Bella gripped the phone tighter. She bit her lip. She knew that she shouldn't be making this call. It wasn't fair to Emmett or Edward. But she just wanted to hear his voice.

"I just wanted to talk." Bella muttered.

Edward sighed again. Exhausted from his day and irritated how it was ending.

"Bella, I can't right now. I'm busy." He stressed to her. Seriously, he just wanted to sleep with no dreams. Just peaceful darkness under his lids. But now that was impossible. She had been running through his mind all day and now all night. He could feel the lines in his forehead as he frowned.

Bella shook her head. "No, you're not. You just don't want to talk to me."

Edward ignored that. "Bella, what is it?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice." Bella said softly. "I missed you."

"OK. Is there anything else? Because I....I can't do this. Emmett's...he's family and this is wrong. It'd break him if he knew."

"But he doesn't." Bella promised.

"Are you sure."

"Yeah. Oh hey, and I think we might have a problem. But I'm not sure."

This set Edward on instant alert. Problems with Bella were not what he could bear right now. It'd practically kill him. It almost killed him to be so harsh with her now but he had to. He couldn't be caught unawares again around her. He wasn't going to be under her spell.

Things had gone to chaos when he was blissfully passing by.

"Spit it out." He demanded her. He wasn't playing games now.

Bella breathed out. "I think I might be...you know."

"No I don't know." Edward lashed out. He was angry. "And I hope I won't know. You're a liar Swan. Seriously, stop calling me."

Bella closed her eyes. "Edward shut up. You will know whether it's true or not. Because if it is true, you're going to be here with me. I won't stop calling. And if you don't answer....I'll come over you son of a..."

"Fine! Call! I don't care! But when it's not true or not mine, you leave me alone Bella. I mean it." Edward growled.

"It might happen though. We--"

"It's not mine."

Bella rolled her eyes and snapped. "Yes it is. You're the first, so deal with it."

Edward growled at her and hung up the phone forcefully.

The loud click of the dial tone signaled that the conversation was over.

Bella let the phone slide out of her hands and onto the floor. She wanted to curl up somewhere, like in her bed, and sleep forever. She wanted to ignore so much of the mess that was beginning to show. It was too much.

Bella walked to her bed and crawled under the covers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself.

She imagined it was Edward's arms around her again.

"Bella..." Her imaginary Edward whispered in her ear. He was calling her bella, beautiful.

She smiled in her sleep contentedly.

Emmett shot out of bed quickly and raced to the bathroom.

He was just three...now two steps away...one...

SLAM!

Emmett blinked, his mouth wide open, before beginning to yell.

"WHAT THE HECK ALICE?!?! IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE--HOW CAN YOU--ALICE LET ME IN PLEASE! YOU TAKE FOREV--ALICE!!!!!" Emmett pounded forcefully on the closed door in front of him with a growl.

A tittering laugh mocked him on the other side of the closed entry.

"You snooze, you loose!" Alice giggled. Emmett heard the shower turning on.

He couldn't believe it. Four o'clock. He had gotten himself out of bed to beat her so he could actually have time to use the bathroom and....

He couldn't believe it.

Emmett slammed his head twice onto the closed door before angrily making his way to his parents' room.

He knocked on the door and entered after a tired 'Come in' came from the inside.

Carlisle was blinking lethargically as he sat up in the king sized bed.

"Son? What are you doing up so early?"

Emmett gritted his teeth.

"Alice."

Carlisle sighed and shook his head. He ran a hand through his hair slowly before pointing to his bathroom door.

It was closed.

"Esme." Carlisle muttered.

Father and son groaned in unison before Carlisle flopped back into his pillows, looking half dead, and Emmett left the room to go sulk in his bed.

He had really thought he would be successful this time.

Maybe three-thirty would work....He thought. Wait. No way. That's too early. Crazier than my plan today.

Then he grimaced at the taste in his mouth.

Oh yeah. It was definitely worth it.

Three-thirty then.

He was going to do a full out sprint next time.

As he laid in bed, Emmett closed his eyes and thought about a certain chocolate-haired vixen who appreciated his good hygiene very much. He wondered what she was dreaming about. Was it a good dream; a nightmare? Was it about him? Or maybe she wasn't dreaming at all.

He couldn't really remember his dreams...or nightmares, if he had any.

He really wanted to dream about Bella so he could see her all day. He certainly thought about her enough. He also did the occasional (ok, maybe daily) daydreaming about her.

Although, he could always just be dead tired from waking up so early to try and beat his sister Alice to the bathroom.

There was a reason behind that.

Alice was so obsessive over her personal beauty that she could easily spend four hours in the bathroom and come out looking like it had only taken ten minutes.

It kind of frightened him.

What was she hiding under that makeup and glitz?

What did she really look like?

He didn't have the heart or courage to sneak up on her when she was sleeping.

Emmett groaned and covered his face with his hands. He might have an alien for a sister and mother. What the heck was Esme doing up so early? Poor Carlisle probably had the same problems Emmett had. Both of the girls were so...he didn't know! They were just crazy for a mirror and makeup. Big time.

Emmett got to his feet and shuffled down to the kitchen. Yes, the women went down there to make the food, but the men were the big eaters of the family. And right now, that was all he could do while he waited. So, he would. He didn't mind sinking this low. Food was food, man. His stomach agreed loudly with him. It was time for some good old orange juice and meat. Maybe some toast would do him some good as well. Mmmm.

Carlisle came down the stairs with a forlorn expression. Esme wasn't coming out anytime soon.

"Hey, there's some juice left, I think." Emmett said with his mouth full of crap.

Carlisle made a face at his son and began to rummage through the fridge.

"I love my wife, I love my wife..." Emmett heard Carlisle muttering to himself.

Emmett got up and went back upstairs to at least change into his clothes for school. He could always brush in the school toilet.

And lo and behold, the door to the bathroom was open. The room was empty.

Emmett glanced around for the pixie and came up short. Yes!

He sprinted for the door and closed it shut. Success was his.

And so, he proceeded to clean himself up.