A/N: Here's the Emmett and Logan meet and greet. I hope I did it justice, but I dunno. I'm hard on myself. There will be more interaction with Alice and the rest of the Cullens in the next few chapters. Whose excited??

Flightlessbird11 – the Peanut Butter Cookie thing was a not a wide awake reference, although you already know I'm a whore for that story. My mother actually makes the best peanut butter cookies I have ever had in my entire life, and that's where I got it from.

Hazelbunny – there will be no custody battle, so don't worry! LOL

Lysvia – when are you due? Your hormonal reviews make me laugh.

I wanted to make a fic rec… it's called "Vodka and Nicotine" by desolatestate. It's a WIP, but I found it very interesting.

I don't own twilight, but I do have a naked toddler running around here in a lifejacket desperate to go swimming.

EPOV

When Sunday morning rolled around, I was a wreck of emotions, but I was certain that Emmett was a million times worse than me. Rosalie had called early in the morning to change the location of our meeting due to the weather. We were supposed to meet at a local park near her home for ice skating and hot chocolate, but thanks to the freezing rain that was currently pouring down on the city, she asked if we could simply come over to her place and Emmett was fine with that. It would make Logan more comfortable, he explained to me, when he called to tell me about the change. I was now sitting in my Volvo, driving slowly over to Emmett's place with two hot coffees and a big box of donuts. We had over three hours until we had to be at Rose's, but Em expressed his need for some moral support and I was the most willing person.

"How are you holding up?" I asked as I wandered into his apartment, after Emmett opened the door looking more than a little tired.

"As well as I can be for finding out a week ago that I have a kid," he said with a nervous laugh as I thrust the coffee into his hand. I looked him over and noticed he looked pretty rough, in addition to being tired. His clothes were covered in holes and smelt horribly.

"I don't think Rosalie will be impressed if you show up looking like a homeless guy," I snickered as Emmett glared at me in frustration.

"Homeless chic is all the rage these days. Ask Alice," replied Emmett with his signature booming laugh, and I was instantly quelled. He seemed like the Emmett I knew, for a moment. We sat on the couch together, enjoying a quick bite of the donuts, but Emmett was even more nervous than he had been all week. I had seen him every single day and Monday had been his worst day. He was boiled over with anger from the entire situation and took it out on the unsuspecting contractors who were working in our new offices. There were a few changes that we requested be made before the furniture was delivered on Friday morning, and Emmett was relentless on everyone to get things done. Usually I played the part of the bad guy, but Emmett took control and had everyone cowering from him.

"Did you take Bella out for Valentine's?" asked Emmett curiously as he bit into a bear claw greedily and glanced up at me.

"Yeah, we went out Friday night and then hung out at my place for a while. I even showed her our offices yesterday," I replied casually as Emmett raised his eye brow in concern. "She thought your office was a lot nicer than mine by the way."

"You didn't fuck on my new desk did you?" asked Em incredulously as I rubbed my temple, shocked that he would ask something so stupid.

"Of course not dipshit. We were in the building for like five minutes, and anyways, my desk is nicer than yours. If we're going to have sex in the office, it will definitely be on my desk," I explained with a smirk as Emmett took a sip of his coffee. "Weren't you trying to stop swearing? I mean, Rosalie won't be pleased if you teach Logan any four letter words."

"I've been on my best behavior all week. Give me a few moments to slip up. I'll be fine around him," sighed Emmett as he shoved his feet up onto his coffee table to relax. We watched a little bit of TV, but since the football season was over, Emmett wasn't really interested in much. There was a NASCAR race on, but even that didn't hold his attention. I ended up shoving him into the shower almost an hour after I arrived, and laid on his couch for a while, trying to calm my own nerves. I was woken from my nap when my cell phone rang, it was my mother.

"Hi Mom," I said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"Did I wake you Edward? Its 10:30 in the morning, you should be awake by now."

"I just had a small nap on Emmett's couch while he's getting ready. We have an appointment together for work in a little bit," I lied casually to her. I felt horrible, especially since Emmett wanted to meet Logan first before telling my parents, but I knew it had to be done.

"Oh well, you boys sure are busy. I was actually just calling to see if you and Bella would like to come out for dinner next week?" asked Esme a little suspiciously.

