I really hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I had no clue what I expected for this but I want more Bemmett stories-I feel like they're an overlooked couple. The next few chapters are going to be leaps of the years but I'll try to put as much in as possible-I have plans for the future of Bella and Emmett in this story.

1930, Sunday June 5th—-

I woke to the sound of cows mooing in the distance. I had forgotten to close my window last night leaving a cooler temperature in my room. I sighed and stood to close and latched the one next to my bed. I looked around my room that was moderately sized. A small bookshelf sat on the opposite side of my room facing my bed, next to it was a wooden armchair with green faux silk fabric with a large purple woolen blanket. My room also consisted of a small wardrobe and a few plants to make the area lively.

I lifted my arms and stretched them above my head as far as I could to loosen my joints. My hair fell in thick waves behind me, almost touching my behind as I lifted my head backwards. The braid from yesterday made them especially wavy. I hadn't known they came apart in my sleep. I had changed from my trousers to my nightgown after my bath.

Looking outside it had to have been just before 7 in the morning. The hands should be coming in soon. I decided to start getting ready. The odd feeling of butterflies filled my stomach at the thought of meeting Emmett McCarthy. He's supposed to be here by 8. What did Charles mean when he called him large? Was he tall? Was he kind? I boggled my mind as I gathered a new set of trousers and button up top. I wore brown yesterday but today, I'm choosing to wear a plain white top and red overalls. (I meant to call her clothes overalls since back then-that was more accepted for women to wear compared to actual trousers). I bathed quickly and brushed my teeth-also thankful for toothpaste being a thing. I dressed eagerly and pulled on a fresh pair of stockings before heading down.

Charles was more likely getting things together for me to show Emmett where he would work. He usually gets up before me to make sure the dogs are ok.

I started in the kitchen frying eggs and freshly cut ham. I took out a glass bottle of lemonade and grabbed three glass cups-the extra one being for Emmett. While the food cooked I poured out glasses and prepared the dishes to be loaded. Last minute, after finishing the fried eggs and ham, I made a few pancakes from scratch for extra nutrients for Emmett. Showing hospitality is important for a new guest.

As I was flipping the last one, Charles came in. He held his old hunting rifle in his right hand and was closing the door with the left. His face was relaxed meaning nothing and no one was harmed last night. We hardly have anyone try to disturb our farm life except the occasional wolf. The farm dogs are bred large so they could handle one fine.

"Good morning dad,'' I say as I move the stack of pancakes to the dining room with one hand and a large mix of half fried egg, half fried ham plate in the other. I moved quickly while holding plates with freshly cooked food. I waved my hands once they were down and moved our cups last.

"Good morning. Fred is a little lazy today," Fred is our large hog. He normally loves to greet dad in the morning because he gets an apple since the other hogs slept in. But Fred? He likes to rise with the sun. Him and all of his fat glory.

"Does he seem ill?" I ask, looking at Charles intently. He lost one of his favorite horses a couple years back. Poor thing was sick with an oddly high fever in winter. We still don't know what caused the death but I always liked to think it was old age. He was pretty old.

"Nah, I think the morning heat is just starting to come and he's a bit tired. You know how he gets when it's hot out." Dad says as he makes his way to the dining room, keeping on his farm boots. I watched begrudgingly as he walked past me and into the kitchen to get to his intended destination.

"Dad." I whined. He turned and looked at me with a questioning look, then followed my eyes as I glanced down in a 'really?' fashion. He smiles apologetically and removes his boots half way through the kitchen and drops them off by the door.

"Sorry, Bella." Charles kisses my head and walks to the dining room. Women have to worry more about keeping the home clean and since mom was the one that did that and isn't here now, it was my job I sighed and grabbed the mop pale. I guess breakfast was going to have to wait a few minutes. I put a bit of soap before adding water from the sink. Once I got it on the floor I started to quickly mop the floor hoping I would get the place clean fast enough for Emmett to come to the clean home of his school mate.

A knock came to the door as I was dumping the water. Charles kindly got up to answer from his seat at the table. It only took me a few minutes to clean the mud since it was fresh. I put the mop back in the corner of the kitchen where other cleaning items lived neatly.

"Mr. Swan. Thank you for this opportunity and for letting me into your home.' A slightly deep voice boomed from the front door. It was a voice I hadn't heard before. It was definitely one from a younger man than Charles but deep enough to pass and an adult in a way.

