A/N: And now they're in Forks!!! I can't believe how wonderful all of you guys are. I appreciate each and every review. :-) They really and truly make my day. Thanks as always to LittleLea05. The Mothers are back...

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BPOV

The flight to Forks a week after graduation was difficult for Emmett, mainly because it's a long flight from Madison to Chicago, Chicago to Seattle. Emmett's leg was doing well, and he was stronger all the time, but he was unused to having to sit for such a long period of time without stretching. When we got off the plane at Sea-Tac, he was limping already, and it was another four hour drive from the airport to home. Luckily, his folks had a pretty big car, and he could stretch out on the back seat while Esme and I sat in the front.

Emmett and I held hands as we walked through the terminal, eager to get home. It felt wonderful to be back in the Pacific Northwest. I know a lot of people think that all airports are the same, and to an extent they're right, but when you're in the airport closest to home, you feel it. Something in the air tells you you're home.

This was going to be strange. I'd never been in Forks without hating Emmett's guts. And now I couldn't even bear to have him leave my side. Though it was home, it was going to be a new and unfamiliar experience.

Esme was waiting for us at the exit gate. She was already blubbering with happiness, something that she did often. This was the first time Emmett could come home since his accident, and I knew that meant a lot to her. We'd had to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas in Madison, which meant The Mothers and our dads were coming in and out of the airport there a lot.

"Emmy Bear! Bella Boo!" Oh my God, she hadn't called me that since I was five.

"Hi Esme!" I said, hugging her quickly before moving aside so she could squeeze the heck out her Emmy Bear. They were so cute. Emmett practically engulfed her, and her slender arms looked like they'd break under the pressure of his hug, but they clung to each other like they hadn't seen each other in decades rather than seven days.

They say you should watch the way a man treats his mother. It's a sign of how he'll treat you. If that's the case, Emmett is going to worship the ground I walk on for the rest of my life. I'd never seen a man love his mom so much as Emmett loved Esme, but it wasn't pathetic in the least. I thought it was adorable and beautiful.

We grabbed our luggage, dragged it out the car, and began the long trip back home. It felt wonderful to be back home. I couldn't stop staring out the window, admiring Puget Sound from the shotgun seat. Esme and Emmett chattered most of the way there, and I listened and added in my two cents when it was needed, but mostly I let mother and son catch up with each other. It's not like a lot had happened in the week that we'd been apart, but somehow they found something to talk about.

"So who are you two staying with first? Carlisle and I? Our Charlie and Nay?" Esme and Renee had nicknames for each other; Esme became Ezzy, and Renee was Nay. The Mothers really were too adorable for words sometimes.

"I think with my parents," I said. "But we can stay at your place first if you'd like. I mean, it really doesn't matter, we're all going to be together most of the time anyway."

"Of course, Bella, whatever you and Emmett prefer." She gave me a big smile. It was kind of funny how none of the parents seemed concerned about the fact that their kids were going to be sharing a bed under their roofs when they were clearly going to be messing around, but then again, I supposed that they'd all been plotting to get us together since infancy anyway, so sharing a bed was a good step in their eyes.

I just viewed it as necessary. Whether we were having sex or not, I simply could not sleep away from him even if I tried. There had been days when Emmett was so sore from physical therapy that we decided I should sleep on the couch, but those had been the worst nights of my life. It didn't feel right without him by my side.

When we got to Port Angeles, we both started to get a little antsy. So close, and yet an hour away… Now that I was here, I just wanted to be home. I couldn't wait to get Emmett alone in my room. It would feel incredibly naughty, having him in the bedroom of my childhood. He'd been to my house a million times, but he hadn't come near my bedroom since we were about ten.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Esme was pulling up in front of my parent's tiny house. It looked the same as it always did, and I realized with a shock that it had been more than a year since I was home. Still, everything was in its place, including my dad's cruiser. Charlie was still police chief, and still drove the cop car around like it was his baby. My mom had her own car, and it was parked in the driveway.

"Hi guys!" I said as I tumbled out of the car. "I'm so glad to be home!"

"Baby!" Renee squealed, running out of the house and grabbing me in a huge hug. "I know it's been a week honey, but I'm so happy to see you and Emmett! And I'm still trying to get over the fact that my daughter is a college graduate!"

"Mom, please," I said, rolling my eyes, but I hugged her tightly back nevertheless. Charlie ambled out of the house, too, and gave me a tight, quick hug.

"Good to see you, kiddo," he said gruffly, and then wrapped an arm around my mom. It still made me happy to see them together. Their marriage had suffered a lot of rocky moments and times where they both wanted to give up, but they both knew, in the end, that there was no one else on earth for them, and even when they threatened to leave, they never did.

