*DISCLAIMER* - Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight-related, not me. I just love it.

So I think this will be the last chapter of this story.

I've decided I'm much better at one-shots haha :)




It had been almost a month since it happened.

Everything felt wrong.

Nothing was the same anymore.

It was sort of like Bella had never come into our lives, apart from the fact that there was this awful tension between everyone in the family.

The look on Edward's face when he realised what had been going on…it still hadn't left my mind. There were screaming fights – I can't even remember how many. Between me and Edward, between me and Alice, between Edward and Alice, Edward, Bella and me, Rosalie and me…

Everything had come apart.

4 weeks later Edward still wasn't speaking to Bella or me. Neither was Rosalie of course. She had gone to stay with some friends up North, as far as I'd heard. Did I feel guilty about what I'd done to Rosalie? Of course I did. But what we had – it had been over for a long time.

When Edward found out, he made me feel like if it had been ANYBODY but me…he could have forgiven both of us. Edward didn't go with Rosalie, but he might as well have. We hadn't even looked at each other in weeks.

But I couldn't take not seeing Bella anymore. As awful as it was, what had happened…I was still very much in love with her. I couldn't pretend I wasn't. I wouldn't pretend. So a month after it happened, I went to her house to see her. Charlie was just leaving, and he told me she'd gone for a walk and that he was going to go find her before heading to work – where he was needed for some sort of emergency.

"You get to the station Chief Swan, I'll go find Bella and bring her home."

Charlie looked me up and down. It was true, he didn't know me very well. But I'd come by many times trying to see her…she wouldn't see me. Charlie nodded, and I started searching.

After half an hour I saw her – lying on the ground in a park, a drink in hand.


Very slowly she turned her head and looked up at me. She was sitting next to a bench in the small clearing, just near the road. Why the hell was she on the ground NEXT to a bench? I could smell alcohol on her.

"Oh nooo…please, not you…" she slurred. I sat down next to her.

"Bella are you drunk? What the fuck are you thinking, getting drunk in the woods alone at night? That isn't you…" I reached out and stroked her hair. I wanted to tell her how much I'd missed her.

She closed her eyes, and I thought maybe she'd passed out or fallen asleep…until she started talking.

"You know, there've been times…when I've opened my eyes at night…and thought I saw him standing by my bed, watching me sleep."

I was confused, until he realized she meant Edward.

"Just like before…like he used to. BUT by the time I wake up the next morning I can neeeeever be sure if it was a dream…or NOT. I reeeally hope it was a dream Mette…EmmETT."

I could barely make out what she was saying, she was so drunk.

"Bella, I know it's been a hard few weeks…seriously, I get that… but – "

"Oh dooooo you? Do you GET it?" her eyes were wide open again.

"Yeah, Bella… I've been having just as tough a time as you have. But the thing that's been hurting the most is how much I've missed you…"

Her face was unreadable as she looked into my eyes.

"Missed what…fucking me?"

"You know it was more than that."

Bella looked away from me – and when she looked back she had tears in her eyes.


I leant over and touched one of the tears that had started to run down her face. How could I have gone 4 whole weeks without being with her?! At that moment I couldn't imagine EVER being without her again.

And so I kissed her. I kissed that silly, depressed, drunk Bella and it was just as brilliant as it always was – even after all that had happened. She put her arms around me, dropping the bottle of alcohol and running her hands through my hair.

It was incredible, and I wanted to stay there with her forever – but after about a minute Bella suddenly pulled back and made a strange face at me.

Was something wrong? Did she want to stop?

Nope, it turned out she just wanted to throw up.

I quickly moved away from her, but looking down at my shirt, I could see she hadn't just made a mess of her clothes.

"Shit! Bella are you alright?"

Bella looked down at her own clothes, groaning.

"I'm so sorry Emmett…" tears were forming in her eyes again.

I couldn't help but laugh a little. Poor Bella.

"Why don't I take you home, yeah?"

Bella just nodded, and I helped her up – before walking her back to her house.

When we finally got there we made our way up to Bella's room, where Bella headed straight for the bed and slumped down on it.