"Oh, Emmett-no need for all of that. Come in. My daughter was kind enough to make extra breakfast. If you're hungry you can join us." Charles sounds like he is shuffling over to allow someone to walk past him. Why would he tell them I cooked? Why not just say they're breakfast on the table. I couldn't stop myself from hoping Emmet wasn't hungry.

"Wow, I would love some breakfast. It smells amazing." The voice boomed again. It was loud enough to be authoritative but it just sounded welcoming and playful. I was tempted to see this guy.

"This way-oh and shoes off. She just had to clean up my muddy mess." Charles whispers to the boy as the door is closing. I hear more shuffling and small talk as they make their way to the kitchen. I blush and try to make myself busy catching myself in my eavesdropping fest. I decided to wash my hands mindlessly in the sink as they enter the kitchen. My long hair blocked my peripheral view.

"Oh, there she is," Charles says loudly. I wince and blush harder. I turn slowly to say hello and hopefully not make a fool of myself. I looked from Charles to one of the cutest boys I had ever seen in my life. Soft blue eyes met mine and a dimpled smile radiated nothing but light from this stranger's face. Curly short hair covered his head, his body was filled out more than a teenage boy could possibly be and he was pretty tall. He was so proportional considering his build.

"You must be Emmett." I spoke thickly. My acceptance came out strong but over a soft voice. Did I develop a crush?

"Hi Bella," Emmett responds, looking as starstruck as I felt. "Yes, I'm Emmett. Charles told me so much about you when I applied. He let me know you'd be showing me around. Thank you." He seemed to be itching to make a move. We stayed planted but it felt like we were leaning towards each other.

"Now that you guys are acquainted, we can eat." Charles interrupted the bubble forming between me and Emmett, it almost engulfed us. I agreed, with Charles and marched towards the dining room past them and took my seat at the table. Emmett sat across from while Charles sat at my right and Emmett's left. I loaded my plate carefully and forced myself to eat despite the war of butterflies in my stomach fighting to touch my chest.

"So, Bella. What is it that you do?" Emmett started. I glanced at him trying to understand the question. Didn't Charles explain to him what work we'd be sharing?

"I tend to the chickens and pick their eggs. I also milk the cows and recently I have been letting out our horses to exercise." I shyly responded. I had hardly touched my food whereas Emmett was going for seconds. The pancakes were gone, same for the ham. All because of his large appetite. To be fair, he's the size of a bull.

"Cool. Do you have your own personal horse?" He asked. In a way the horses were personally mine since they live on my farm but I could tell the wording of the question to not sound like he's just forcing conversation. He was leaning in and seemed very curious.

"Uh, yeah," I swallow a piece of ham. The salty but sweet flavoring due to the syrup mingled on my tongue. "Her name is star." I'm making eye contact with him and he seems simply interested in what I have to say, even while eating his food. His eyes held mine, with humor and curiosity shining through them.

"I hope I get to meet her." Emmett says that with what seems to carry more of an intent of meeting life beyond my personal horse. We talked for a while until it was close to 8:30. We were a little past the time I was supposed to start working on the farm. Emmett and I found ourselves walking towards the chicken coop. Charles left to deal with pricing offers for our product to customers.

"Oh, and her name is shelly. She's really nice," I talk about the chickens to Emmett while also showing him what to do. "Don't touch Dale, he's sensitive and lazy. I didn't hear him roosting this morning but that usually means he's been prioritizing staring at the eggs." I open the ;watch on the hens door, warning Emmett to step back. The door opens and the hens fly straight out inevitably slapping me with their wings a couple of times.

"Are they always ths\is exited?" Emmett asked with a light smile on his face. The sun made his short curls pop with hints of deep red. His blue eyes were trained on the clucking hens while he fed them their meal. The roosters-Dale included-joined happily.

"Yeah-it's harder taming them by myself since I have to feed them and grab their eggs. They just end up chasing me." I huff. Blush as he watches me talk. He was indeed large for a teenager-lean but had enough meat covered by muscle. I'd just caught myself trailing my sight down his neck, to his arms and then his chest. I wonder if he has abs.

"Well, I'm glad I can help." He continues feeding the chickens, training his eyes back on them.

I tried to shake the butterflies but they were persistent. The fact that I cared about what he looked like underneath his striped blue and white button up scared me. I never liked any other boys. I've had a few approach me and tell me they thought I was pretty but that's as far as it went because I would blush and walk away. For some reason I wanted to hear Emmett call me pretty, though. I wanted to get to know him.