We all piled into the house, leaving the luggage by the door. Emmett looked absolutely exhausted, and I knew his leg was bothering him.

"Do you want to take a walk?" I asked, concerned.

"I actually think I better lie down for a bit, stretch out," he said. His face kept contorting in pain.

"Okay, I'll show you to my- our- room," I said. "Guys, Emmett's gonna lie down!" I yelled as we walked slowly up the stairs.

"Okay!" Renee shouted back. That was one thing Renee was good at: making her voice heard. She and Alice had that in common.

I pushed open my bedroom door, and led Emmett in. "Wow," he said, looking around. "I haven't been in here in ages!"

"Yeah, it's kind of weird seeing you here, all grown up and whatnot," I said with a smile. Then I took a look at the bed. Crap. "Um… I kind of forgot I've got a twin bed in here," I said sheepishly. Emmett's a big guy… space was going to be an issue.

"It'll be fine," he said, tiredly sinking onto the bed without much more ado. He looked absolutely exhausted. "I'll hold you real tight so you don't fall off."

"Aww, thanks baby," I said, stroking his cheek. It was bizarre seeing him stretched out on my old, faded quilt my grandma had made me when I was thirteen, right before she died. My room, I had noticed, looked awfully young and didn't really reflect who I was now. This me hated Emmett. I couldn't imagine being that girl ever again.

"Baby, I swear, when I get a little rest, I'll be good as new, and then I can ravage you in this bed," Emmett said sleepily. It was almost funny, how he was saying such seductive words while being half-conscious doing it.

"What makes you think I'll want you to?" I challenged.

"Oh, you'll want me to. This is your childhood bedroom, and I know you've never had a guy up here before. And I also know that you have touched yourself many a time in this room, wishing you weren't alone. Well, baby, you're not alone anymore, and I'm going to make all those fantasies come true," he said with a yawn. This time I did laugh.

"First of all, how do you know I've never had a guy up here? Second, what makes you think I'll let you do anything to me when my parents share a wall with us? And third… go to sleep!"

"Mmm, whatever you say, my love." He buried his head in my pillow and was half-asleep by the time I shut the door.

I ran down the stairs as quietly as possible. "Esme, your son is ridiculous."

"Oh, I know dear," she said without looking up from her cup of coffee. I snorted with laughter. I loved this woman, and I couldn't wait until she was my mother-in-law. Wait, what? Yeah, I just wished for that. Well, not wished, more like instinctively knew. That was odd. But is that really odd? After all, we'd both talked about marriage, and I kept having these moments when I thought he was just about to ask me. Of course, he never did, and I always felt silly for making the assumption, but the anticipation was there.

The Mothers and I sat down to have some coffee and catch up with each other. Charlie had disappeared somewhere, probably out to our shed to tool around with his latest project. Charlie was always doing something with wood; carving was his favorite activity, though he liked to keep it secret most of the time. I think he'd learned from Billy Black long ago.

Billy Black… Jacob Black. I wondered briefly if Jake was home, and if he was, if I'd run into him. I wasn't opposed to seeing my ex-boyfriend. He and I broke it off on good terms, mostly due to the fact that I was moving half-way across the country, and he'd always been a good friend. I was relieved that the only thing Jake and I had ever done was make out… a lot… Emmett wouldn't find cause to be jealous about that, would he? I groaned to myself. He probably would.

"Bella?" Renee asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

She laughed. "We were just wondering how everything is going with Emmett."

I grinned. "Never better!"

"It's so wonderful to see you together, finally," Esme said. "I've never seen him look so happy, or you, either."

"So how's the sex?" Renee asked conspiratorially. Esme smacked her over the head.

"I don't wanna know!" Esme wailed. "PLEASE don't tell me about my baby boy, PLEASE!"

"Don't worry, Esme, I'm not going to tell Renee anything."

Esme groaned again. "That's pretty much like you admitting it anyway!" She sighed, looking defeated. "I guess it's too late to assume my Emmy Bear's a virgin…"

Renee and I burst into laughter. No, definitely not, Esme…

We dropped the topic, and moved on with local gossip, and the things they thought we should do while we were here. It's not like a lot goes on in Forks, but there were a few things in Port Angeles that might be fun.

"And honey, Jake knows you're back in town, and he'd like to see you."

Well, there goes me having to make a decision. "Uh, okay," I said. "Emmett and I will have to go out to La Push one of these days."

"How come?" Emmett asked from behind us, yawning. He looked infinitely better than when he'd gone to sleep two hours ago.

