EMMETTS POV

"Shit," I said, pushing into Bella one last time.

I felt myself tightening my grip on her hips as she was bent over in front of me.

I heard her say "Ow" and immediately let go. I punched the side of the small outhouse hard. It gave away easily and fell all around us. Luckily, Bella was bent over, so the roof didn't hit her.

Instead it hit the top of my head. I pulled out of her and began moving the pieces of wood on my head away. Bella stood back up, scared, then burst out laughing when I growled and threw the last of the wood to the side.

"Whatever," I said to her.

She bent down, holding her stomach in laughter, and it made me smile. I picked her up and ran to the cabin, leaving our clothes and the destroyed outhouse behind.

"Ready for another round?" I asked her.

And that's how we spent the rest of our time in Ireland. No matter where we intended to go or do, it always led to our sinful pleasure.

BELLAS POV

I looked around uncomfortably. A lot of girls at the airport were shooting me dirty looks. I tried ignoring them, focusing only on Emmett…like they were.

"I have nine more days until Charlie expects me home, and we're already going back to Forks," I said glumly.

"So? He doesn't know we're coming back early. We can still have fun at home," he said, winking.

I don't think he realized that once our plane landed back home, we had our own lives to lead, him with his wife and me with Edward.

"Em…look, I love you, and I know you love me, but you do know that once we get off the plane, you're still a husband, and I'm a girlfriend," I said.

He looked at me confused, but didn't say anything.

"FLIGHT NUMBER 4-1-9 TO-"

I looked up at the ceiling as the lady in the airport announced a flight. I didn't even know why I looked up at the ceiling; it wasn't like she was going to be floating there. I liked how she pronounced each number separately.

"Is that us?" I asked him.

He nodded slowly. "Lets go," he said. He picked me up off my feet with one arm, letting my feet dangle. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He picked up our bag with his other hand and carried it along with us.

As we walked through the waiting room to the plane's entrance, people around us stared. I looked at the girls that had been checking Emmett out and blew them a kiss goodbye.

Childish? Okay, maybe it was.

HOURS LATER

"AH! My ass hurts," I said, stretching my arms over my head. Then I held my stomach; it felt bloated. The food hadn't been the best, even for first class, and all those hours of sitting didn't make it any better.

We had already landed at the Forks Municipal Airport, and I had to say, after all those hours in a plane, it felt amazing to get some fresh air and stretch. It felt even better than sex with Emmett...wait, that definitely wasn't true.

"Was I THAT rough on you?" Emmett asked, smirking. I hit his arm playfully.

"Oh shut up. It was from sitting down for so long, you perv," I laughed.

BOOM.

We saw a flash of thunder light up the sky outside.

"Ugh. Good ol' Forks," I said.

Emmett took a deep breath. "I love how the air smells when it rains around home, the way the trees and woods smell," he said, and took another deep breath.

Then he wrinkled his nose, like he'd smelled something foul.

"BELLA!" I turned around to see a good-looking,muscular, dark, short-haired guy towering over the crowd.

"Jake!" I said happily. "Wow, you just can't seem to stop growing!"

I ran over to him and jumped into his arms as he spun me around.

He was so warm. This would have seemed romantic and cute to any onlookers, spinning in the soft rain, thunder rumbling in the background…but this was Jacob Black!

He put me down, still bearing his teeth in a smile.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I should be asking you the same thing. Look at you, you're going to get all wet," he said, and when he looked over at Emmett, the smile he had just for me disappeared.

He looked around, and I assumed he was looking for Edward or the rest of the Cullens. He looked back at Emmett and nodded to him by way of greeting.

"Emmett," he said seriously.

"Jacob Black," I heard Emmett respond from behind me.

The tension was tangible. I didn't even need to look at Emmett know that. I continued to look up at Jacob, who was now taller than Emmett, but not as muscular or strong-looking as him.

"So I was looking for you the other day. Charlie said you were with the Cullens on vacation. But he said you weren't back for another week or so," he said to me.

"Yeah, about that. Don't tell Charlie that we're back. The trip was cut short," I said.

He raised his eyebrows. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine, Jake. We came back home a little sooner, but I'll be staying with the Cullens," I said reassuringly.

"Where's Edward?"