"Ok," I carried the medium sized basket in both hands full of eggs. I always left a couple to be hatched. We loved chicks on the farm and half of the ones that hatched months ago are already almost adults. I counted about 27 eggs- we had enough to split and add to our inventory for selling and home use. "All done. We can let them stretch their legs for a bit-we have to walk this back home." I began walking towards Emmett who easily carried the bag of chicken meal like it was as light as a feather. When I try to move it, I turn purple and almost pass out.

"Let me take that." He reaches out and without my permission, takes the basket also making them look like they weighed nothing. Before pulling away his arm brushed mine. A shiver ran down my spine and caused excited (non-sexual their kids..) to run into my stomach. The kind of heat you feel when you're happy to see your crush. At least that's what I think it feels like.

We both stared at each other. His eyes were happy but calm with a hint of surprise. Hadn't realized how close he got to me to grab the eggs but he smelled amazing. He smelled simply of soap. My hands dropped and I looked away.

"This way." My voice cracked. All thoughts of saying no to him carrying the eggs left my mind.

1pm

All morning, Emmett and I worked the farm and even helped the farm hands. We got done a lot earlier than expected. Maple, one of our cows is pregnant so we got a little less milk than we would like to have gotten so sales will be short. Apart from that, the day went smoothly. Emmett helped move around a few bales of hay and even met Star. They took to another amazingly. We got to know each other more, we sat on the fences and watched the cows graze and sleep. His favorite colors are all warm tones. Makes sense-he was warm in so many ways. Comfortable. He doesn't have any fam=rm animals but he has a dog named Gus. He's a German shepherd. He has no siblings but apparently has lots of friends at school. It's odd how I've never noticed him.

"I never see you around school." Emmett brings up. He picks a tall piece of gran and starts picking it balanced himself so perfectly on the rails using just his toned, now soiled but blue farming trousers. They were paired well with a pair of black farm boots.

"I keep to myself. I guess I never saw you because I avoid crowds. My circle is pretty small." I stated. I had only two friends in school-Jinny and Grace. They were both also book worms but were more social than I was. They even have their own boyfriends and are creepily waiting for me to get mine.

"Fair. My crowd is pretty loud. We're all pretty nice though." He carries on. "It's a shame, though. Had I known we had gone to the same school I would've said hi. You're hard to miss." He looks back at me with those perfect blue crystals. He spoke with such a deep voice but everything came ever so softly from his full lips. Man, this boy is perfect. He was also out of my league. I'm so plain and he shines brighter than any diamond I've ever seen.

"I'm pretty easy to miss. You're just being nice." I held eye contact. Everything felt too right. It was scary.

"No way. I mean-look at you!" Emmett says loudly and then catches himself realizing what he'd said. "I mean, you're pretty…not that that is the only reason why I would have noticed you. You're really nice and you haven't noticed, you've made me laugh the whole time I've been here." He states-I did crack a few friendly retorts but that was in means of defense when he would see my trip and laugh. Nothing I did had humorous intent but he seemed to be able to laugh and I would follow.

"And you're too…smiley." I joke. A smirk started to spread across my lips.

"Smiley?" He repeats with a dimpled smile.

"Yeah, you smile a lot. It's nice though." I added a small compliment in the end like he did for me. Not that I see what he sees.

We talked a little longer until it was time he decided to head home. We ate apples for lunch but his mom would be cooking dinner soon and so should I for myself and Charles.

His day passed uneventfully. Charles asked how I felt about Emmett and with a heavy attempt of fighting the blush that spread across my face. I let him know that Emmett was fun to be around and that it was nice having someone my age around. He helped a lot and made work a whole lot faster. Charles acknowledged my statements and we finished our evening.

At the end of the night, I found myself staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was wet from when I bathed. I braided it so it could be just as nice and wavy as today. My green eyes looked more brown due to the lack of light. The moon pales my skin compared to the sun but I like how my dark hair stuck out in comparison. I touched my lips wondering what Emmett's would feel like on them, Stop. I put my hand down. The fact that I'm fantasizing about a boy I had just met was so odd. It made no sense. Is it because these are newer feelings and I'm an adolescent?

I brushed off my thoughts and looked away from my reddened face. I turned off my light and fell asleep staring at the moon through my window.

I've likely made changes to Charlie and Jacobs' names along with Billy. (It made no sense to reincarnate them from the past as well). I knew I wanted Bella to have a best friend in this lifetime I just wasn't sure what to name him also-I know I set this 100 years into the past but when Emmett is in the current twilight story, he's 90 years in vampire years so this story is set 90 years into the past-not that it matters.