A/N: I'm not sure if you guys hated the last chapter or what, or maybe it's cuz there wasn't an outtake, so I was super depressed. Hopefully you'll either like this better or review because there's an outtake for this one. LittleLea05 was my rockin' beta as always, which I'm always thankful for!!! :-)

Disclaimer: Plot's mine, that is all.

BPOV

"Honey, I'm home!" Emmett called. He sounded… happy. Relieved, somehow. I was surprised, considering when he left he'd sounded like he was wound tighter than a watch, though I didn't think he'd realized it.

"Hi baby," I called, rising from the Cullen's couch, flicking off the TV. Rachael Ray annoyed the hell out of me anyway. "Did you bring me dinner?"

"Yup," he said, setting his grocery bags on the coffee table when he came into the living room. He swept me up into his arms and gave me an eager, passionate kiss that I was completely unprepared for. I kissed him back eagerly, confused but pleased by his behavior.

"Mmm, what was that for?" I asked, dazed, when he finally pulled back.

"Just cuz," he said, giving me a dimpled grin. How could I not help but swoon when he did stuff like that? I'm the luckiest girl on earth.

"Well then," I said, and pulled him back into another heated kiss. My hands found purchase in his hair as he lifted me off the ground, our hips firmly pressed together. Next thing I knew, my back was flat against the couch, and his body was covering mine, our lips still molded together.

Seconds, minutes, hours later, Emmett pulled back. "I love you," he said, and my heart swelled as usual with his words.

"I love you, too," I said, smiling up at his beautiful face. I loved him more and more each day, it was simple as that.

"Are you hungry? For food, I mean?"

I laughed. "I'm hungry for lots of things right now."

He kissed the tip of my nose. "Let's feed you with food first."

"Yeah, about that," I said as he got off of me and I sat up. "Are you really going to cook for me?" I bit my lip nervously.

He laughed. "Come on, I'm not THAT bad, am I?"

"Honey, you can barely make toast."

"How about you help me then?" His eyes were full of humor.

"Well isn't THAT romantic?" I teased. I followed him into the kitchen, and watched as he pulled out all the fixings for lasagna. Once again, I was filled with doubt, but he looked so eager to feed me, I kept my mouth shut. At least I'd be around to supervise.

Approximately three hours later, he was pulling a (nearly) perfect lasagna out of the oven, the cheese bubbling appropriately.

"Emmett, it looks delicious!" I said in shock. He frowned at me.

"Don't sound so surprised," he said grumpily. I kissed him to show that I hadn't meant to offend, and he threw off his oven mitts before leaning me up against the counter and kissing me properly. I would never get enough of this man.

"What has gotten into you?" I asked, breathless, when he pulled back. We cooked together all the time, and unless he was horny, he never acted like this. These kisses, they weren't lustful, although I found myself wanting him in any case. They were romantic, sweet, endless. It felt like he was trying to tell me something with his lips. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I just… needed to kiss you," he said, shrugging. "Is that okay?"

"More than okay," I said, reaching up for another kiss. I couldn't help it- I was insatiable when it came to Emmett, especially lately, a shift which I couldn't explain, but never wanted to end.

The timer dinged for the garlic bread, and we pulled back, breathless from our endless kisses. My stomach grumbled at about the same time, and we both laughed.

"Food first," he stated, kissing my forehead and going to get plates.

EmPOV

I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I didn't want to keep them off either, and she didn't seem to mind, so it was a win-win for everybody. I still couldn't believe how easy it had been to talk with Charlie, once he got over his initial shock. I shouldn't have been nervous, he was at the hospital when I was born, passing out bubble gum cigars with my dad, but still. No man wanted to give any other man permission to let his little girl love him more.

The ring was officially burning a hole in my pocket. Literally. I had the thing stuffed in my jeans. I'd taken it with me in case Charlie had questioned my real intentions, but he'd never asked, and I didn't show him. I figured it'd look best on her hand in any case.

Were we young? Yes. Were we stupid in love? Check that. Was this the right decision? Absolutely. I needed her in my life more than I needed oxygen. It was a simple fact.

And now… how to do it. I thought about that as we ate. It wasn't half bad, once you got past the burning sensation in your mouth. Hot. Bella seemed to be enjoying it herself. I was proud I could provide for my girl, even if she kept hovering over me and telling me how to do things most of the time. Like I said, my mom had been a terrible influence over her, making her all domestic and whatnot.