I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing that came to mind. "Hunting with Alice and Jasper."

"Ah," he said, tilting his head up like he'd just gotten big news.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Came to pick up someone."

"Oh?" I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Yeah, we're having this special ceremony in honor of the moon and sun gods. And there's another cleansing ritual, which helps to purify your body, mind, and soul."

I heard Emmett snort. Jacob smiled down at me, ignoring Emmett, but I noticed his jaw tighten. I turned and glared at Emmett, which automatically made him shut up. I turned back to Jacob and smiled.

"Is it like that time I went and you all told stories around the campfire?" I asked.

"Not quite. You wanna come?" he asked.

I could hear the hopefulness in his voice, and I didn't want to disappoint him. Plus, I really wanted to go.

"I'd love to!" I said. He smiled happily.

"Great! I'll give you a call, okay?"

I nodded, and waved good-bye to him as he walked past us and into the airport. His eyes and smile followed me until he pushed through the doors. I turned around and finally was at Emmett's side.

I could feel my hair getting soaked in the rain, and my clothes were clinging to my body.

"It smells like wet dog," Emmett said, looking at the airport doors. I glared at him. "I don't know why you even talk to that mutt."

"Because he's a great guy," I said

"Right. Well, don't be too sure about that," he said, wrapping his arm around me and pushing me along with him.

EMMETT'S POV

I set Bella down as we reached the steps of the Cullen house. Before she could knock, Esme was already at the door with a blanket for Bella.

"Come in, come in," she said to a soaking wet Bella. "Oh Emmett, look at her. She's going to get sick!"

"She was only in the rain for two minutes," I said.

"I'm fine, really. It's humid, so the rain felt really nice on me. I just have a bit of stomach pain but I think it might have been the airplane food," said Bella.

"Well, okay," said Esme reluctantly.

I walked in behind them, taking my wet shoes and shirt off and tossing them into the garbage bin by the door.

"Why are you throwing them away?" asked Bella, as she sat on the bench of Edward's piano. Esme was out of the room, but I could hear her handling something in the kitchen.

"House rule. Alice allows us to wear clothes only once. I'll be right back, I'm going to go put on dry pants." I said, running up the stairs to my room.

I could hear Esme talking to Bella, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I reached my room and stopped as I smelled Rosalie. I'd forgotten all about her.

I opened the door slowly and peeked in. The room was dark. I pushed the door open, stepped in, and flipped the light switch on.

"What... the... fuck?" I said to myself in amazement as I looked all around my large room. It was completely destroyed. The room was no longer clean or organized as it had always been upon entering. Clothes were strewn everywhere, torn to pieces. The marble floor was covered with bits of broken glass and pieces of mirror. Holes dotted the walls from what seemed like punches or kicks. The bed Rosalie and I used (not for sleep) was slashed through its cover and mattress.

I closed the door, and turned around as I felt someone's presence in the room. Rosalie was behind the door, and she looked terrible.

Her hair she always took so much pride in was knotted and bushy. The very little makeup she chose to wear was smudged all over her face. She was wearing a thin, layered, short nightdress, but it too was in bad state. It was wrinkled and torn in a few places.

She smiled and put her hands up to the sides of her face.

"You're back. I knew you would be back," she said, wrapping her arms around me. I tensed up, feeling uncomfortable, and pulled her off me, grabbing her by the wrists.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked her worriedly. I had never seen her like this. The Rosalie I knew would never allow anyone to see her like this, not even me.

"Oh, Emmett, I've missed you. I knew you would come back to be with me, and not stay with the human," she said as tears welled up in her eyes.

Under other circumstances, I would have been upset at her remark towards Bella, but right now I was just focused on her mental state. She seemed crazed.

"Rose…look at you, you're hungry." I looked into her coal-black eyes and put my hand on her right cheek.
She put her hand over mine and closed her eyes, moving our hands together so my hand caressed her cheek. I moved my hand away and she opened her eyes. I picked her up in my arms and held her close to me.

"Come on, you need to eat," I said, opening the door.
She rested her head on my my bare chest and pushed her face closer to me. As I walked towards the stairs I could hear Bella and Esme talking. I tightened my grip around Rosalie and walked down the stairs.