"Um, I think it's a bit early to be inviting Bella and I anywhere as a couple, don't you think? We've only been out on two dates," I replied, hoping she would back off slightly. I wasn't ready to introduce Bella as my girlfriend, especially since we hadn't told Alice yet. Though, we had agreed yesterday to do it sooner than later.

"Sorry Edward, I am just excited you have someone in your life."

"It's fine mother, but don't make it more than it is. We're not getting married or anything like that. Hell, I've seen her three times in the past fourteen days. With work being as busy as it is, I'm kind of struggling right now to spend a considerable amount of time with her," I admitted sadly. I hated the fact that I had almost forgotten Valentine's Day and what we did end up doing was a lot more half-assed than I would have done had I not been so busy with setting up the new office.

"I'm sure things will work out. Say Hi to Emmett for me, and hopefully you two can come out to visit soon," sighed Esme as I offered up a quick 'okay' and rushed her off the phone. Emmett strolled out of his room a few minutes later, dressed fairly casually in jeans and a sweater.

"This looks alright, right?" he asked nervously as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.

"I doubt Logan will care how you look," I replied with a chuckle. "Unless you're trying to impress his mother?"

"No Edward, I'm not trying to impress Rosalie. I'm trying to look more mature, like a dad, without needing colorful knit sweaters like Bill Cosby. I'm not sure I could ever see Rosalie in a romantic way again, after this whole situation," he said nervously as he sat down beside me on the couch and looked at the TV.

"Whatever Em. I know you. Once you are over this whole 'she didn't tell me about my baby thing', you'll want her back. You always compared every other girl you dated to the perfection that was Rosalie Hale. She was always the one for you, and one day you'll see it," I said with a grin as I stood up from the couch. "Let's go. We have a fire truck to go and buy."

We headed towards the north side of town where Rosalie lived, and the moment we saw a toy store, we stopped and Emmett ran in to find something suitable for Logan. Unfortunately, he was in the store for way too long, and I ended up following after him. He was standing in the toy truck aisle, practically sweating with worry. "What the hell man, it's only a truck," I said fiercely as he looked up at me and gave me a death stare.

"It's not only a truck Edward. This is the first gift I will be giving my son, it has to be perfect."

"What about this one?" I asked curiously as I held up a large truck that operated on a remote control.

"That's for kids older than he is," sighed Emmett as I looked through the shelves, paying particular attention to the recommended age. I handed him another one, but he put it right back on the shelf, not even bothering to look at it.

"Okay, here's my last suggestion," I said in frustration as I handed him one more toy. It was a Lego fire truck that Emmett and Logan could build together. "He gets the fire truck, and you get some bonding time with him. It's a win-win." I looked down at my watch and noticed we only had fifteen minutes to get over to Rosalie's if we wanted to be on time.

"This will do," said Emmett as he gripped it tightly in his hands and brought it to the cashier. Thankfully, the roads we needed to take the rest of the way to Rosalie's were empty, and as we sat in the parking lot outside of her small apartment building, Emmett was frozen to his seat. "What do I say? Who do I say I am?"

"Just say you're Emmett. Don't overwhelm him. If he's as smart as everyone says he is, he'll probably recognize himself in you. Just act like he's a friend's kid. Play with him, talk to him, don't go overboard." Emmett simply nodded his head at my suggestions and finally gripped the door handle and opened it slowly.

I felt like I need to wrap my arm around his shoulder to keep him from falling over, but the moment we pressed the buzzer to get access into Rosalie's building, calm, cool and collected Emmett showed up. Thank god.

EMPOV

On the inside I was literally shaking with fear, but on the outside, I was certain I looked like I did in every business meeting I ever had; calm. I pressed the buzzer eagerly and when the door opened automatically, I felt nervous yet relieved. At least Rosalie still wanted us here. We took the elevator to the third floor and had no problem finding her apartment, number 304. Edward knocked, sensing my reluctance and gave me a soothing smile. I straightened up slightly, clutching the bag from the store in my sweaty hand. I could do this, I told myself as the door slowly opened and there stood Rosalie, looking as pretty as ever, even if I did hate her for what she had done.