"Emmett, this is so good," she said. I thought it was adorable how she ate the lasagna in layers, starting at the bottom. I'd seen her do it before, and asked her why. "I like the cheese," she explained. "And you have to save the best for last."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. No worries about food poisoning or anything," she said with a smirk. She leaned forward to brush her lips against mine. "Thank you."

"Anything for my girl," I said with a grin, before taking a huge bite of it myself. Ow.

"HOT!"

She burst into laughter. "You idiot," she giggled as I gulped down my wine, then my water when I realized guzzling wine probably wasn't going to help anything. I narrowed my eyes at her over the end of my glass, still swilling the water down my burning mouth and throat.

"I'm glad you found that amusing," I said. "I can't feel my tongue, or the roof of my mouth."

"Poor baby," she soothed. "Can I make it better?" She did that damn pouty thing that always made my pants just a bit tighter.

"Doubtful," I said. "Unless you have some kind of magic tongue."

"No, baby, that would be you," she purred, and my pants definitely got too restricting.

"You've got the best tongue there is."

I raised my eyebrow at her, and concentrated on not pouncing on her. She blushed and continued eating her lasagna. I distracted myself by picturing ways to propose to her. Maybe on the beach, at La Push, at sunset or something. Take her for a walk and then somehow get on one knee on those millions of rocks, offering her another one for her hand. Or maybe build up a nice fire and do it here at my folk's house. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out until we got back to Madison. No, it was going to be here in Forks. Maybe in my old treehouse? No, we definitely wouldn't fit in there anymore…

"Emmett?" Bella shot me a puzzled look. "You listening to me?"

"Huh?" I said dumbly, completely unaware that she'd been saying anything.

"I said, do you want me to take your plate? Are you done?"

I looked down, the plate was empty. "Sure, fine," I said, still trying to concoct ways to ask her The Question. "Lemme help."

"Emmett, your parents DO have a dishwasher," she reminded me, rolling her eyes. "It's not exactly a two-person gig."

"Right," I said, sounding stupid again. "You wanna go to bed?" I mentally slapped myself on the forehead. So much for romantic. That was the underlying theme of tonight, and I had wanted it to continue.

She laughed. "You betcha, Big Boy," she said, grinning at me, bending over purposefully to put the plates into the dishwasher, wiggling her hips suggestively.

"Baby, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days," I swore. "And then you're going to have to explain to the doctors why that is."

"I'm sure they'll understand," she said, smirking, and I slapped her on the ass as she walked back. Okay, so maybe I lied about the romantic thing.

"Okay, that's it," I said, and briefly contemplated flinging her over my shoulder and running up the stairs. I was pretty sure my physical therapist wouldn't approve, so I settled on grabbing her hand and pulling her up the stairs with me. My parents wouldn't be back for hours, something about a hospital benefit, though I wasn't really listening, so I knew I had a long time before we had to keep our voices down.

"But, the lasagna, we have to put it in the-" Bella tried to protest as I dragged her up the stairs.

I shook my head. "Doesn't matter, we'll do it after," I said, and then pressed her against my bedroom door.

BPOV

The lasagna got put away hours later, many, many hours later. Emmett and I were lying in bed, still naked, just holding each other and watching TV. Content, so content… I played with his chest hair, causing him to let out a rumble in his chest.

"Baby, you're driving me crazy," he moaned as I circled his nipples with my fingertips.

"I know," I teased. I continued down his chest, down his abs, which were gaining definition again thanks to his physical therapy exercises. His body felt amazing under my hands. My palm rested flat on his stomach, feeling his body rise and fall with each breath he took, and he calmed his ragged breathing. He played with the ends of my hair as we watched The Office, laughing occasionally with me. I really do love this show.

I snuggled further into Emmett, nuzzling his neck and sighing. "I love you," I whispered in his ear, nibbling on his ear. He shuddered.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?"

He muted the TV. "Hey! I was watching that!" I protested, but then he looked at me, and I shut up. It wasn't that he looked at me, it was just the way that he looked at me. Like something really important was going to happen. I gulped.

"I was gonna be real romantic about this," he started.

"About what?" I was cautious now.

He sat up, and I sat with him, the sheets falling to our waists. "I guess this is fitting, though. All of this," he gestured between us, "started in a bed." He completely ignored my query.

"Honey, are you alright?" I asked, feeling his forehead and the back of his neck.

He laughed and pawed my hand aside. "I'm fine. Bella, I'm more than fine. I'm… happy. So happy. And you have to know it's because of you."