Just in case she decided to hurt Bella. Not only did Rosalie hate her, but she was extremely thirsty.

Esme and Bella stopped talking and looked at us. Rosalie didn't seem to be bothered by either of them; she just continued to caress my face and neck.

"She's hungry," I said to Esme, upset.

Why hadn't Esme warned me when I walked in? More importantly, why hadn't they fed her?

"She would only drink enough to keep the thirst at bay and refuse the rest," Esme explained, recognizing how upset I was.

"I'm taking her." I walked to the door, avoiding Bella.

"Emmett," she said. I stopped and turned to look at her. The way she said my name and the look she gave me was a mixture of jealousy and pain. Then she brought her hand to her mouth.

"Oh God, that food was really bad," she said before she threw up, right there on the floor. She started crying. I wasn't sure if it was a human reaction to vomiting, or an emotional reaction because she was upset at how I was caring for Rosalie.

Esme picked Bella up and carried her to the bathroom. I turned with Rosalie and walked through the door.

I loved and cared for Bella. But what she'd said before was right. She was Edward's.

And Rosalie was my wife, even if I didn't love her like I loved Bella now.

I needed to accept that what we had in Ireland was just a little adventure that would never happen again.

BELLA'S POV

"Oh, God," I said, as I felt more of it coming. My stomach was churning violently, and there was a pressure somewhere in my throat.

I vomitted continuously into the toilet.

My insides felt sick, like I'd eaten something rotten and it was spoiling there for weeks.

"What did you eat on the plane?" Esme asked concerned.

"Haggis? Emmett said it was like meatloaf made from sheep. He said it was really good," I answered.

Esme gave a small chuckle. "Oh dear, haggis is sheep stomach, stuffed with its heart, liver, and lung. Of course he likes it."

"Ugh," I said and whatever was in my stomach came up. I turned to the toilet again and continued to vomit. The food hadn't tasted great, but I never would have guessed it would make me sick. It definitely had an odd taste and texture, but I'd never eaten haggis before, and I'd been starving.

I heard Esme turn the bathtub water on.

"Bella, I'm drawing some water for you, and as soon as you're ready, you get in, okay? It's all set up for you. I'm going to get some clean clothes for you to wear," said Esme.

I nodded, my head still in the toilet.

When my stomach calmed down a bit, I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

The bruises Emmett had given me were still visible, but they weren't as bad as they'd been in who knew me would easily believe I'd done this to myself out of clumsiness.

My stomach rumbled loudly. Of course I'd be hungry after just emptying my stomach.

I stepped into the bathtub. The water was comfortably and refreshingly hot, exactly what I needed. I sat down, rested my head on the edge of the tub, and closed my eyes.

I started biting the inside of my cheek.

I couldn't believe Emmett had just left with Rosalie, not even staying to see if I was okay.

Well, of course he hadn't! Rosalie is his wife! I thought to myself. Isn't that what I'd told him?

I slapped my hand down on the water in anger, creating a splash. My hand burned at the impact on to the hot water. I ignored it and it slowly disappeared.

It was all my fault. I shouldn't have told him that once we arrived back home everything would go back to normal.

UGH!

I started wondering what they were doing together.

What if, after she's fed, she decides to have sex with him out there? Like make up sex?

Well, why not! She has every right! Emmett was her husband, for crying out loud, a second voice shouted angrily in my head.

But...the thought of knowing that she could have him after I had pissed me off immensely.

I licked my lips and wiped the sides of my mouth with my wet hand.

EMMETTS POV

I leaned on a tree as I watched Rosalie drain the deer's blood.

The way she looked coupled with her thirst made her look completely savage.

When she finished, she picked up the deer's body and put it into the hole I'd dug. I was surprised at how gentle she was with its body, now that it was dead.

Together we covered the hole and patted down the ground until it looked untouched. Then she took my hand.

"I don't know what's going on with me, Em. I'm...tired. And I'm a vampire. I never thought I'd feel this way again. I feel drained, like I want to sleep and rest," she said.

"How does that feel?" I asked, curious. It had been so long since I myself had slept, or even felt fatigued.

"I think they're side effects from the shots Carlisle's been giving me. I must have become used to having that period of sleep. My body just feels heavy, especially my legs and eyes.

