Okay, so I lied. I had the final two chapters written, and then I decided that I ended it much too abruptly and it wouldn't be nice for my more curious readers. So there will be more than two chapters left. I'm not sure how many, but less than five. Hopefully.

Chapter Fifteen: "The Choice" Bella's POV

"Hey, guys!" Rosalie said brightly as she met us at the door that night. "Dinner is almost ready. Emerson, do you want me to leave cheese off your burger?"

"I don't care," he said briskly. "Where is Emmett?"

Rose stifled a giggle. "He's in the living room, sweetie."

Emerson tore into the house and started running toward the living room. "Emmett!" he called. "I'm here!"

"I have no idea what to do with my little Casanova," I admitted to Rose as I entered her house and shed my coat. "I'm getting jealous already."

"Let's go eavesdrop," she winked. "Come on."

We took another path to her bedroom, which was close to the living room. We could hear everything that was going on in the next room.

"What's the deal, Superman?" Emmett asked him.

"I'm having girl problems," Emerson confessed. "I need your advice."

Emmett coughed, obviously hiding his chuckle. "Okay, you've come to the right place. Call me the love guru."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "He wishes."

"Shh," I hissed.

"Okay, love guru," my son said seriously. "I'm in love…"

"That's great," Emmett replied. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"With two women," he finished.

My best friend and I exchanged a glance. This was news to me.

"Alright, you're a player!" Emmett exclaimed. Rosalie snorted, but I wanted to kick her boyfriend's butt. I did not want my son to be a "player" like his father was.

"What's a player?" Emerson queried, the innocence I loved so much shining through. I thanked my lucky stars.

"Never mind," the man backtracked. "So, who are the lucky girls?"

My baby let out a long sigh. "Uh, well Emmy, obviously…"

"She's gorgeous," Emmett approved. "Good job, man."

"And Aunt Rosalie," he added in a whisper.

There was a beat of silence in the living room. Suddenly Rose and I were in silent giggles. We tried to contain them, but this whole scene was just so darn adorable.

Emmett let out a small laugh, and I could just picture Emerson crossing his arms and glaring. "Emmett, I'm being serious," he said sternly.

"I know," Emmett replied. "I'm sorry, little man. Uh, so what's the problem?"

"Well, I have to choose one to be my girlfriend," Emerson explained like Emmett was the kindergartener in this situation. "And I can't decide which one to choose."

"This is so cute," Rosalie whispered to me. "Why am I not recording this?"

I simply nudged her. It was indeed cute, but I was jealous. I couldn't help it. It was like Edward with Emmy.

"Okay," Emmett said slowly. "Well…which one do you like more?"

"Oh, no, Emmett," my son replied in a solemn tone. "This isn't a like situation. This is a love situation."

"My bad," Emmett immediately said. "Which one do you love more?"

"I don't know," Emerson admitted. "How can I tell?"

"Uh…" Emmett was obviously deep in thought. "Who do you like to hang out with more?"

"I love to play with Emmy, but I love to play with Aunt Rosalie, too," Emerson replied. "It's a tie."

"Alrighty…" Emmett sighed. "Which one do you have more in common with?"

"Hmm." Emerson paused. "Well, Emmy is in kindergarten and loves dinosaurs…but Aunt Rosalie has all of the Batman movies on DVD. We sometimes have Batman days, just the two of us when Mommy has to work on Saturday."

"Great foundation for a relationship," I muttered, earning a wink from Rose.

Emmett snickered. "Alright, buddy. How do you feel when you're around Emmy?"

"I don't know…fine, I guess? I love to play with her and it makes me really excited when she teaches me something new about dinosaurs."

"But you don't feel…dizzy, or something?"

I could just picture Emmett scratching his head as he searched for the appropriate words for this situation.

"No," Emerson admitted. "I just have fun with her."

"Okay, so how do you feel around Aunt Rosalie?"

Emerson let out a long sigh. "I feel…like I'm floating. Like I'm in a hot air balloon...and my heart goes dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum. Because she is so pretty."

Rosalie's face lit up. She giggled before sticking her lip out at me. "Bella, he is the sweetest kid alive. I think I'm waiting until he's eighteen and then I'm marrying him. Will you be my mother-in-law?"

I playfully smacked her in the head and turned my attention back to my little charmer.

"Well," Emmett was saying, "it sounds like you need to be with Aunt Rosalie."

"I think you're right," Emerson agreed quietly. "Aunt Rosalie and I have been together ever since I can remember, anyway. But how do I tell Emmy? I know she is in love with me."

"Let her down easy, little man," Emmett suggested. "A woman's heart breaks really easily."

"Okay," Emerson sighed. "I'll have to think about it. Thanks, Emmett."

"No problem, kiddo. I'm always here for you. I know it's not cool to talk to your mama about some of this stuff."

My heart swelled with gratitude toward Emmett. I was so glad Emerson finally had a male influence in his life. "He's great, Rose," I whispered to her.

"Both of my men are," she agreed with true emotion in her voice.

But Emerson's voice caught our attention. "Oh, Emmett? Does it bother you that I'm Aunt Rosalie's boyfriend?"

"Not at all. You had her first," Emmett said cheerfully. I was happy he could play along with my son's childish whims.

"Good," Emerson said snappily. "Not that your approval would matter anyway."

Rosalie and I started laughing again. I suddenly heard noises that only meant Emmett had somehow tackled Emerson and was probably hurling him onto the couch.

"We better go back to the kitchen," I mumbled. Rose nodded and we sneakily slipped down the hall. She was pulling a cookie sheet full of French fries out of the oven when Emmett joined us, Emerson on his shoulders.

"I made you a plain hamburger, just like you like it, boyfriend," Rosalie said, staring at Emerson with adoring eyes. She definitely was a second mother to him.

"Thanks, baby," my son replied, and we couldn't hold in the giggles any more. The adults all laughed. Emerson was apparently very proud of his unintentional joke.

"You're welcome, baby," Rose winked at him.

Emerson was in a considerably brighter mood when we went home that night. I tucked him into bed with a kiss and a bedtime story. I didn't have any text messages from Edward, which was disappointing. As I curled up in my bed, I fired this message to him:

Is it creepy that I miss you already?

His reply was almost instantaneous:

If it's creepy, then we can be creepers together. I wish I had you to hold in my arms tonight.

I smiled as I thought of our steamy night in the barn loft. It was true that I wished we could have another night like that tonight. I hadn't been physical with a man in five years. I truly missed it. I sort of felt like Edna Pontellier experiencing an awakening-at least where sex was concerned. I sent back:

So you're saying that you miss me and really want to kiss me?

That's exactly what I'm saying, sweet girl. Come toss a pebble at my window. It's your turn.

I giggled and replied with:

Sorry, I'm spending the night with a very handsome, very jealous man. I don't think you want to mess with him.

You're probably right. I'm about to have to kiss my redhead good night, anyway. I'm mentally sending kisses your way.

I'm mentally accepting them, Edward. Good night, sleep tight!

Good night. Sleep sweet and dream sweeter.

I sighed happily and rolled over to turn my lamp out. I had very good dreams that night.

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