A/N: So we're all in agreement that Naked Emmett is an Irresistable Emmett. ;-) Who could say no to that??!! And now we'll find out what The Mothers think... Hehe. Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed, you guys rock. It makes my day. :-) By the way, any Hawaiians out there?? I got a job with AmeriCorps in Oahu, so I'll be moving there in December. Yay!!! Anyways, thanks as always to LittleLea05.

Disclaimer: It's not mine. Shucks.

EmPOV

My mom had gone supersonic. I was still getting dressed when I hear her screeching and sobbing downstairs. If I hadn't just placed a diamond ring on Bella's finger, the sure source of my mom's disturbance, I might have been worried.

I threw on my shirt and jogged down the stairs as fast as possible. Easier and easier every day.

There in the kitchen stood my gorgeous fiancée and her future mother-in-law, hugging and crying together. My big old soft heart went to mush over them; my two best girls, the only women in my life that would ever matter, that is unless Bella and I ever had a daughter. That kid was already set to be spoiled rotten…

"Oh, Emmett," my mom cried. "Why didn't you tell me?!" She was now gripping Bella's left hand in hers, admiring the ring.

I snorted. "As if you could keep a surprise, Mom." I kissed Bella on top the head before wrapping my mom in a big bear hug. She squeezed back as tight as she could.

"Emmy Bear, I'm so happy," she cried, tears running down the front of my shirt. "You and Bella. You and Bella! I never thought this day would come… I always hoped… somehow knew… But I never expected…" She was somehow out of words, though not for long. "So Bella," she said, turning to my girl. "How did he propose? Please tell me he did it right. On one knee and everything?"

Bella blushed scarlet, and I could tell she was biting back a laugh. "Yes, Esme, he got down on one knee. He was very… genteel."

Even I couldn't hold back my guffaw of laughter. It seemed as though we'd be giving a fake PG version of the proposal for the rest of our lives. But hell, as long as I was doing anything for the rest of my life, I was glad it would be with Bella.

Fuck, I was so cheesy nowadays. I'd gone soft falling in love. But that was alright, I'd take the trade any day.

My mom frowned, probably trying to figure out what was so funny, but then she said,

"We need to call Renee."

Bella nodded, grabbing her cell off the counter to make the call. I started pouring myself a bowl of cereal, and Mom kept giggling and humming to herself, clearly pleased with herself and making plans in her head.

"Hey Mom?" Bella said. "I gotta talk with you and Dad about something… uh huh… yeah, tonight? Okay. Um… maybe that's not soon enough." She was looking at Mom, who looked like she was about to wet herself, bouncing up and down as if she were trying to hold in the information.

"RENEE, SOON!" she burst out.

"Yeah, that was Esme… uh huh… yep. Yeah. Okay. See you soon." Bella slapped the phone shut. "She's coming over now."

"It's too bad Carlisle and Charlie can't be here to celebrate with us right now," Mom said, looking truly sad, but then she perked up. "We can celebrate with dinner tonight, all six of us!"

"Yeah, sure," Bella said, rather unenthusiastically. I frowned. Wasn't she excited? I felt like doing a little song and dance myself.

"We'll go out… some place nice…" My mom was already planning. I groaned inwardly. I could only imagine how enthusiastic Alice would be when she found out.

Bella came over and kissed my shoulder. She hugged me from behind and sighed.

"They're going to be horrible," she whispered, reflecting my thoughts.

"Yeah… did you expect anything less?" I smirked.

"No…" she said, sighing again. "Let's elope."

I raised my eyebrows. "Vegas?"

She nodded. "ASAP."

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. "We'll talk about it later," I promised. Honestly, Vegas sounded good to me. Nice, quick, and official. That's all I needed.

Minutes later, Renee was running into the kitchen, using her handy dandy key my mom had bestowed upon her years ago. "What's going on?" she demanded. "Are you pregnant?" she asked Bella, eyeing up her belly. I had to hold in a laugh. She was just like her husband, guessing the baby before the ring. Then again, I suppose I was the scoundrel that seduced their daughter into naughty pre-marital behavior. I smirked.

"No, Mom!" Bella said, crossing her arms over her stomach self consciously. The motion brought the ring glinting in the sunlight, and Renee gasped.

"Is that… ohmygod, is that…?" Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. She reached out silently to grab Bella's hand, examining the ring much like my mom had. "When? Where? How?"

I laughed. "Last night, on one knee." I left out the gratuitous nudity for everyone's benefit.