"Good Morning boys," she said sweetly as she held the door open and Edward and I walked in. I couldn't help but notice her curves in her tight yoga pants and t-shirt. She was just as beautiful as I remembered her.

"Sorry we're a little late. It took all of Emmett's energy to get out of the car," laughed Edward as Rosalie grinned at him.

"Logan is watching the end of one of his shows. I'm sure he'll be out of his room in a moment," said Rosalie as she wandered into the kitchen and motioned for Edward and me to have a seat in the living room. I couldn't help by analyze almost every nook and cranny of her small, yet comfortable apartment. There was a pile of small toys in a box in the corner, as well as dozens of pictures everywhere of Logan when he was younger. I was immediately envious. "Here," said Rosalie as she handed me a large photo album. "These are some of the photos from when he was a baby."

I quickly opened the book and the first photo was a side shot of Rosalie, at least 8 months along, her shirt up underneath her breasts and her pregnant belly visible for the camera. I felt a quick pang of remorse for not being with her when she needed me most, and tried my best to hide it. I felt Edward pat my shoulder to reassure me and then went onto the next page, where there was a photo of Logan as a newborn in the bassinet at the hospital.

"Was he born in Ithaca?" I asked curiously as we scanned through the next page of photos.

"Yeah, he was born at Cayuga Medical Center on March 28th. I was really hoping not to have an April Fools baby, so I was relieved when he came a few days early," she remarked casually as she finished fixing up a tray of snacks and laid them on the coffee table in front of us. "He was six pounds, five ounces when he was born, and a little over 20 inches. Everyone said he was a little small, but I thought he was just right." Rosalie was beaming with pride as she spoke about him, and I was about to get defensive when I thought better of it. I was livid I had missed this time with him, but getting mad at her wasn't going to make it any better.

"He was adorable Rose," said Edward, trying to break the tension in the room. I scanned through the rest of the pictures intently, catching glimpses of both me and Carlisle in his images. There were pictures from his first birthday party, his first Christmas, and the first time he walked. It was heartbreaking. "Do you have any videos?"

"Sorry Edward, I don't. I have a few friends back in Ithaca that might though. I can always get in touch with them and see if they still have them," offered Rosalie sweetly as she sat in a chair across from us and glared at me in anticipation.

"Yes, please," I said sweetly as I finished the book and put it down on the table. The room was filled with awkward silence until we heard short footsteps coming towards the room, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Mommy, can I have some juice please?" asked Logan as he strolled into the room and sidled up to Rosalie the moment he saw Edward and I.

"Yes, you can have some juice, but first I want you to say hello to my friends Emmett and Edward," said Rosalie fiercely. Logan was caught a little off guard to find us in his living room, but seemed to be fairly calm as he walked over and offered me his hand first to shake.

"It's great to meet you Logan, I'm Emmett." He had a strong little grip in his hands, but smiled easily at me before he moved over to Edward, who seemed just as impressed with him as I had been. Rosalie was already back from the kitchen with a juice box for Logan when Edward had punched me on the shoulder and mouthed the word 'truck' to me. "Oh, Logan. Edward and I picked up something for you today."

"Really?" he asked, his voice teeming with excitement as I smiled back at him. He had my smile; there was no doubt about that.

"Yeah. That's alright, right Rosie?" I asked as I looked up at her nervously. She nodded her head in agreement and I handed Logan the small bag, which he opened enthusiastically.

"Awesome. Tony has one like this, but smaller. Thank you Emmett and Edward," he said kindly as he sat on the floor and immediately tried to open the box.

"Would you like some help?" I asked anxiously, unsure of his response, but he just nodded his head quickly and I practically leapt off the couch to join him on the floor. We spent the next half an hour trying to build the fire truck while Edward and Rosalie chatted aimlessly behind us. I heard a quick mention of Bella's name and Logan immediately perked up.

"Auntie Bella is my girlfriend," he said forcefully as he bent forward and tried to attach another piece.

"Really?" asked Edward from the couch, feigning surprise and laughing easily.

"Edward likes her too Logan, so look out. You might have trouble with him," I said with a laugh as Logan looked up at me all serious.

"No way. I'm going to marry her one day and then we'll kiss and do all the other things people do when they are wedded." All three of us laughed happily at his comments until I noticed Rosalie glaring at Edward for a moment.