"I feel like…like I just want to lay down and close my eyes, and that's it. After what's been happening between us, it felt nice to sleep and forget," she said, making it a point not to look at me.

"Do you dream?" I asked her intrigued. I had so many questions just on sleep.

"Yes. It's scary, because you think you're awake and you're going through the situations you're dreaming about. Then you wake up, and realize it never happened. I guess I should have known when I dreamt that-" She stopped and looked away.

I grabbed her chin and turned her face to me.

"Tell me," I said. I could sense where this was going.

"I dreamt I was pregnant," she whispered.

I picked her up again.

"Do you want to sleep? Do you remember how to without the shots?" I asked her as I ran to the house.

"Yes and no," she said, answering both of my questions.

"I'll ask Carlisle to inject you. Are you okay with that?" I asked gently.

"Only if you lay down with me. Please?" she asked.

I felt really bad for her. I knew she wasn't...right anymore, and it made me feel guilty. After all, wasn't this partly my fault, too? She seemed so gentle, so fragile, so weak…almost human.

"I will. How long does it last?"

"I don't know." She pressed her hand to my chest and looked up at me from my arms. "Emmett…tell me you don't love the human. That while you were gone, you kept our vows. That I'm only yours and you're only mine."

Her words stopped me in my tracks, right in front of the door to the house. I swallowed, and looked into her eyes.

"I...don't."

I had to lie. If I told her how totally and completely I did love Bella, I didn't think she would be able to handle it in her condition.

"Oh, Emmett. I knew I could trust you." She rested her head back on my chest.

I opened the door and took Rosalie to our room. I set her on her feet and flipped the mattress of our bed. I put fresh covers on the mattress from our wardrobe and told her to lay down. Then I went out into the hallway and said Carlisle's name, knowing he'd hear me. He was at my side in a second.

"Carlisle, could you inject Rosalie again? She needs to rest," I said.

He nodded and left to get his equipment. After he injected her and left the room, I laid down on the bed. She was asleep before she could even say anything else to me.

I kissed her forehead.

"How am I going to continue living, when the person I'm in love with isn't you?" I asked her sleeping body.

BELLA'S POV

I slipped into the dry shirt Esme laid out on the chair outside the bathroom. I took one last look into the mirror, making sure that my eyes weren't swollen from crying. I looked away when I heard a knock at the door.

"Bella, it's for you," Esme said through the door.

"Is it my father?" I asked, opening the door. He wasn't supposed to know I was here.

"No, its Jacob Black. We forgot to tell Chief Swan we were back, though. Would you like me to call him?" she asked.

"Oh no, Esme, I'd like to keep it that way a little longer, if you and Carlisle don't mind."

And then it struck me that she'd said Jake was on the phone. I was confused. How did he get the Cullens' number?

I took the phone from Esme, and she dismissed herself to give me privacy.

"Hey, Jake. How did you get this number?" I asked him.

"Charlie, don't worry he doesn't know your back, I just said I needed to leave the Doc. a message." he said simply.

"Oh." That made sense. "What's up?"

"I was calling about the ceremony. It's tomorrow from midnight until sun up. Still want to come?" he asked.

"Of course," I said, holding the phone with one hand and running the other through my wet hair.

I took the cordless phone up to Edwards's room and sat on the bed.

"Great! So I'll pick you up at eleven tomorrow night. Bring anything comfortable for you, and then bring all white clothes to change into, if you can," he said.

"Okay. See you tomorrow then. Night."

We hung up, and I looked at the doorway. Emmett was standing there. He came in, and closed the door.
He looked around the room and stopped when his gaze landed on me.

"I just wanted to say goodnight," he said, his hands in the pockets of a brand new pair of sweats.

"Is Rosalie okay?" I forced myself to ask.

"She's sleeping."

Sleeping? What the hell? "Uh, I thought you guys didn't sleep," I said.

"It seems her body has become used to the shots Carlisle has been giving her. And she really needs a refreshing moment."

"Oh." I looked down at my hands and began to bite my nails. I didn't know why this was so awkward for us. I mean, after everything we'd done together in Ireland…

This was all my fault.

"Well, goodnight, Bella."

"Goodnight," I said as he opened the door.

He looked at me one last time before closing it behind him.