Chapter 33

Carlisle could tell Emmett wanted to say something, but he didn't want to pry. Emmett was rarely quiet, and didn't even reach for the radio to put on some hard rock song that Carlisle would have probably hated. That was how their rides to work typically went when they worked the same shift.

"Something on your mind?" Carlisle finally asked.

Emmett turned his head from his abnormally long stare out the passenger window. He shrugged, searching for how to start. "I just think it'd be kind of cool to have a kid, too, you know? Rose has been talking about it more and more."

Carlisle nodded, "I know. She's spoken to Esme a few times."

"Yeah. I mean, what do you think? I want to give this to her like nothing else. She wants to be a mom. It's what she was created to be."

Carlisle had never seen Emmett this serious about anything. His stare was unmoving, and he waited eagerly for an answer.

"Emmett, I think you two should do whatever it is that will make you happy."

"But do you think it's physically possible... again?"

He thought for a moment, "I suppose it is. Why wouldn't it be?"

Emmett shrugged, "I don't know. What if it it was only meant for you and Esme?"

"I don't think so," Carlisle told him, glancing over for a second, "Billy explained a lot when we visited him, and from what I can get from it, things really do just need to fall into place perfectly and fate just needs to run it's course."

"Do you think it would be, you know, not the time or place to talk to Billy about it tonight at the party?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't be offended. I think he likes the fact that we're interested in their culture."

"I want to give Rosalie a baby, Carlisle. I want her to be happy."

"She's happy with you Emmett," Carlisle reassured him, "But I know what you mean. I think it's worth a shot."

"Do you think we'd have a problem with the Volturi again?"

He shook his head, "I don't believe so. We could probably keep it from them, but once they see how Masen grows up and continues to prove to be no threat to our kind, it'll no longer be the unknown, and their fears on the situation will subside."

Emmett nodded.

"I'd like to see it happen to the two of you. I just hope you won't get down if you don't strike gold on the first shot."

He shook his head, "I'm pretty resiliant. It's Rose you'd have to worry about with that."

"Well, talk to Billy and find out any other information that you can."

"Thanks."

Carlisle put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't get down. You have a while to test the theory. We're not going anywhere."

"Yeah, I know. You're right. No rush," Emmett turned on the radio at a low level, and Carlisle could tell his mood was shifting back to normal, "Thanks pops." He flipped through the stations and left it on a random hard alternative song that Carlisle didn't know.

"Just don't get my son addicted to this kind of music," he laughed.

"No promises," Emmett sang out loud, half heartedly taunting Carlisle with the lyrics, "You know you like it."

He laughed, "No. I really don't."