"Good boy," Renee encouraged, sweeping her daughter into a tight hug. I seriously hoped that this meant Renee would quit her ridiculous and disgusting crush on me. I was going to be her son-in-law, after all. I sighed in relief when she hugged me tight without making me feel like a piece of meat.

Renee and my mom then turned to each other, tears in their eyes, and started hugging and screaming, and in general causing a huge ruckus.

Bella eyed me wearily, and grabbed my hand. "C'mon," she whispered, and we spirited away out of the kitchen. We slipped into my bedroom, locking the door firmly behind us. I pressed her against it, and began nipping at her neck.

"You were mentioning Vegas?" I said between bites. Her breath hitched, and her arms wound around my neck.

"Mmm, yeah," she said. "But it would kill them if we snuck away."

I pulled back, resting my forehead against hers. "Yeah, I know."

"We've created a monster," she joked.

"Can you imagine how Alice is gonna be?"

She groaned, and I'm not going to lie, the sound went straight to my dick. "I forgot about her," she moaned. "Seriously. Vegas. You, me, Elvis, a heart shaped bed…"

"You want a threesome with Elvis?" I teased. "Kinky. But I'm afraid I'm not going to share you with anyone, not even the King."

"Aww, man, no fair," she whined. "You never let me do anything I want."

I answered by kissing her, deeply. "Mine," I said between kisses.

"Yours," she sighed, doing that one thing with her tongue that should be illegal. She could make me do anything when she did that.

"Kids, you can have sex later if you want, we want to celebrate with you!" Renee called from the other side of the door. I dropped my head on Bella's shoulder and groaned in discontent. "I heard that," she said with a giggle. "Come downstairs."

"Goddamn it!" Bella muttered. "I just wanna be alone with you." She pouted, her beautiful full lips tempting me to steal another kiss from her before pulling away entirely.

"Let's sneak away later," I said. "We haven't tried the back of my dad's Thunderbird yet."

Bella giggled. "Ooh, sexy. Let's give that a whirl."

"See, I know how to be classy," I teased, pushing my bedroom door open.

BPOV

I don't know why I was surprised by The Mother's reactions. I knew they would freak out, but somehow I just hadn't anticipated the squealing. It felt like when Alice took me shopping on Black Friday last year.

I didn't even want to think about when I told her. Dogs wouldn't even be able to hear the frequency of screaming. Ugh.

It wasn't that I wasn't excited. Oh no. I was shouting for joy, leaping in happiness, screaming in ecstasy inside. I just wasn't a huge fan of over excited. And I definitely could do without all the attention focused on me. I'd never been a huge fan.

I kept sneaking peaks at my hand. I'd never been a huge fan of jewelry; a ring here, some earrings there, but never a ring. Never the sparkly kind. And yet here was this huge bling thing on my hand, and I couldn't be happier about it.

By the time Charlie and Carlisle had gotten home from their respective jobs, it seemed like the entire town of Forks was well aware of our engagement. The Mothers had been on the phone with friends, long lost relatives far flung across the country, the people across the street Esme couldn't stand, old college roommates… everyone. The Mothers held phones to their ears the entire day, phone books in hand, and Emmett and I just sat on the couch and let the scene unfold around us. I was saving my one important call to Alice for later. I needed to stave off the madness for just a little bit more.

Emmett was obsessed with my hand now. He kept picking it up, admiring his choice of jewels, kissing my finger right over the ring, fiddling with it and catching it against the light. He looked incredibly blissful, and it was difficult to feel exasperated at The Mothers when he smiled like that.

Carlisle was home first, naturally. Charlie wasn't far behind him. They both had suspicious looks on their faces, Carlisle's more than Charlie. I wondered if Emmett had gone to ask permission or something. It was terribly old-fashioned of him, but I loved him for it just the same.

"So what's all this news?" Carlisle asked. Charlie folded his arms across his chest and simply raised his eyebrows at us.

"Well…" I started, but Emmett snatched up my hand before I could get out another word and simply showed off my hand. Okay, definitely obsessed with the ring. He looked so proud, like a little kid showing off something new and shiny during show and tell.

"We're engaged!" he announced proudly, giving his dimpled grin I loved so much.

Charlie's eyes bugged out when he saw the ring. "It's huge," he said incredulously. "What the hell, Cullen?"

Emmett just laughed.

"Congratulations son!" Carlisle said, leaning forward to shake Emmett's hand firmly. They weren't much into physical affection, but I could see the beginnings of tears in Carlisle's eyes. "Welcome to the family, Bella," he said. "Officially," he added when Esme glared at him.

"Congrats, kids," Charlie added, giving us an approval smile. High praise for him.

