Summary: Emmett disagrees with his family, especially Edward,for leaving a heartbroken Bella behind after her birthday incident, so he decides to return and care for her.

" I wouldn't have left her like you did!"

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephanie Myer is the respective owner, I'm just fooling around with the characters.

Once he arrived in front of Bella's house, he clung her to his chest tighter as he positioned her over his shoulder. Her father wasn't home from the absence of his police cruiser, but it wasn't like he had a set of house keys handy. It was going to be a little tricky, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem even if his hands were pretty occupied.

He looked down at her sleeping form.

She was light after all.

And so, he jumped up into the air, high enough to reach the branch across from her window, and steadily braced himself for the next jump. As burly as he was, the branch wasn't going to hold for long. He jumped off then, and through the open window, landing on the bedroom floor light. He had made it without a doubt, and they were dry from the rain too.

He ran so fast on the way there that not a drop of water touched them, particularly Bella, he had made sure of that. He cradled her to his chest again as he walked over to her bed and leaned down to lay her against her covers. It was then that Emmett felt her stir again, and her eyes finally opened, even if they were half opened at first.

" Go back to sleep Bella,"

" I can't," He snorted at the stubborn brunette.

" And why not?" She sat up a little, causing Emmett to lean back and stand up straight. She raked a hand through her hair and looked around the room, the only light illuminating it from the full moon outside her window, shivering a little. Emmett could hear a slight rumble of thunder. It was far, but would be approaching soon.

" You brought me back home," She said, realization in her tone.

He nodded. " Your old man would have been worried. It's not like the old days remember? No more stay overs at the Cullens' "

Then she turned to him, as she sat upright in her bed, blinking a little.

" Can you...lay with me?"

It was Emmett's turn to blink. " What?"

" I mean.. c-can you lay with me, at least until.. I fall asleep again," She asked again, but this time she looked away, clearly embarrassed. Emmett was pretty surprised himself, but he tried not to let that show and instead cracked her an amused smile. But inside.. inside he didn't know what to think about it, especially since just an hour or so ago he had been with Rosalie, discussing his feelings for her.

" You sure you want to be cuddling with an icicle? It's already storming outside," He could see her blush then, which made him smile even more and made her look away again.

" I-I really don't... mind it," She insisted shyly, and Emmett chuckled. She shivered again and he turned away from her and towards the open window that rustled the sheer curtains as the wind blew.

" You always keep your window open?" He asked as he grabbed onto the frame and gently pressed it down. When she didn't answer, he turned around and gave her a look.

" That's just asking for a cold, or even some creep to have access to your house, not including me of course," He added with a grin, and he could see a small tug of her lips as well, and she shook her head.

" I guess I've had it open for so long I've gotten completely used to it. I had reasons for it before.. but now, I... just don't know. A habit I guess,"

He had a pretty good guess why. He had been aware of Edward's pop up visits through her window every day that she was there, and every night while she slept. He was the definition of a creeper, an old pedophile if you will. I mean come on, watching your girlfriend sleep every night isn't really what you would call romantic. In fact, it's actually pretty disturbing, your singer or not.

He snorted at the thought, which made Bella call out to him, curious. He shook his head lightly.

" Nothing, just keep it closed from now on. Unless you know me and Rosalie are coming over or something alright? And keep it locked, it's dangerous and useless otherwise," He told her sternly as he walked over to her bed, and cracked a smile.

" Now move over,"

She moved herself over a little, while getting under the covers to make room for him. He took off his shoes and gently sat on the bed before laying against the pillows on his back, and shifted a little to get comfortable. When he noticed she had been shivering again, even under the covers he offered for her to come closer.

" I thought you didn't mind being near me," He reminded.

" I-I don't.. it's just.. I-"

" I won't bite, I promise. Now come on," He said with a smile, and she moved closer. He could feel her head lean against his bicep as she settled next to him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, resting there. He could feel her tense, even hear the sound of her heartbeat picking up a little, but she didn't move. In fact, she almost seemed to be comfortable, laying there like that.

And was he? He felt the warmness of her skin pressing against his cold form, and in all honestly, nothing ever felt so good.

She was just so warm, and that made him draw her closer. She gasped a little but made no notion to draw back or pull away.

This was the closest he had ever been to Bella Swan, and he couldn't help but want to feel.. more of it.

"Cold?" He asked.

" No," She replied, and she almost seemed to be surprised about it herself.

He felt her shudder a little under touch, his other hand had been resting on his own chest, and he silently counted how fast her heart had been pounding right then, and it was incredibly fast.

