Author's Note:

Be patient, loves, I need to edit the rest of the chapters.

The next few days were a whirlwind. Nonstop performances and meetings with the label.

I had finally gotten the chance to do so errands when I decided to call.

"Edward, I tried to reach you three times. What's going on?" I asked as I made my way out of the building.

"You've reached Edward. Leave a message." The voicemail said.

"Okay. Uh…Hi. So I posted one of the tracks from my Oceanside Alt-Fest show, the one that I played for you on Spotify, and it got picked up for the Road Trip playlist, and now it has over two hundred thousand plays. Edward, the song you may or may not have influenced has literally gone viral! That's it. Bye, muse." I said before hanging up and jumping around excitedly as I did.

"Whoo! Yeah!" A man screamed, catching my attention.

"Hi, sir!" I called, smiling widely.

"Lovely day, right?" He called.

"Yeah." I said, as I opened the car and got in. "It's a great day today." I added, as I got in the car.

"God bless you!" He called.

"God bless you too!" I called back as I closed the door and left.

That night we performed at Waylon's.

The bar was filled to the brim.

The feeling of people surrounding us, cheering us on was rushing.

It was great, we got to perform four songs.

"You guys know the words." I said with a surprised laugh.

"Waylon, we want a Friday night slot, you think we can get that?" I asked with another laugh.

He put his thumb up in the air as he turned to serve the customers around the bar.

Garrett opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate our new found success as we sat there on the tables and bar after closing.

I was about to take a sip when my cell phone began to ring.

"To the Loyal!" Kate said, taking a drink.

"We are famous!" Jane cheered.

"Garrett." I said as Kate asked for a shot.

"Oh my god, Bee, your phone is blowing up." Jane said, reaching for it before throwing it onto the table for me.

"What?" I asked, frowning.

"Of course, it is." Kate said with a laugh.

My brow furrowed as I checked the kissed calls. "Germany?" I whispered as it began to ring again.

I stood up quickly, "Sorry, guys, I've got to— I've got to take this." I said as I made my way in the direction of the bathroom.

"Who is it?" Jane called.

"I don't know." I told her as I walked away. "Just five minutes, okay?" I told her.

"Better be a record deal." Kate called.

I walked into the bathroom, sliding my finger across the screen, before lifting it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes. Is this Isabella Swan?" The man asked.

"Yes." I replied with a frown.

"Yes, ma'am, this is Captain Alister McCain, Rear Detachment Commander for the 1st Battalion, 1st Marines." He explained.

The blood drained from my face. No. This could not be happening!

"Ma'am, I'm calling because your husband has been wounded in action. He's going to be transferred from Germany to the Naval Medical Center in San Diego." He informed.

I felt a knit form in my throat, struggling to remain calm as I found my voice.

"Is he— Is he okay?" I asked.

"His leg was injured during an IED detonation. He is currently undergoing surgery." He informed me.

"No, this isn't happening." I whispered.

"Sorry, but I'm having a hard time understanding you." He said.

I hung up and rushed out of the bar, grabbing my bag before heading to the house.

As I got there I rushed in and searched for the paper he had given me a few months ago.

"Where is it?" I asked, as I yanked the drawer out of the small table and emptied out the contents in the table.

It wasn't here.

Where the hell could it—? My bag.

I proceeded to look for it, empty again.

Fuck!! Where was that stupid paper??!!

Finding no other option I searched through my phone and looked up the name.

Emmett.

What has the last name? Fuck. What was the damn last name?

Emmett Cullen!

I found one and found the address located in Carlsbad, CA.

Got it!

I quickly grabbed my bag and made my way to the car.

I drove all night, and made my way to a yellow house with a white picket fence.

Without hesitation I rush up the stairs and knock frantically.

A tall man, built like a fucking linebacker opens the door, frowning as an older man appears.

"May we help you?" The older man asks, with a frown.

"Yes, I'm — I'm looking for Emmett — Emmett Cullen." I said staring in between both men.

The young man stepped forward, pushed past the screen door and stepped outside as the older one stared at us suspiciously.

"You found him." He said.

"I— I'm looking for Edward's brother." I told him. "It's important." I told him.

He nodded, pointing at himself with the thumb. "That would be me. How may I help you?" He asked.

"I'm— I'm… I'm here to talk—" I began when the older man interrupted.

"Stop. Cut the shit. What do you want? Is Edward in jail? He owe you money? What?" He asked me.

I sighed trying to control my anger as Emmett frowned.

'Edward. Think of Edward…' I told myself.

"Edward was wounded in combat. Sir. He's in Iraq. Or was in Iraq." I finally told them.

Emmett's eyes widened. "He— Is he okay? What happened?" He asked me.

"He deployed a couple of months ago." I told them.

The older gentleman walked closer. "Hang on. I didn't even know he had enlisted." He told me.

Emmett ignored him and kept his eyes on me. "How bad is he?" He asked me.

"I haven't seen him. The Marines called me last night, and they said that…that his leg had been shattered, uh, by some kind of IED." I told them.

"Ah, Jesus." The older man whispered.

"And that he would be here in a couple of days. I'm sorry." I whisper.

"Why'd they call you?" The older man asked.

I looked down and took a deep breath. "I'm his wife." I told them, as I lifted up my hand to show him my rings. "Surprise." I added not meeting their eyes.

"What? He didn't even tell us he was dating, let alone married. How'd— How'd that happen?" He asked me.

"That's not important right now. Edward's health is." I told them meeting Emmett's eyes.

He nodded. "I'm sorry. You're right. Come on in." He said moving aside to allow me into the house.

Emmett led us inside before gesturing for me to sit down. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked.

"Water… please." I said.

He nodded disappearing into the other room before walking in with a tall, blonde woman and a little boy with black curls.

"This is my wife, Rosalie, and my son, Henry. Rose, Henry, this is— I'm sorry I didn't get your name." He said apologetically as he handed me a water bottle.

"Bella." I whispered, as I twisted the bottle and took a long sip.

Rose smiled and nodded before sitting down next to me. "How far along are you?" She asked.

I frowned, "I'm not pregnant." I whispered.

She gave me an apologetic look before looking away embarrassed.

"So, when will he be in?" The older man asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon." I whispered.

They all nodded, "We'll be there. Thank you for telling us." The older man said.

I nodded before standing up and leaving.

I drove straight to Alice's house, practically knocking her off her feet as I rushed towards her.

"I've got her. Go close the door of her car and grab her things. Tanya, order take out, we're going to need each other for the next few nights." She said, as she led me inside.

After I calmed down enough, Alice informed me that the guys were doing patrol when an IED was detonated.

I also noticed Claire wasn't here.

"Where's — Where's Claire?" I asked thickly.

"Bella, her husband and brother didn't make it. They're making preparations to bring them back here." Lauren said, swallowing thickly.

I gasp left my lips as I felt a sob escape as we hugged each other.

"It'll be okay. We'll be okay." She said as we held each other tighter.

We spent the rest of the night trying to get updates.

So far, all we knew was that Jasper had gotten a concussion and his left arm had been shattered from shoulder to wrist.

Tyler was paralyzed from the waist down after getting a spinal injury. Jacob had lost part of his right arm. And Edward had shattered his leg.

Nothing more nothing less.