OK, so I decided that the next chapter will be the last of this story. As Team Alice pointed out, this story isn't really about Bella's thoughts anymore. Don't worry, though, there will be a sequel! I'm not sure what it'll be called yet, but it will be how Emmett gets his revenge.

Disclaimer- I don't own these characters, and I most certainly don't own Victoria's Secret. I just happen to know what said secret is. Just Kidding.

CPOV

When Emmett walked into the house, I didn't need Jasper's power to feel the fury coming off of him in tsunami sized waves. He kept grumbling about how Rosalie, Edward, Bella, and Jasper were going to pay for this. I turned to Edward, wondering what on Earth could have Emmett out of his happy-go-lucky demeanor. Edward shot me a grin from ear to ear, and beckoned for me to come into the living room.

Once I was seated, Jasper plugged a video camera into the TV and pushed the play button. There was a crowd of crazed, whistling women, seemingly gathered around the entrance to Victoria's Secret. I was still confused but Edward shot me a look that seemed to say, 'oh, just you wait'. All of a sudden an extremely pale Emmett came running at human speed out through the crowd, wearing nothing but some women's panties. I had to pick my jaw up from the floor as I watched the rest of it. Emmett threatening to punch Edward, only to put his fist down and make a threat. Emmett snatching his clothes from Rosalie and running human pace to the bathroom. Then a whole bunch of celebration from the rest of the family, and the video cut out.

"Edward," I hissed.

He raised an eyebrow, almost daring me to try something. "Yes, Carlisle?"

"What could Emmett possibly have done to deserve that kind of humiliation?" I asked, calmer, but still a little shell-shocked.

It was Rosalie who answered my question. "He always makes fun of Bella! And he ruined my favorite shirt this morning!"

"Rosalie, you know you wouldn't have worn that shirt again ,anyway. Couldn't this have been resolved a little more…rationally?"

"No. Emmett got what I knew was coming for him eventually," Bella defended herself. This surprised me, as I had no idea that she could be so malicious. Though, I had to admit, Emmett did make fun of her klutziness a tad bit too much.

"Fine, then. Can we not bring this up with Emmett until about a month from now, when he's cooled down?" I asked angrily. I hated when my family split like that. We were supposed to be closer than that.

"Oh, but Carlisle, this is only half of the embarrassment he's caused Bella, and I would know, I can feel it!" Jasper chimed in. "But I suppose we don't want him to leave us forever," he finished, seemingly won over by his own little argument.

"Uh, Carlisle? Are you going to show this to Esme? Because I want to be there if you do!" Alice asked.

I pondered this for a moment. Would I show this to Esme? Finally, after a few silent seconds, Alice saw my decision. We couldn't keep secrets in this family. "Sweet! I want to be there…wait, I can already see her expression!" She and Edward laughed simultaneously while I tried to imagine the look that would take over my wife's features.

"Alright guys! That's enough! I want at least two of you to go up and make sure that Emmett is alright. Jasper, I think you ought to go try and calm him, and Edward, you too."

At this, my sons got up, joined by Rosalie, and ran vampire speed up the stairs. I sighed loudly and thought to myself, what am I going to do with them?

Though Edward's response was at a normal volume, I could hear it just fine from downstairs. "Nothing, Carlisle, you will do nothing. This is our feud."

Shortly after, I heard Emmett yelling about how humiliated that was and was ten times worse than anything he ever did to Bella. His voice got quieter and I knew that Jasper had tried to calm him. Apparently, he had just spotted Rosalie.

"Oh no you don't! Stay away from me! It's all your fault that I was put to that shame, no, don't act all lovey-dovey!" he bellowed. Not a second later, Rosalie was at the bottom of the stairs. I glanced at her and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't think he's too happy to see me right now," she whispered, though I knew and she knew Emmett would hear.

"Damn straight, I'm not too happy to see you right now! What did you expect?" he roared.

I heard a dull thud and Emmett's breathing relaxed. I gathered that Edward tackled him and Jasper calmed him at the same time.

"How does it feel to be the tackle dummy, Emmett?" Edward's voice asked playfully.

"Edward! I asked you to see if he was alright, not to tackle him into relaxing!" I yelled.

"Sorry." I heard a few more movements, and then Edward and Jasper were downstairs. "He'll be fine. He just needs some time to blow off some steam," Edward reported.

"Yep, mood's mostly embarrassed, but there's only a hint of rage in it," Jasper added.

"Alright, guys, thanks," I replied, and then tried to plan out what I was going to tell Esme. And after that, what was her reaction going to be?

Esme POV

I walked into the house to find a worn-out Carlisle surrounded by two exuberant sons, two happy daughters, and an extremely giddy Bella. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. "Where's Emmett?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Upstairs. He's not really in the mood to talk, so I wouldn't try," Edward answered.

My motherly instincts kicked in. "Edward, what did you do to him?" I asked in a scolding tone.

At this, Carlisle gestured for me to sit on the couch next to him. Alice danced her way to a video camera next to the TV and pushed the play button.

EPOV (Edward)

If it were a competition to see who had the funniest thoughts while watching Emmett's ultimate humiliation video, Esme would have taken home the gold.

Emmett runs out of the store in nothing but lacy panties: Holy Hell! What has Emmett been hiding from us? Damn, is one of my sons gay? Of course Esme would never say something like that out loud, but it didn't mean she wouldn't think it.

Emmett raises his fist to punch me, only to lower his fist: Geez, he's not even man enough to punch his brother! How gay is he?

Emmett snatches his clothes and runs to the bathroom: Oh. OH! Well, that's a relief. I can't believe I honestly thought that!

I couldn't help myself, at the last thought, I burst out laughing. Esme gave me a trivial look, and then understanding crossed her face. "Oh my God! Edward, be a dear and please don't repeat that to anyone!" she pleaded. I hadn't been planning on it, I figured that Emmett had had enough for one day. But now that she'd said it out loud, Alice was going to beg and beg until I let it spill.

"I won't, Esme," I promised. Or at least I would do my best.

CPOV

Later that night, when everyone else was otherwise occupied, I turned to Esme to ask her opinion.

"Esme, what kind of action should we take with this?" I asked.

"Oh, I think that the kids need to learn a little respect for each other," she replied, "But I don't know exactly how to teach them that."

"I've got an idea," I said, grin spreading on my face.

Like I said, the next chapter will be the last one, and then it's sequel time!