" Hey, relax." He muttered, his eyes closing as he relished in the warmness radiating from her body. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before, and it may have been wrong, but he couldn't help it. Maybe is what it was like to be holding a human so close, or more so, Bella. He could hear her swallow, and he exhaled a long breath as her head rested against his chest now. Slowly, her heartbeat eventually returned to its normal pace, and he chuckled in response.

" Were you always this shy?" He asked teasingly. " Or is it just me?"

" I'm sorry, it's just-"

" You don't have to answer that. It's okay. This is a first for the both of us right? I would expect you to be nervous, but that makes me all the more amused at the fact that you were the one that asked me to do this in first place,"

When she didn't respond to that, he added just for kicks," It's actually pretty cute,"

He looked down at her to see her blushing, and he chuckled.

He wasn't lying, and to her he may have been trying to tease her like had been all those times before. That was just his forte.

But that didn't mean he couldn't be serious once in a while. And right then, it was hard not to be.

He was holding the girl he had inadvertently fallen in love with.

" You know, I talked to Rosalie after you fell asleep earlier. She says you're pretty amazing," Knowing Rosalie didn't like to admit her feelings like that to anyone, she would totally kick his ass if she found out what he said right then. But he knew it had been true, and he figured she deserved to know, after all she had been afraid of her earlier.

" R-Really?," She paused, her tone surprised, and he nodded reassuringly. " I guess I could say the same for her. I really have underestimated her, and I feel really bad for thinking so badly of her all this time. She really is a great person,"

" Don't sweat it. You're not the only one. Unless you're close to her you could never really know that, you know? She's just one of those people,"

" Emmett?" She asked then, and he couldn't but feel shudder a little as he heard his name on her lips. He cursed a little in his mind, since when did he shudder, at anything? It just sounded so soft.. and-

" Oh uh, what?" He asked, interrupting the awkward thoughts going through his brain.

" What was your life like before all of this? Before you joined Carlisle and became a Cullen?"

It wasn't a long stretch, Emmett realized. Rosalie probably told her her own life story and she was equally as curious about his. To be complete honest, some of his past was a bit blurry even to him. When you've been a vampire for so long, you start to forget things, but for some, like Rosalie, memory isn't really a problem.

" You'll be sleep before I'm done. You sure you don't want to talk about something else?"

" I've been wondering for a while actually,"

He sighed. " Alright, but since I'm not really good at story-telling, why don't you ask me some questions and I'll try my best to answer them instead?,"

" That's not exactly what I mean't by that," She replied stubbornly, and he arched his brow.

" You want to know more about me or what?"

She huffed. "Okay.. um.. where were you born, and when?"

" Let's see... Gatlinburg, Tennessee, 1915,"

" So you used to have an accent, like Jasper." She noted, and he nodded, grinning. " I would think so, at least I think I did. Back then, you couldn't have been a Southern native and not have an accent to go with it. So yeah. Maybe I'll even take you there someday," He added with a wink as he looked down at Bella, who rolled her eyes a little even though there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

" Next question. What were your parents like?" He laughed at how forward her voice sounded as she lay there. She seemed to be getting comfortable around him the more they were around each other. And he didn't mind it one bit, in fact, it felt pretty nice. He was looking forward to seeing more of this assertive Bella.

" My parents.. I don't really remember much about them. Sorry."

" Does that ever frustrate you?"

That had been a first.

In truth, he didn't really know how to answer that one. He hadn't been expecting it, after all she had been the first to ask him.

As much as Rosalie cared for him, even she hadn't asked him that.

" Sometimes it did, I guess you could say that. But after a while to be honest, they sort of..just..faded from my memory. That's what happen when you've been a vampire for so long. Your memory of your life as a human eventually goes away, well for some at least. I'll admit, I always have wondered about them, but it's only gone as far as that,"

" That's terrible,"

" Yeah well," He said with a sigh. " There's nothing I can do about that is there?"

She was quiet for a few beats before she spoke again. " Rosalie.. she told me she found you nearly dying when she changed you. Do you remember anything at all about that day?"

But then she added. " But if you don't want to talk about it I unde-"

"Bella, please, you're interrupting," He cut her off playfully, earning a look from her . He ignored it.

