Here is the update for Saturday. Please keep in mind we do not write cheater fics. We are totally HEA h00rz and E&B all the way.

Once again SPOILER ALERT - unless you actually read the lemon do not assume it, even when other characters may assume it themselves.

Chapter 4

The next morning I wake up still feeling ashamed of what I did last night. Heading in the shower and trying to wash the dirty feeling away. After cleaning up and getting dressed, I join Emmet in the kitchen.

Neither of us speaks as I get my breakfast out and sit at the table with Emmett. The entire time I'm eating I can feel his eyes on me though.

"What?" I finally ask feeling as if he can see what I did last night like it's written on my face.

"Your lip looks busted," he comments.

I automatically raise my hand to my lip and it stings from the touch.

"I must have bitten it while I was sleeping," I lie feeling guilty about it right away.

Emmett hums and looks down at his breakfast. "So, Dad, what are your thoughts on Bella?" Emmett asks, slyly looking my way.

"She seems nice, but she should be dressing better now the cold weather's coming in."

"She looks hot," Emmett says cheerfully.

"There is more to life for a girl than being hot."

Emmett just gives me one of his looks. "Yeah, like being great in bed?"

I roll my eyes at him. "No, son, like being nice, kind, wanting to go places, having ethics."

Emmett smirks but nods at me. "Bella is all of that and more."

I just hum to him in reply. "Okay, I need to go to work, but I should be home at five."

"I have football practice tonight, so I should be home by then, too. If Bella's here and I'm not, will you let her in, please?"

I sigh but nod at him. "Of course. Have a good day at school," I say handing him a ten for lunch.

~*MSG*~

I'm working away when Rose walks in sitting on the other side of my desk chomping away as she eats a bag of chips.

I glare her making her chew louder.

"Can you close your mouth when you eat, Rose?"

"My mouth is closed," she says while crushing the chips with her teeth.

I stop what I'm doing and look at her.

"The guy I was dating was a no-go, so we're back on for our wedding. I'm thinking an August wedding, so we hopefully will have some sunshine."

I close my eyes and place a fake smile on my face.

"Rose, you can't go three months without seeing a guy. I'm sure the next one will be the one, if not the one after that. Lastly, even if they're not, I could meet someone."

Rose laughs out sarcastically, only stopping when she chokes a little on the mouth full of chips she was chewing.

"You on a date," she cackles. "Do you even remember how; it's been what … ten years?"

"Three; even if I don't find a girl, we're still not getting married."

Rose shakes her head at me. "You asked, I accepted; it's a signed and sealed contract. The only way out of it is if either of us are in a relationship. You could take me to court if you like, but I'm sure the judge would side with me."

I pinch my nose and look at her. "Go to lunch, Rose," I demand wanting her out of my office now.

"I'm just seeing if you feel like taking me to SI; I've heard some great reports on it."

"No, I want to go home early tonight," I mutter looking back down at my paperwork.

"What's she like – Bella?"

I look back up at Rose and sigh a little. "Not sure, but she seemed to be fake last night."

"Maybe she just wanted you to like her?"

I shake my head. "I think it's more than that, but since she's coming over again today, I'm sure I'll see the true her soon enough."

Rose nods. "You could always bring her to our next game night, and let Alice and me figure her out. After all, we were right about Bree."

I nod at her as she walks out the office door.

I'm glad when I am done with my workload and I'm able to leave just after four. I pull up to the house seeing a large, dusty, red truck parked in the driveway. I look at my watch seeing it's only half past four.

I get out of my car walking to the truck slowly. I peek in the window and see Bella lying down on the seat. She's covered with a blanket and is reading a book. I knock on the window and she leaps up smacking her head against the steering wheel. I quickly open the door to help her.

"Jesus, girl, what's with you about getting hurt around me?" I ask as I slide in taking a hold of her hand and removing it from her head.

"I could ask you what you've got about creeping up on me, and scaring the heebeegeebees out of me."

I chuckle as I rub the redness that's already turning into a lump.

Bella sighs. "I'm accident prone; like I should be wrapped in bubble wrap all the time. I'm surprised Emmett hasn't told you all about my many accidents at school."

I shake my head at her. "Come on, we need to get an ice pack on your head." I move out of the truck and Bella follows me, only to stumble a little.

"Is there a medical problem that causes your clumsiness?" I ask without thinking.

"No, and it's not usually this bad, just ..." Bella trails off.

I wait for a few seconds but she doesn't say anything else. Inside the house, I direct her to the living room, while I get the ice pack. Walking into the living room with the ice pack and a hand towel, I smile at her. After wrapping the towel over the pack, I place it gently on her head.

"I must tell you, I find the fact of you being a cheerleader hard to believe. You just don't seem to be of the same standards as most cheerleaders, I've met." I tell her surely someone this clumsily would be getting hurt all the time.

Bella's eyes flash with hurt and she dips her head. "Gym is a nightmare. Mrs. Harvey said that for my own safety I didn't need to take it now since I was a senior, but principal Newton said I did—gym or cheerleading. I think he knew something like me being a cheerleader was impossible," Bella stops closing her eyes. "Emmett was all for me trying out, said he was behind me, and he would help me train. I think he was just worried about how upset I was over what Newton said. But like you said, I'm not cheerleading material. So, I had to start going back to gym, but at least Emmett's there with me now. He makes it a little easier and he's better at stopping my accidents before they happen."

There's a large part of me that's pissed to hear Newton is forcing her to take gym, but my mind seems to stay focused on the fact she's not a cheerleader.

