AN: Many thanks to HMonster4, AccioBourbon and TheHeartOfLife for hosting the 30 Days of Emmett and allowing me to be a part of it!
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August 13, 2005
The sun beat down, warming my skin, as I sat on our front porch steps in the muggy Chicago air. Yawning, I looked at my watch again and wondered where the hell Ed was. When I had offered to babysit his kid for him, I didn't know it would be at the ball crack of dawn. Okay, maybe it wasn't that early, but thanks to my classes, I wasn't used to being awake before noon anymore.
"Finally," I muttered as my brother's silver Volvo pulled up in front of the house. He hadn't even turned off the car, before the little ball of energy was flying into my arms.
"Unca Em!" Jack shouted, right in my ear. Wincing, I pulled away and managed a smile for the tyke.
"Hey, Squirt. Ready to spend the day with Uncle Em?"
He nodded enthusiastically, his green eyes bright with happiness. Edward jogged up the path and dropped the kid's backpack next to us on the stairs.
"Thank you so much, Emmett. Victoria had a meeting today, and I couldn't get out of work. Mom said she'd be back around four."
I nodded. "It's cool, bro. Jack will be fine."
Ed smiled and squatted down in front of us and ruffled Jack's hair. "Be good for Uncle Em, okay son?"
Squirt nodded and grinned, his reddish brown hair flopping into his eyes.
"Okay, Daddy! I luh you!"
Ed kissed the top of his head and replied, "I love you, too, Jack."
He stood up and headed back for his car. "Thanks again, Em!" he shouted as he pulled away and Jack and I waved goodbye.
"So, what should we do now, Squirt?"
Jack tapped his chin in thought, comically. His eyes lit up and he started to bounce on my lap.
"Ugh, kid, watch the family jewels!" I muttered as I barely escaped a toddler knee to my nuts.
"Let's swim, like Nemo! Pease? Pease? Pease?"
He batted those big eyes at me, and I could help but smile. "Sure, kid, let's see if Grandma left out your kiddie pool."
As we made our way through the living room, Jack pulled on my jeans.
"What's up, kiddo?"
"Did MeMe make chocwate puddin?" he asked, gazing up at me with a hopeful look in his eyes.
"Uh, lemme check."
After making a pit-stop to check the fridge and finding no pudding, I figured a trip to the store wouldn't hurt. I picked the munchkin up under one arm and grabbed the keys to my Jeep with the other. I stood the giggling child on the ground next to the Jeep and opened the door. He peered inside before turning back to me with a confused look.
"What?" I asked cluelessly.
I scratched my head and pointed inside. "Uh, yeah, those are called seats, kid."
Jack shook his head and walked over to Mom's SUV.
"No, Unca Em. Jack's seat!" he exclaimed pointing at the driver's side passenger window. Curiosity took hold, and I peered into the back seat.
"Shit," I whispered under my breath as I came face to face with a gray and black car seat.
"Uh oh! I gonna tell MeMe that you said bad word, Unca Em!" Jack said in a sing-song voice.
"Huh, well, how about we make a deal, munchkin?"
He looked up at me questioningly. "What kinda deal?"
Two hours later, the two of us were squishing and splashing around in a plastic pool full of chocolate pudding. When Jack first suggested it in the grocery store, I had my doubts. But sitting here now in my swim trunks, it was worth the $200 that I paid out. Suddenly, a screech from the house sent icy chills down my spine.
"EMMETT MCCARTY CULLEN! What in the HELL are you doing out there?"
I looked up to see my mother standing with her hand on her hips. If this had been a cartoon, steam would have been rolling out of her ears.
"MeMe!" Jack called, hopping up and rushing towards his grandmother.
Esme held up a hand to halt his progress. "Oh no, no, no! You are not touching me nor stepping foot into my house like that!"
She glared at me and waved her arm at the mess of brown goo. "What is that? Please, for your sake don't tell me mud, Emmett."
I shrugged and gave her my cutest smile. The one that my girl Rose always sighs over. "Nah, it's pudding, Ma."
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. Bending down, she ran a finger down Jack's cheek and tasted. "Mmmm, that's good, isn't it, Sweetie?"
Jack fell to his butt and started giggling. Esme stood straight and sighed. "Let me get the hose."
May 13, 2006
Quickly downing the shot that my cousin handed to me, I winced as the Jose Cuervo burned a trail down my gullet.
Tre laughed and slapped my back. "Take it like a man, Emmett."
I turned around in my seat and looked out across the dance floor of Temptation, a nightclub in downtown Chicago. Graduation was next week, and I wanted to wait until then to celebrate my birthday, but the Martin brothers were having none of that. Al nudged my shoulder, and I looked over at him. His glasses were pushed up to the top of his head and his blue eyes were glassy.
"Emmy ish finelly a man!" he slurred as he swung his arm around my shoulders.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I don't know where you've been, but I've been a man for a while."
I easily outweighed the pair by a hundred pounds of pure muscle and towered over them by a few inches, more so in Alistair's case. He was small in stature, but easily made up for it in intellect. The man was practically a genius.
"Yesh," Al continued, "but you don't toin 21 every day, y'know."
