and turned my head away from him. I heard him groan and push himself off of me. I slid off the counter and followed him to the door. When he reached the door he swung it open angrily.

"What are you doing here Tanya? I thought I told you to never contact me ever again." Em growled out.

I looked at her and I felt myself sadden. She really was beautiful. Tall with long blonde hair that fell past her slender shoulders. Bright green eyes, sun kissed skin, and an hour glass figure that most would kill for. She was everything I wasn't. What my husband would prefer over me.

She looked at me and scowled. "I wanted to talk to you Emmy." She said sweetly.

"Well I don't want to talk to you. You need to leave, and never contact me again." Em said sternly.

"But-"

She was cut off by my palm making contact with her cheek. I grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Listen bitch. My husband said to leave. You need to leave before I kick your ass and then call the police to have them to escort your ass off my property." I threw her to the ground.

I ran upstairs, leaving Em standing their shocked. I threw myself onto our bed and cried and cried. Why can't his past just leave us the fuck alone? I felt the bed dip and strong arms gather me into a warm chest. He kissed my head and stroked my hair. I pulled away from him and moved to the head of the bed. Then I asked the most dreaded question.

"Has she ever been in our bed?" I whispered lowly scared of the answer.

"What?" He asked probably not hearing me.

"OUR BED! Has she ever been in our bed? The place where we've made love. Where we made Scharlette. Where we held her when we brought her home, or when she crawls in to bed with us at night. Where we talk and laugh and cry. Has the WHORE ever been in our fucking bed?!" I finally exploded.

"What!? NO! Why would you even ask me a question like that?"

"Because my husband doesn't respect me enough to not fuck his secretary."

Guilt covered his face. But I didn't let him answer. 'Cause I knew I would hear the word sorry. And I was tired of hearing the word 'sorry'.

"I've spent so much time crying and trying to figure out why my husband doesn't love me enough to not fuck everything with a skirt and legs. Trying to figure out what was wrong with me. But what makes it worse is that I couldn't leave you even if I tried." I let out a bitter laugh. "And you take advantage of it. I do everything for you. I pushed out YOUR CHILD, for 12 fucking hours, and even that's of enough for you to keep in your pants. I've been ready to leave you so many times. But I can't." I sighed. "And if I'm being honest, I almost cheated myself. But what kind of role model would I be for Schar, if I did. And also I love you too much, to ever hurt you the way you've hurt me. I- I'm just tired of feeling like I'm second best to my husband. Like me and Schar aren't your first priorities."

When I was done my face was covered in tears. Em sat on the edge of the bed with his hands folded in his lap. His head hung down in shame. He sighed heavily.

"Did I really push you that far? To wanna cheat on me?" His voice was low and raspy from crying.

"Yes" I said ashamed

"And I made you feel like you weren't my number one."

"I did"

He moved so that he was on top of me. Holding me in his arms and kissing me lightly on the lips. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs.

"I love you so much Bella. I-I…I would die without you and Schar."

"I love you too bear."

He brought my lips into the sweetest kiss. "I love you more Tinkerbella"

I giggled. Then our eyes locked and I cupped his cheek with my hand.

"Make love to me" I whispered in his ear.

And he did. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like his only girl again.