The rest of the night went well, though The Mothers kept dropping hints and ideas about the wedding throughout the meal and dessert. I thought about threatening Vegas on them so they'd keep their mouths shut, but I figured it'd just upset them, and I knew they'd been plotting this day since they both found out they were pregnant, so I didn't spoil it for them.

Besides, I supposed I could think of worse things than announcing to the world that Emmett Cullen and I were going to spend the rest of our lives together. A big wedding for The Mothers seemed like a small price to pay for that.

After midnight, and three bottles of wine between the six of us, I was feeling buzzed and happy. Apparently, so was Emmett, because he kept running his hands up and down my thighs, rather unhelpfully. There was nothing worse than being aroused in front of your parental units.

"Knock it off," I hissed, as his fingers ran dangerously close to my inner thighs.

He pouted. "What? I want to be alone with my girl. My fiancée."

I loved how he said it, sort of like a growl. A promise. A desire. I nodded mutely, biting my lip. "I want that, too." She leaned forward and laid a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Aww, get a room," Renee whined, though she was grinning. "I think it's time for these love birds to have some alone time."

I couldn't have agreed with her more. I was ten seconds away from mounting Emmett in front of my family.

"Yeah, good plan. Good night guys!" Emmett said, suddenly full of energy, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me off the couch. "It's been grand," he added with a wink, and then he was pulling me up the stairs while I waved good night to the good parents.

"Mmm, about time," I murmured before I pounced. There was something about being engaged that had my already sky-high libido rocketing into the stratosphere. We were kissing and tearing off clothes, and before either of us could really comprehend it, I was lowering myself onto him, arching my back as he filled me completely. I rocked my hips against him, swirling my hips in a figure-eight, holding him deep inside me.

"Fuck, Bella," he groaned. I rose up on him, until the tip of his cock was just inside me, and then I slammed back down, engulfing him in one thrust. "Shit!" he cried, grabbing my hips and stilling me for a moment. He looked like he was trying very hard not to cum straight away. "Jesus, so good," he whimpered as I rode him hard.

I grabbed my own breasts, kneading them in my hands like he usually did, and I knew the visual did wonders for him. It felt pretty damn good, too. "Emmett, I love feeling you inside me," I moaned, riding him harder and faster. "I love how you feel, how big you are, how you fill me." The words were more for his benefit than mine, so I was shocked when I suddenly found myself flat on my back, his cock still buried deep within me as he hovered over me.

"And I love your pussy," he growled. "I love how tight you are, how hot and wet you are, how being with you is like coming home." He groaned, shutting his eyes tight to keep himself in control. I didn't want any of that. I wanted him to lose control, simply take what he wanted. I wanted him to ravish me.

I bucked my hips up, encouraging his pace, and he kissed me like he was dying. I could barely breathe, my body covering itself with a sheen of sweat. I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer, and neither could he.

I dug my fingernails into his shoulder as I moaned out his name. "Please, baby, cum for me," I pleaded.

"You… first…" he uttered, reaching between us and rubbing my clit hard.

"Oh… oh…" I shouted. "Yes, please, Emmett, please…"

Seconds later, I was falling apart in his arms, my body tightening hard around him, my toes curling and my heels digging into his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside me as my world fell apart around me. He followed right after, stilling inside me and grunting.

"Oh God," I whimpered, unable to move. He had drilled me into the bed pretty hard, not that I was complaining.

"Too good," he murmured into my neck. "I can't wait to do that for the rest of our lives."

"I'd like to see us try that when we're eighty," I joked.

"It'll be worth the hip replacement," he promised. I laughed and kissed him hard.

"God, I love you," I marveled.

"Ditto," he said unromantically, yawning. He pulled me close to him and buried his face in my neck again. "You're salty," he said, licking my nipple and making me shiver.

"So are you," I said. Now it was my turn to yawn.

"We're going to have to come up with a more family-friendly way to describe the proposal," he said.

"Ain't that the truth," I said, grinning. My eyes were having a hard time staying open.

"Okay, here's my idea," he said, yawning again, and I copied. Damn. It's true about yawns being contagious. "I took you out to La Push for a romantic moonlight walk, and I asked you just as the waves were crashing and the moon came out from behind the clouds."

"Damn, and I settled for naked and post-coital?" I joked. "Whatever was I thinking?"

"You loved it," he said. We were both practically asleep now.

"Yeah, I suppose so," I teased, eyes fully shut now, and brain shutting down.

"G'night, Bella."

"G'night almost-husband."

A/N II: A review gets you an outtake... This one makes me laugh, I think you'll like it. ;-)