I smiled. "So am I, baby."

He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "You're my everything."

He took my hand in his. My heart leapt. Suddenly everything clicked. Oh my God.

"I can't imagine my life without you in it, Bella. You've always been there, whether we liked it or not. And now, there's no way I can picture my life, my future without you in it. I need you, want you, gotta have you in my life." He grinned at me. "Bella, I'm willing to give you everything, my all. Forever. Will you do the same? Will you be my wife?"

Even though I knew it was coming, my jaw dropped and my heart thudded crazily in my chest. Tears sprung in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them from falling. "You're not on one knee," I said between tears. Emmett got a panicked look on his face.

"Oh shit, I forgot about that! Oh, and fuck, I forgot…" He jumped off the bed, buck naked, and started rooting through our discarded clothes on the floor. He fished a black box out of the front pocket of his jeans, and bounded back to the bed. "Okay, sit on the edge, alright?"

I scooted my butt to the edge of the bed, tears still falling from my eyes. He kneeled in front of me, on one knee as promised, and popped open the box. "Isabella, love of my life, will you marry me?"

I laughed, a pure laugh of joy. "Yes!"

"You sure?!"

"YES, you great big naked moron!" I exclaimed, jumping on him and covering him with kisses. It was hard to ignore the fact that we were both naked. Celebration sex would definitely have to be in order… right now?

"Mmpfh!" he said as I attacked his mouth.

"Huh?" I said, pulling back.

"I was trying to say, do you even want to look at your ring?"

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. I was kind of focused on making love to my sexy-ass fiancé." I kissed him again.

"That's next, don't worry. I just want to see you wearing this and nothing else," he said, his eyes full of love and lust. I'm positive mine reflected the same in them.

He handed me the box I'd knocked out of his hands, and pulled out the ring. It was a single round-cut solitaire on a platinum band, and I thought about scolding him for clearly spending so much money on me, but then he slipped it on my finger, and I couldn't say anything more on the subject. It fit perfectly, and I never thought I'd be happier about seeing a diamond on my finger.

"It's beautiful, Emmett," I sighed. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, clearly," he joked. He kissed me, laying me back onto the bed. He pulled back and grabbed my left hand, admiring the ring he'd just placed there. He kissed it, and my whole body got tingly. I'd never imagine that I would be engaged to the man I grew up hating, but here I was. Here we were. I couldn't imagine my life without him.

"You're the only man who would ever think to propose to me naked, you know that?"

He shrugged. "More convenient this way," he said with a grin that showed his dimples.

I laughed. "True story. Now come here, you. I want you to show me just how much you love me."

He pretended to pout. "I thought the ring might've been proof enough."

"Well fine, if you don't want to have sex with me…"

"No, no, no, I did not mean that…" He said, rolling me over on top of him and attacking my neck with his lips and teeth. "We're going to have sex, and a lot of it, starting now until… forever. Sound good to you?"

"That sounds very good to me," I replied.

I rolled him back on top of me, and wrapped my arms and legs around him. I kissed him deeply, and he returned it just as fervently. His hands brushed up and down my sides, and then cupped my ass as he kissed down my body.

My hand gripped his hair as he pleasured me, and I have no idea why, but my ring glinting off of my hand really made me hot. Well, that, and when he looked up at me while giving me the best tonguing of my life. He was so intense when he loved me in this way, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from coming much quicker than usual. He lapped at every last drop, and then made his way back up my body, paying close attention to my breasts as his cock brushed up against my clit. "Emmett, please, I need you," I whimpered.

"Anything you say, Mrs. Cullen," he said, and slipped into my easily, filling me whole. Our pace started gently, and then increased in tempo as we became more and more connected. He was so deep inside me, and he filled me so completely, I suddenly knew exactly what paradise was. He and I, together forever. I'd never need anyone else but him. So long as Emmett was in my life, I'd be content forever.

"Emmett, baby, I'm so close," I said, rocking my body hard against his. He kissed me hard as he pounded into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "Oh GOD!" I shouted as I exploded all around him, stars literally flying before my eyes. I knew that he was close behind me as he grunted and stilled inside me, shouting my name. My entire body was shaking with the recovery of my orgasm. I had literally fallen apart in his arms.

"Jesus, Bella," he moaned. "Tell me it's gonna be like that every time from now on."

I laughed. "Silly Emmett. Of course it won't be. But we can sure try…"

He kissed me deeply again. "I'm up for it if you are."

"Literally?"

"Not quite, just give me a minute…"

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