" Well," He started, thinking back a little. " I remember I was supposed to go hiking that day in the forest. With some friends I think, but for some reason I was left alone. Next thing I know, I'm being mauled on by this bear, probably because I taunted it. Knowing me, I never exactly cower under anything. But back then, at that moment, I have to admit, I had never been so terrified in my life,"

"I was twenty, and my life was flashing before my eyes, I remember that much. It hurt all over... I felt terrible, and I was losing a lot of blood. It hurt so bad I was trembling. And just when I thought this bear was going to finish me off, it's being lifted off of me, and Rosalie appeared,"

" I guess that's one thing you could never forget. How you died before you were changed," He said thoughtfully.

He lifted up his left arm and turned the palm of his hand to face him. There was a faint, but dark slash there, made visible under the moonlight shining through the window as the storm slowly began to clear over. It was the only scar that seemed to remain from that day, the others, disappeared along with his transformation.

" May I?" Bella asked, and Emmett nodded, unexpectedly. He felt her hand wrap around the back of his and another shudder went through him, and she pulled her hand away a little.

" Did I hurt you?" She asked worriedly. She felt that huh?

" Nah," He replied with a chuckle. She brought her hand to his again, but this time she traced her finger over the scar. Even her light touch was starting to drive him crazy, but he had to restrain himself. He had lasted this long while being this close, he could let his hormones pass over. Still, she wasn't exactly making it easy for him to think otherwise.

Suddenly, she gasped and pulled her hand away, and he looked down, concerned. But most of all, a little upset that she had stopped.

"What's wrong?" She sat up a little, staring into his eyes. They were sad, concerned and thoughtful all at once, and he wasn't so sure what she was going to to say next.

He mimicked her movements and sat up a little too, propping his head against the palm of his hand, his elbow resting against the pillow.

" How do you.. feel.. about me?"

" I thought you were going to sleep,"

" You're ignoring the question,"

"You're out of questions about me already?" He retorted.

"Emmett," She pressed.

If he could blush right now, he totally would be. Good thing he couldn't. It would definitely contradict the masculinity he took pride in.

Well there was no getting around this one was there?

He brought himself closer, to tease her. " How do you think I feel?"

Startled, she replied. " W-Why are you making this so difficult?"

" Why would you like to know?" He pursued, moving closer. He flashed a grin, enough to make her blush again.

" I... I just- Rosalie insisted... that... you.." She trailed off, this time she swallowed. But before she could look away he brought his fingers to her chin and forced her gently to look at him. He searched her eyes as he brought her face closer, and they were wide. He stared down at her lips, and they were soft, pink and trembling. Damn him and his hormones. He shouldn't have been doing this.

Her heart was racing in her chest then, but she didn't pull away.

And neither did he.

His lips met hers gently, and instantly he was hit with an overwhelming feeling of warmth and lust. He pressed down and deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around her, and soon enough.. he felt her kissing back. A soft moan was all it took to keep him going, and he scraped her lower lip gently with his teeth as their lips moved in an endless, slow dance.

She returned his kisses slowly. They almost felt needy, despite her pace, but he wasn't complaining. Her breathing was ragged during those few short moments and he felt her arms wrap around his neck. Her hands went from around his neck and into his hair to draw him closer, and in turn, a soft growl erupted from his throat. He had never been so turned on in his life, and he wanted more of it, more of her warm skin, her warm lips on his.

His friend attached to the lower half of his body, also agreed.

He rolled over until she was on her back, gently straddling her as their kisses continued. His thumb traced her cheek gently, relishing the softness of her skin, and she moaned again. As much as he wanted to even shove his tongue in her mouth, to taste her, he restrained himself. But when she pulled him closer, the former thought seemed to fade from his conscious, and he used his other hand to grip her thigh, pressing her against him.

Unfortunately though, he had to pull away. She needed to breathe, after all, she was human. Even she seemed to forget as her eyes fluttered open when he stopped and hovered over her, and she stared at him quietly, her breathing ragged. But she didn't speak, only stared. And what else could he do? He could hardly believe what he had insinuated.

Still, he found himself whispering this time. Clear enough for Bella to hear, even though she seemed to be in a trance.

And at that moment, he couldn't care less what everyone else, aside from Rosalie, thought about it.

And it wouldn't faze him in the slightest if Edward ever found out either.

He would want the world to know.

" Yes...I'm in love with you... Bella Swan,"

Author's Note: Do I have to say much, except that I am absolutely in love with this chapter? See what I did there? :)

I felt so girlish and giddy writing that last part, and I was so excited I could hardly contain my joy!

Well, what did you guys think? I know I said this chapter would be in Bella's point of view and everything, but I decided to make it Emmett's to make up for his lack of appearance and perspective when he was gone those couple of days, and because I love him so much!

I can't believe how well this story is doing! And it's all thanks to you guys! You really are amazing!

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