If the Boughs Break, Blood Will Flow

Chapter Fifteen ~ Blood History

Chapter Fifteen

Blood History

"Damn, Bella, you have a shit pile of clothes," Emmett groaned, as he carried another large box labeled clothing into the bedroom.

"You can blame Rose and Alice," Bella said, carefully folding her t-shirts and stacking them in piles by colors. She didn't know why she was placing them in the drawers since she can't fit into them. "Though Rose has three times the amount of clothes and you don't even want to know how many pairs of shoes."

"Fuck," Emmett moaned. It had only been a couple of weeks since he had met Rose, and during that time she was constantly on his mind. She was unlike any woman he had ever met. Hell, they hadn't even had sex yet and it wasn't because she said no, it was him. Looking over to his soon to be sister-in-law, his mind couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to have Rose round with his child.

"Emmett, Emmett, EMMETT," Bella yelled, waving her hand towards him.

"What?" He jumped.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked.

"Ahh, well," Emmett hemmed, his cheeks turned pink.

"Come over here and sit beside me," Bella encouraged, patting a place beside her on the bed.

He came over and sat down, keeping his head down.

"Now, tell me what is going on in the brain of yours that has you looking so serious," she requested, placing her hand on his knee.

"Rose," he whispered.

"I figured. Are you two having issues?" Bella asked.

"No, the complete opposite. Everything is perfect, though I am worried that she will hate me when she finds out that I have been keeping the family secret from her," he replied.

"So you are serious about her?" Bella questioned, hoping that was the case. Rose was like a sister to her and as she got to know Emmett better, she knew that he would treat Rose like a jewel.

"It is too soon," he murmured as he looked up.

"Can I ask you a question?" Bella said.

"Haven't you already been doing that?" He chuckled with a small smile.

Bella raised her eyebrow at him and gave him a stern look.

Holding up his hands in surrender. "Damn, you already have your upset mother's face," he observed. It was the one he had seen many times from his own mother.

"Really?" Bella chirped happily.

"Yes. If I were your child, I would know I was in trouble."

"Alright. My question is this. Do you think you could walk away right now and know that one day some other man will be holding her in his arms?" Bella asked.

Emmett thought for a moment. How would he feel if he walked into a restaurant and saw his beautiful Rosalie in the arms of another man? Could he stand by and watch as she looked lovingly into that man's eyes? Would he be able just to walk away and let her go? Gripping his hair and wondering why this was so painful to think about. In the past, he had always been after one night stands, never wanting or needing anything more. Needed. That was it, he needed Rosalie to make his life complete. "No," he muttered, reaching over and pulling Bella into his massive arms. "I am so fucking happy that my brother knocked you up."

Bella giggled over what Emmett had said. Yeah, she had been knocked up, though there was no doubt that even without being pregnant, she and Edward would be together.