Authors Note: I can't believe how many of you are actually paying attention to the way this fic is going. Kudo's to all. Now I am going to twist this one up just a bit. It will be from both Emmett and Rosalie's POV because the song kind of call's for it. Oh, best story ever, I was editing pictures that I have had since February when I went to the Chicago auto show. I found one picture very interesting. Now mind you I was taking a very educated guess at what Edwards car might look like. So I took the first picture of Silver Volvo I could find. Turns out that it was the exact car he drove. I will have it posted on my my space page with the next few days! Don't pay any attention to the old man in the drivers seat, he didn't know I was taking the photo!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or You're the Boss. Twilight is to Stephenie Meyer as You're the Boss is to Brian Setzer's Orchestra. (Damn that SAT!)
Trials of the Heart
By: Alunamai
Chapter Eight:
You're The Boss
Emmett POV
Present Day
"I want to know which one of you three boys put a snake in my shampoo bottle and that is including the temporary red hair dye!?" Rosalie came out of the washroom and threw a garden snake at Jasper who only doubled over in laughter. She had nothing but a towel around her and she was covered in red soap bubbles. Half of it was blood the other was die.
"Jasper Whitlock what in the hell are you laughing at?" She demanded.
"Nothing. Just something your husband did. I think I will try and contain not only your anger but my fits of laughter." I couldn't believe he sold me out like that.
"Emmett, my love, please come with me." She said in a death like calmness. Then she turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs. Leaving a soapy trail behind her. I turned to Jasper and gave him a questioning gaze.
"How did she know it was temporary hair dye?" asked my brother, who, by the way, causes just as much trouble, if not more, as I do. The only one we need on our side is Edward, who is not willing enough to come to the dark side.
"She is the one who is obsessed with her looks and every type of hair and makeup product since 1932… or when ever she started into enjoying her beauty." Jasper rose from his position on the sofa and started towards one of the computers in the kitchen. "I suggest you go talk to your wife, she is not as upset as you think. Oh, but there will be yelling, and we all can't wait for that to happen. Oh, the heavenly yelling!" he snickered some more.
"Shut up, Jasper!" I started up the stairs and made my towards Rosalie and mine room. She was not out of the shower yet. It would be interesting to see what she looked like with red hair, but it would be gone before I could see it. She would have washed it out a thousand times by the time she reappears from the shower. Oh well. Maybe next time.
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He has no idea what the hell he is doing half the time. You would think that after seventy-one years of marriage that he would have figured out that I don't like the practical jokes he plays on me. How many times have I told him, don't put things in my shampoo, or I don't like garden snakes in anything I own… I don't like snakes at all. They scare the hell out of me! One of these days I swear I will… never mind.
I walked out of the bathroom and entered the large walk in closet. I noticed as I walked that he was sitting on our sofa sulking like a young boy who has been caught trying to open all the Christmas presents under the tree. Partially regretful for being caught and partially happy that he is getting that toy gun he wanted from the toy store. What was I to do with him? He was too adorable. So I hid myself in the closet, it was so hard to remain mad him.
After about ten minutes of dawdling in the closet I heard a soft knock on the door of the closet. I turned to look in the direction of the door and saw my husband standing there with his head hung down in shame and apology. I wondered how long he had been standing there.
"Now Emmett, why did you put a snake in my shampoo bottle?" I asked gently. I didn't want to start a fight tonight.
"It was actually all Jasper's idea, he said…" I raised my hand up to stop him. I knew him all too well to know that this was not Jaspers idea… in any shape, way, or form. I wasn't going to argue it further; I just was not in the mood tonight.
I turned back to the clothes racks in my closet and tried to find a dress a dress that would match my mood. I was uncertain, and I did not own a single outfit that equaled uncertainty.
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When it comes to kissing
I just got to keep insistin' on baby
You sure do swing
And when it comes to kissin
I just got to keep insistin oh on Daddy
You are the king
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Emmett POV
She was so cute when she didn't know what to wear. Especially while wrapped in a towel. I wrapped my arms around her and she turned to face me. I kissed her ever so gently on the lips and then pulled away. Her eyes read mine and she giggled.
"For all the years we have been together you still bring butterflies into my stomach. I hate that about you." She laughed a little more.
"That's why I do it."
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Baby, you've got me beat up and down, inside out and across, oh yeah!
But in the middle of the night, when the moon is shinin' bright oh,
You're the boss.
Talkin' 'bout a-dancin' and a-down home romancin'
Oh, daddy, you make the scene.
Talkin' 'bout a-dancin' and a-down home romancin'
Oh, baby, you are the queen.
Man, when push comes to shove, when it comes down to love
You're the boss.
Oh, But in the middle of the night, when the moon is shinin' bright oh,
You're the boss.
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We were meant for one another. Nothing in the whole world could take her away from me. If she were destroyed tomorrow, I would find a way to die. I could not live with out her. I think all the men of this house hold think that way. Especially Edward.
I grabbed one of the hangers and held it out to her.
"Wear this." I suggested.
""I really don't think Carlisle and Esme would appreciate me parading around in my lingerie."
"Like you haven't done it before." She slapped my arm playfully and walked away.
"You're the best of everything!" we said together.
"you're a peach." She called back.
" You're a plum."
"You're a diamond."
"You're a pearl."
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You're the best of everything.
You're a peach.
You're a plum.
You're a diamond.
You're a pearl.
You're the best of everything.
Oh, Daddy, you're my man.
Oh, Baby, you're my girl
When it comes to knowin' which way the wind is blowin'
Oh baby, you sure are wise.
And when it comes to knowin' which way the wind is blowin'
Oh daddy, you take the prize.
Baby, you're a genius when it comes to cookin' up some chili sauce.
But in the middle of the night, when the moon is shinin' bright oh,
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
Oh baby, you're a genius when it comes to cookin' up some chili sauce.
But in the middle of the night, when the moon is shinin' bright oh,
You're the boss.
Oh when it comes to kissin', I just got to keep insistin'
Oh, baby, you sure do swing.
And when it comes to kissin', I just got to keep insistin'
Oh, no, daddy, you are the king.
Oh, you've got me beat up and down, inside out and ACROSS!!!
RREERRRRR, But in the middle of the night, when the moon is shinin' bright oh,
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
You're the boss.
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That's how we were with one another. From the time we met until now. We are some much in love. She is most definitely the boss.
" oh baby you're the boss." I told her.
"Oh baby, you know I like it when you're the boss."
"MMMM, you know I like it when you say I'm the boss."
"Well, then tonight, I'll be the boss. And then tomorrow night… I'll be the boss."
A/N: That was the hardest thing I have ever written. But I go it done. Hope you all like it. Remember to read and review.