Look at me. I'm on FIRE. Haha. This is a cute chapter.

Disclaimer: If I was Stephenie Meyer, I would not be jealous of the fact that my mom bought my dad an iTouch for their anniversary.

Golfing Giggles--

Bella's POV.

I could tell Emmett felt really bad for "not being able to come to Thanksgiving dinner." But it didn't change the fact that he's been so weird lately. When Edward asked me if I believed him, I wasn't sure what to say. Did I? Maybe. It made sense, I mean. His family was never together, and Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that you spent with family. But he always spends it with me. Always.

Sigh. Oh well. It's not a big deal. I guess. He's making it up to me today, by taking me mini-golfing!

He called me this morning—waking me up—and told me his plans. I'm excited, even though I know that by the end of the day, one of us is going to end up in the hospital.

I heard his Jeep pull into my driveway. I ran outside before he even turned the car off. He got out anyway. He opened his arms and I ran into them, gratefully. I missed his warmth, his smell, the way he felt. And it was great to be back in his arms, right where I belonged.

We stood there for a while. Not moving. Just hugging. Then I looked up at him.

"Hello." Instead of replying, he kissed my lips. There was a hunger behind this kiss; he missed me just as much I as missed him.

He pulled away, smiling. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

I kissed him again. "That's because you haven't."

He frowned. "I'm really sorry, Bella. I couldn't help it."

I shook my head. "It's alright. I forgive you."

Emmett grinned. "Good. I love you."

And I think he meant it. "I love you too." He walked me around to the passenger side of his car, and opened the door. Such a gentleman.

It was about an hour's drive to Port Angeles, and then another fifteen minutes to find a mini-golf course. When we arrived, I could already sense the danger I was going to put everyone in the multicolored place into. Ugh. Why'd he have to pick a sport? He knows how bad I am.

We walked into the house to buy our game. There was an extremely bored looking teenager working behind the counter.

"Hi," he said as we walked up. "What can I do for you?"

Emmett pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and draped his other arm across my shoulders. "I'd like one game for my girl and me, please." He kissed the top of my head.

He was being awful sweet…

The kid told us to pick out our clubs and balls. I grabbed the green club and a bright blue ball, while Emmett picked the tallest club which was black and a hot pink ball. Only he would do that.

We walked hand in hand to the start of the course.

"Ladies first," Emmett said, bowing and gesturing with his hand. I giggled.

"Why thank you."

I lined my ball up on the teeing pad. (What a weird choice of words, Ali. That made me laugh kind of hard.) And then I swung; not hard enough to send the ball over the fence, but hard enough to send it zooming across the enclosed course, and no where near the hole.

Great.

I tried six more times to get the ball in, but I failed miserable. And Emmett just stood there and laughed at me! It was a good thing there was no one behind us in line, because I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Come here, silly Bella," Emmett said. "And bring your ball."

I huffed back over to him and put my hands on my hips. He held his hand out, and I gave him my ball. He placed it on the pad. Then he maneuvered me behind it, and placed himself behind me. His huge hands were on top of my tiny ones.

"You stand like this," he whispered into my ear. "And you don't have to hit it so hard. Just hard enough to…" He pulled our arms back in a swinging motion, and tapped the ball. I watched it roll right into the hole. Perfect.

I sighed. "See?" Emmett said. "That wasn't so hard."

"It's hard when I do it by myself."

"Well maybe you just need a good teacher."

I turned my head to look up at him. His arms were still around me. "Will you be my teacher?" I asked.

He leaned down slightly and kissed me on the lips. "I would love to."

He kissed me again. And again. And again, until I finally just dropped the club and turned around, throwing my arms around his neck to be in a more comfortable position.

Who knows how long we stayed there? We wouldn't have moved except a couple came up behind us and cleared their throats, loudly. That was embarrassing…

The rest of our golfing experience continued much like this—lots of laughing, kissing, flirting and having a great time. Emmett had to keep helping me, but by the end of the day I had managed to score a hole-in-one all by myself! Go Bella!

After dinner, we headed back to my house so we could be home when Charlie got there. But instead of going into the house, we took a walk through the forest behind my house. There was a clearing back there—not a particularly pretty clearing, but it was nice because we were alone. We lounged on the soft ground; I was on my back and Emmett propped himself up, gazing at me.

We talked about nothing in particular. Just stuff. Just us. And I loved every minute of it.

As it was getting dark, we talked about going home. But before we got up, Emmett said, "Bella?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. So much. You know that, right?"

His almost black eyes bore into mine. They seemed worried, and they were pleading with me. Please know that, they said. That scared me.

"Yeah, I know. I love you too."

He sighed, and smiled. "Good." He kissed me softly.

Emmett's POV.

I took her out today to make up for what I'd done. To get her to forgive me for all the pain I'm sure I'd put her through, whether she realized it or not.

As I gazed at her, I realized what a huge part of my life she was. She was a huge part of my heart. And I was letting her slip away from me.

Was it worth it? I don't know. Maybe.

"I love you," I said. "So much. You know that, right?"

She had to believe me. She just had to.

Duh duh duh...There's the sensitive side of Emmett! All leading up to the drama, buds. Did you like it? REVIEW.