"Bella, are you awake?"

"Yeahhhhh." she mumbled into the blankets.

I quickly took off my shirt and walked over to her,

"Here Bella, hand me your shirt – I'll find you another one."

Very slowly she lifted her shirt over her head and passed it to me. I figured she'd just go back to sleep and I would sit downstairs until Charlie got back…but when I put the shirts on a nearby chair and started looking through her clothes to find a shirt for her – she got up and stumbled over to the bathroom. I looked in to make sure she was okay, and saw that she was brushing her teeth – her toothbrush in one hand and a bottle of mouthwash in the other. I smiled – then continued looking for a shirt.

Finally I found a black singlet. That will do – I thought.

I headed over to the bathroom again, and stopped when I saw her… She was standing there just in a black bra and some denim shorts. She'd just been wiping her face with a wet cloth, then he she moved it to her neck, then her chest…

Suddenly she saw me in the mirror, and turned around.

"I…found a shirt." I mumbled, handing it to her. She walked back over to the bed, and – facing away from me – she made sure she shirt wasn't inside out, before she started to put it on. I couldn't stop myself anymore. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. Bella didn't even move – possibly because she had been expecting it. She turned around, and looked up at me – her beautiful body as close to mine as it could possibly be without actually touching me.

"I've missed you bella…" I said quietly. And I really meant it.

She didn't answer me at first – and he wondered how drunk she actually was. Had she even understood me?

I leant down to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"Emmett…we…we can't…" she whispered. But I could tell her heart wasn't in the protest. I leant down – this time my lips met hers. I kissed her slowly and gently, cupping her face in my hands. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, and how I never wanted to be apart from her again.

Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer to her. It felt so right. This was something that was always meant to happen. Something that had to happen. I walked over to her bedroom door and turned off the light, then took her hand…pulling her to the bed. We lay next to each other, on our sides, so that we were looking at each other. Bella looked extremely tired, like she would pass out any minute.

I reached over and ran my hand up and down her bare arm… then her stomach… her chest…

"Can I touch you, bella?" I whispered. She nodded, smiling at me – so I slipped one of my hands under her bra, touching her soft breast. At the same time, I kissed her neck. As great as the rougher sex with Bella was, I thought I liked that better. Just being with her, and touching her. I took off her bra slowly, and started running my tongue over her nipples. They became hard, and she started to moan. I gently pinched one of her hard nipples to see her reaction…

She moaned again, her eyes closing…

"That feels so good Emmett."

One of her legs wrapped around me, edging me closer to her. As I kissed her soft body her hand ran over my chest, then lower and lower. I was starting to get very hard – mostly because of the fact that her hand was at the front of my pants. She started to pull them down, fumbling a bit while she did it. I started to feel guilty… was I taking advantage of her? Did she actually want this anymore, or…?

She had completely taken off my pants and I was left in my boxers. Her hands started to move underneath them…which was when I stopped her. Her face was one of shock.

"Bella…are you sure we should do this?"

"Wh…what?" she looked absolutely crushed.

"It's just that you're REALLY drunk…are you sure you want this…after all that's happened?"

Bella started to cry – tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry, you KNOW it isn't that I don't want to Bella."

"It's not that…I just…"

"Just what?"

"I just love you so much Emmett. And when I'm with you – I feel like that's okay. It's okay to be in love with you. But when I think about what happened…how much your family must hate me… what they must think of me… I don't know. I'm an idiot. I think I'm crying because I'm happy, but I'm too drunk to even tell."

But I'd stop listening about halfway through what she had said. I put my hand to her cheek and looked into her eyes.

"You love me?"

Bella laughed, wiping her eyes.

"Yes Emmett, I really do."

I leant forward and kissed her.

"Then that's all I need to know. That's all we need."

She looked uncertain, reaching up to touch my hand.

"You love me Bella, and I love you, and right now I really just want to throw you onto the bed and – "

Her hand covered my mouth, interrupting me. I raised my eyebrow, trying to convey confusion.

"So do it…" she told me with a smile.

And so I did.