"Uh… to see Jake," I said. He frowned.

"You mean ex-boyfriend Jake?"

"Yeah…"

"Okay," he said, and he didn't sound either thrilled nor upset. He leaned forward to kiss my cheek, and then repeated the process with The Mothers. When he came back around to sit next to me, he kissed the side of my neck, which made my heart flutter just a little.

"So what's for dinner?" he said. It was four o'clock.

"Well first we have to wait for Carlisle and Charlie," Renee said. "Don't worry, Emmett, we'll feed you."

He snatched a cookie off of the table and took a huge bite.

A few hours later, we'd been well fed by Esme, who despite not being in her own kitchen, whipped up an amazing dinner. We chattered the whole way through food, just like always, and it felt just like home. I mean, it was home, but it felt right. 100%, things felt right in my life, and that had never, EVER been the case before. I know I could credit most of that to Emmett. He had changed my life so thoroughly I didn't even recognize the old me that hated him anymore.

We settled in the living room and talked some more. I leaned against Emmett, my eyes heavy. It had been a long day, and I was feeling exhausted. Back in Wisconsin, it was well past midnight, and I was usually passed out in some orgasm-induced coma by now.

Emmett sensed this. "Guys, I think Bella and I are going to go to bed now. It's been a long day."

"Okay, kids, good night!" Renee giggled. I gave them all big hugs, and then I was dragging Emmett back up the stairs, closing the bedroom door behind us.

He was wrapping his arms around me and kissing me in an instant. I woke up immediately, and threw my arms around him, eagerly kissing him back. My lips parted and he swept his tongue through my mouth. One hand went into his hair, and one gripped his shoulder tight as I stood on tip-toe to reach him more easily.

"Mmm," I moaned. I was really getting into the kiss when he pulled away.

"Did he ever kiss you here?"

"Huh?" I was still slightly blinded with lust.

"Did Jacob Black ever kiss you in here?"

"Umm…." I racked my brain for the proper memory. "Yeah."

He pulled me into a kiss again, and this one was a lot fiercer than before. So he was jealous. I think I liked a jealous Emmett. His kisses were much more intense this way, and I loved the way he gripped my hips to pull me closer.

He tore his lips away again, and I whimpered at the loss.

"Was it ever like this?" he asked. He wasn't demanding, and his questions thrilled me instead of making me nervous.

"Never," I breathed, and I leaned forward to kiss him again. His lips were as eager as mine, and we stood in my childhood bedroom devouring each other. My knees were getting weak. He dragged me to my bed, hovering above me, and kissed the breath out of me over and over again. I'd never been kissed like this before, not even by him. He was possessing me with each touch of our lips, and I wanted him to. I would possess him later on. For now, I simply held on as he changed the angle and depth of each kiss, driving me wild with need.

Eventually, our kisses grew slower and slower as the jet lag caught up with us and we calmed our need a bit. I still wanted him, but I was exhausted, and I wasn't willing to give our parents an after-dinner wall banging.

He rolled over and hugged me to his side. "Sorry about that," he said.

"Sorry about WHAT?!" I asked. "Are you kidding me? You're more than welcome to do that any time you'd like, trust me."

"I wasn't too rough?"

"Baby, you know I like it a little rough. And I think I like this jealous side of you."

"It just drives me crazy thinking about anyone having their mouth on you besides me. Except for Alice, that is… that drives me crazy on a whole different level."

I smacked him across the chest lightly. "Just for that, it's not gonna happen again?"

"Is it really weird that I'm glad? I just want you for me, always," he said, and buried his face in my neck. I shivered.

"No, I'm glad you only want me. But if you and Jasper ever decide to-"

"Are you crazy?!" he asked, snapping up his head up from my neck.

I giggled as he started to tickle my sides. "It'd be… be… sexy!" He tickled me harder.

"You're crazy, woman," he said, and started nibbling at my neck, stilling his hands.

"Mmm, no I'm not," I moaned as he continued his magic on my neck. I was pretty sure he was doing it just in case we'd see Jake, and he was being some sort of possessive prick by marking me, but I really didn't want to stop him. It felt too good. He was concentrating on the spot just behind my ear that he knew I loved.

He pulled back to admire his work. "Nice," he said, clearly pleased with himself.

"You're an ass," I said, not really meaning it.

"Hey, I didn't hear you complaining," he said. "Besides, you can hide it behind your hair."

I sighed and rolled on top of him. "We should change into PJs and go to sleep. You can finish mauling me in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan," he agreed. We changed fast, and folded ourselves into my tiny bed.

He held on to me tight as we fell asleep.

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