"You're not a cheerleader?" I blurt out my inner thoughts.

"God, no," Bella says wiggling a little in her seat. "I do not think it would be fair to them to be straddled with someone like me."

I push the hair that fell in her face out of her eyes frowning at her words.

"What about the rest of your classes, are you doing okay?" I ask softly not liking the sadness in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm keeping my grades up. I have always gotten great grades."

I smile, liking that she seems smart. "What about college; have you started to think about which one you'd like to attend?"

"Yes and no; I mean, I'm not sure if I will be going."

I look at her, but before I can ask anything else, Emmett walks in.

"Dad, Bel ..." he says trailing off making me realize just how close I'm sitting next to Bella.

I slide back a little as he starts to talk again. "What happened this time?" he says softly kneeling in front of her running his hand over her face.

I feel my heart drop as Emmett looks at Bella with more love than I've ever seen him look at any girl with.

"I'm okay," Bella says to him giving me a forced smile. "How was practice?"

"It was good, but are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, your dad looked after me."

Emmett smiles, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Come on then," he says pulling her up.

"Call us when dinner's ready," Emmett says as he picks a giggling Bella up, carrying her out the room.

I move to the kitchen to make dinner, but my mind keeps wandering, and right now it seems to be more focused on what my son is up to with Bella.

When dinner is in the oven, I head upstairs to get changed.

"Fuck ... it's so fucking hard. It's never been like this before," Emmett mutters.

"Harder, Emmett," Bella squeaks out, her voice straining.

I close my eyes as my hands roll into fists.

"I can't last much longer," Emmett says panting.

"Yes you will, come on, almost there," Bella strains again.

I feel my heart crashing as I'm hit with pain. I want to move away, and not hear any more, but my legs will not move.

"Oh God, I knew you could do it!" Bella yells

"That was amazing, the fucking best," Emmett pants out.

'She's not yours, she's your son's girlfriend' I repeat to myself as I walk quickly to my room.

I get changed and mope back down the stairs. I'm a little stunned when I see Bella's wiggling ass at the oven.

I feel the heat rise in me as my cock comes alive. He was asleep when she was getting fucked by my son, but now he's lively.

I clear my throat and she jumps, but thankfully doesn't get hurt.

"Hi, I was just checking on dinner, it smells great," she says sweetly, but all I can focus on is the red flush on her face. Suddenly the rage is back in me, and I'm not sure why.

"What do your parents think about you spending so much time here with Emmett?"

Bella shrugs. "They didn't say one way or another, but I'm sure they don't mind."

I hum, I may not know this girl well, but I know she's lying.

I walk to her and start on the salad. "Was Emmett on his best behavior when he met your parents?" I ask passing Bella the onion to cut up.

"They haven't met him yet," Bella's voice drops and I turn looking at her as she cuts up the onion.

"Why not?" I ask, knowing my voice is a lot harsher than need be.

"They work ... out of town. My dad's a truck driver; he's only home one week every three months. My mom works two jobs in the city; she's home mainly on her weekends off."

I close my eyes feeling like an asshole.

"As soon as my dad's home, he'll meet Emmett, and Emmett's behavior is always fine around me. I'm sure my dad will love him."

I look to Bella knowing I need to apologize. Before I can, she yells out in pain. My eyes flash to her hand as she holds it.

"Fuck," I say pulling her to my chest and over to the sink. "Sweetheart, let go," I say softly looking in her eyes.

She sobs gently as I look at the cut. I wince as I see it, knowing she'll need stitches.

"This needs to be dealt with at the ER," I tell her.

"I know – can you bandage it so I can drive there?"

I pull back from her; I know I've been behaving like a dickhead, but I wouldn't let her drive herself.

"It's okay, Bella, I can take you."

Bella turns her head looking at me.

"I could be there for a while, stay here have dinner with Emmett."

I shake my head at her. "I'm taking you – end of story. If you give me your parents' cell numbers, I'll call them."

"No," Bella stops talking and bites her lip, "I'll call them. Can you get Emmett to stay here? We have a test tomorrow he's worried about it. I'm sure he'll do fine, but he should study."

I nod at her.

"Get your things, and I'll tell him what's going on."

I switch off the oven and run up the stairs. I knock and enter Emmett's room to find him on his bed in only his shorts.

"Bella cut her hand; I'm taking her to the ER. Dinner's in the oven and it's ready. I'll let you know how she is when I get back."

Emmett just looks at me. "Shouldn't I come with?" he asks clearly confused over what to do, but I have this desire inside of me to be the one to look after Bella.

"No, I'll stay with her, don't worry. You have a test tomorrow so eat, study and relax," I say walking out of his room.

I feel guilty knowing I was more pushing Emmett to stay, because I felt the overwhelming need to look after Bella myself, and didn't want to fight him over it.

I get back down stairs to see Bella looking panicky.

"Did you call them?" I ask and she bobs her head, and again I get the feeling she's lying to me.

Before I can question her more she sways and I move her into my arms.

"I don't feel so good," she mutters out and then groans.

"Okay, sweetheart, I've got you." I guide her to my car, strapping her in before running around to my own door.

A/N: So I hope if you're freaking out, you have read the authors note and spoiler note above and in the first chapter. We are very excited to hear your thoughts on things. We're not surprised that one or two of you have figured out where we're taking this already. How do you think things will go at the ER? What are your theories on Bella not wanting to bother her parents? Edward is rather perplexed about her not being a cheerleader after all ... what do you think is going on?