"You and Bella?" she asked curiously as Edward simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of her question. "Does Alice know?"

"She knows enough. She gave Bella permission for us to go out, but we haven't had a chance to mention the date or any others to her," Edward admitted remorsefully. I knew he hated hiding these things from Alice, especially since they had been together for almost two months now, but it wasn't my place to interfere in his romantic life.

"I bet Auntie Bella likes me more than you Edward," giggled Logan as he handed me the ladder to put on the side of the truck.

"Oh really?" Edward challenged with a smile.

"Yes, she told me so. She let me call her my girlfriend."

"Yes, he's a flirt, just like his father," said Rosalie casually before she caught herself and covered her mouth. I glanced over at Logan, who didn't seem to notice the exchange between us, thankfully, but I just smiled tentatively at her and went back to the Lego. It was almost three hours later, after playing virtually every toy and video game with Logan that Edward and I decided to head home.

"It was great to see you Logan. I hope to see you again really soon, okay?" I asked anxiously, awaiting a response from either him or Rosalie. I was shocked when he came up to me and gave me a big hug, thanking me for the new toy and for playing with him today. I didn't want to push things too far too quickly, so I gently kissed his forehead, instead of telling him I was his father, which was what I was aching to do.

"It was fun Emmett. Next time, you and Edward should bring my girlfriend with you," he said with a nervous giggle as he gave Edward a small hug, which made him smile from ear to ear.

"Perhaps we can even hit a Mariners game when baseball season starts," suggested Edward with a hesitant smile to both Rosalie and I.

"That sounds great. I'm sure Logan will enjoy spending a lot of time with both of you," said Rosalie sweetly as Logan tugged on her shirt and she bent down to talk to him. He whispered something quietly in his ear and then she had him head to his bedroom for a moment.

"What's wrong?" asked Edward as we stood beside the door, about to leave.

"He wants to know why he looks like Emmett," Rosalie replied sadly as she looked over at me. It was obvious that Logan was smart as a whip, so I wasn't shocked that he figured out that we looked like fucking twins.

"Then tell him," I said forcefully, desperate for Logan to know our connection. "He likes me; you know I already worship him. What did you tell him about me before?"

"I told him that his father lived far away and was very busy," said Rosalie remorsefully as she hung her head low.

"At least you didn't say he was dead," laughed Edward awkwardly, doing a shitty job of breaking the tension this time.

"He knows something Rosalie, just tell him I'm his dad," I said a little too loudly as I noticed Logan shuffling towards us slowly from the hallway. His head peeked out from around the corner first; making sure it was okay to come in, as Rosalie motioned him forward with her hand. She was disappointed he had been eavesdropping, but I was relieved.

"You're my dad?" he asked in complete shock as his mouth hung open. I had no idea what to say to this, so I simply nodded my head while staring intently at Rosalie.

"And this is your uncle Edward. They are Aunt Alice's brothers," stammered Rosalie nervously as Logan moved away from her side and came a bit closer to us, as we stood nervously by the door.

"Sweet," said Logan cheerfully as he hugged us both again and then walked back towards Rosalie. "Can we go see the Seahawks one day too?" I just grinned easily and nodded my head as Rosalie ushered him back into his bedroom.

"See, he took it like a champ," I said with an enthusiastic grin, but Rosalie just shook her head. "I'd like him to meet my parents soon, if you are alright with that?"

"That's fine Emmett. What about next weekend?" suggested Rosalie calmly as I nodded my head. I had a week to tell my parents about Logan and arrange some sort of meeting.

"How about Saturday afternoon? I'll confirm with my parents and then let you know the specifics. You wouldn't mind if I called him later would you?"

"He's your son too Emmett. I'm fine with you calling. He goes to bed at eight thirty, so keep that in mind, okay?" Edward opened the door to guide us out and I nodded my head and give Rose a quick peck on the cheek, smiling brightly as we wandered down the hallway towards the elevator. Before we reached the open elevator, Rosalie was behind us clutching the photo album in her hands.

"This was for you. I already have copies," she said sweetly as she thrust the album into my hands and I kissed her cheek again, thanking her profusely for the wonderful gift, before she ran back into the apartment, closing the door tightly behind her.

"That was fucking awesome wasn't it?"