Bella's POV
My time with heaven was shorten by the yelling and snapping of the paparazzis. Annoyed, I stood up, pointing and wagging my middle finger at them. I grabbed my things and headed to the attic.
I need a secret place where no one will disturb me.
Poking my head outside the door, I saw the empty hallways. Grinning, I crept slowly to his study. " Dad?" I asked. " Come in, Bella." he said and I walked in slowly and popped in his chair opposite his big table which will be perfect for our Uni's dean.
" What do you want, Bella?" he asked, putting his newspaper down. I by my lip and blurted out." a tree house." " A tree house?" he asked, unsure and I nodded. His confuse face broke into a big smile. " Of course. Lets go" he smiled and ushered me. " Now?" I asked.
" Yeah. Let's go." he grinned and we walked to the garage. " I heard what happened to you and Edward." he said quietly as we reached it. My smile fell into the pits where I buried it with ashes. " Yeah?" I asked, grimacing. " I know he loves you." he said simply and picked up some wood boards. His phone rang in a terrifying shrill. He picked it up and sighed, talking swiftly. " Sorry, baby girl. I need to go." he ruffled my hair. " Yeah go. The world needs you." I smiled and shooed him away. " Emmet knew architect." he told me before hopping in his car.
Sighing, I flipped open my phone and dialed his number.
" Em? Meet me in the garage." I said simply and hung up before he could talk nonsenses. Sitting on one of Rosalie's tyre, I waited for him. Gazing around, I saw his Volvo and my face turned into hell's depression. Why did he cheat on me? Did he cheat on me for all these years?
" Yo Bella!" a gruffly voice yelled and I turned around, smiling. " Hey Em. Can you help me build a tree house?" I asked directly. " Sure! Only if you buy me the new combo mario cart!" he grinned. I rolled my eyes. Typical Emmet. " Yeah, come on, " I patted a tyre beside me. He pulled out a long paper beside a cabinet and we begun drawing the space and shell of the house, measuring how ,uh wood we need.
" 30 will be enough. A box of nails. Grab my tool box." he said and fishing his keys up. We loaded his jeep with wood boards and things. " Which tree you want?" he asked, driving around the forest. " um... That one? The big branch one." I pointed and we took a big turn beside it. " Okay! Let's get to work! " Emmet let me saw the woods while he saw some long branches. I hummed my new song while working and I noticed he smiled too. " Finished." I yelled and held my head up high. He's two yards higher then me. Wow. " Emmet! I finished sawing! " I yelled. I saw his head poked out and grinned. Quickly but carefully, he climbed down and stuck his arms behind his hips. " Good! Now, I found a perfect branch to hold your tree. Let's go check it out." he grabbed my hand and slowly with his guide, I reached the higher middle of the tree where my tree house will be. " Thanks Emmet." I hold the trunk tightly. He smiled at me and told me to check out the view. It's amazing, sunset and sunrise here will be beautiful. I smiled wider and we climbed down slowly and we begun, I handed Emmet some woods in a big basket before he climbed up again. I handed him the tools and everything he wanted as he worked up and I down. We had fun and he would trick me into singing.
" You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say,
I'm talking loud, not saying much..." I ended up giggling before I could finish singing because Emmet sang with me. I didn't look like someone who just fought with her husband. I'm wicked.
" Tonight, we own the night... " Emmet started and I continued. It's like a riff off.
" I took Edward to the club." he suddenly said after the third song was finished. I stopped sawing. " And?" I asked. " We drank. A lot. Then, three hookers came. You know, hook us. We were hooked. We wanted fun. Edward whined a lot, a whiny asshole. We dragged him to the club to shit him up."

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