I nodded in agreement and looked down at the beer in my hands. This wasn't how I pictured my first time at a bar would be. I always thought that it would be a fun event, with my father and brother along for the ride, but that wasn't the case. The past eight months had almost destroyed my family. Everyone had been throwing themselves into their various jobs in order to stifle the overwhelming sense of loss that surrounded us.
Even after he'd moved back home with us six weeks ago, I had barely seen my brother. Not a day has gone by when I hadn't thought of my nephew and I couldn't begin to imagine what Edward was going through. The day that I came home from class and Mom told me the news would be forever branded into my memory.
September 28, 2005
"MOM! I'm home," I shouted as I let the door slam shut behind me. As soon as I saw her rushing towards me with tears streaming down her face, I knew something was wrong. I reached out and cupped her face.
"Mom? What's wrong? What happened? Is Dad okay? Edward?" I started to ask frantically.
She let out a sob and collapsed against my chest. "No, baby, they're fine. It's Jack."
My heart started to pound. "No, Ma, not Squirt. He's only been gone less than two weeks! What happened?"
She blinked out a whole new set of tears. "He's missing, Emmett. He disappeared from a park. Edward is booking a flight for the two of us to Phoenix immediately."
"What? I'm coming, too! What about Dad?"
She shook her head. "Your father has surgeries scheduled, but he's rescheduled the rest and will meet us down there in a few days. You, my dear boy, need to stay here. You graduate this year and you need to stay focused. Having you down there worrying with us won't accomplish anything, honey. Jack will be fine, I know it."
My heart ached and I wanted to put up a fight about going, but then Edward came down the stairs and I lost my will to argue and rushed over to him. He hugged me back tightly and I felt him shaking like a leaf.
"Thanks, Em," he whispered.
"No problem, Ed. Squirt's a fireball, he'll be fine."
"I hope so, Em," he choked out in a voice hoarse from crying.
As I watched them drive off two hours later, I prayed to God that it was true and that Jack would be waiting when they landed in Phoenix.
Demetri handed me another beer and sat back down on the stool next to me.
"So, what are going to be doing with that fancy Engineering diploma that you're getting, cousin?"
I shrugged and smiled slightly as I thought about the single bright spot in my life. Rosalie.
"Rose and I are going to open our own business. Customizing and designing cars. She majored in Art and minored in Mechanical Engineering."
I reached into my pocket and wrapped my hand around the small black box that was nestled there safely. If losing Jack from my life had taught me anything, it was that time was short and life came with no guarantees. After we graduated, I was going to ask Rose to marry me. I figured that she'd either say yes or kick me in the nuts. I was really hoping for the former. I swallowed the last of my beer and motioned for another.
Three hours and a full bottle of tequila later, I was a step below wasted. I waved to my sloshed cousins before unlocking the front door. I felt bad for that cab driver. I really hoped that Tre didn't puke in the guy's car.
The huge house was eerily quiet. Edward had driven up with my parents to visit my mom's family. I still had no clue how I got out of that trip. Grandma was awesome, but she was a little on the bonkers side.
I trudged my way up the stairs and kicked off my sneakers before flopping down on the bed. I picked up my stereo remote and hit play. As Seether blasted through the speakers, I wondered if the universe was playing tricks on me.
I wanted you to know, that I love the way you laugh.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
I picked up my phone and shot a text off to Rosalie.
'R U busy?'
'No, just finished some laundry. What's up?'
'Hvng a bad nght. Cum over?'
'Give me twenty'
I sighed and tossed the phone onto my night table. I closed my eyes and ran my hands roughly through my hair as the music washed over me.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
You've gone away
You don't feel me here... anymore
I sat up and looked directly across the room to where an 8x10 photo of Jack sat upon my dresser. He was smiling widely, showing off all of his teeth. His face had dirt smudged across one cheek and leaves in his hair. The picture had been taken right after last Thanksgiving's football game. Dad and Edward had teamed up against me and Squirt. Between my bulk and Jack's ability to run between their legs, we had easily won the match. I rubbed my chest, trying to alleviate the ache that was residing there.
The worst is over now and we can breathe again.
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away.
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
Fuck that. The worst wasn't over yet. We had to live with his loss every damned day. My breaking point felt closer and closer to overwhelming me. My eyes stung with tears and I hastily wiped them away, after placing the photo back in its place. Figuring that I had time to wash off the smell of smoke and liquor off of me before Rosie got here, I stripped off my clothes, setting the ring box carefully in my nightstand drawer, and stepped into the shower. The hot water pounded against my back and rolled my neck muscles, trying to loosen them up.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open.
And I don't feel like I am strong enough.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome.
And I don't feel right when you're gone.
You've gone away, you don't feel me here anymore.
I wondered if Jack was alive and happy wherever he was. Did he have a good home? Food in his belly? The luxury of a hot shower? Something snapped and the tears started to fall uncontrollably. Despair and anguish hit me like a wave as I crumpled to the shower floor sobbing. I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, the steam from the hot water condensing on my skin where the water didn't reach. Suddenly, I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I looked up into Rose's face, which was mirror of my sadness.
"Oh, Em," she sighed, before toeing off her shoes and sliding into the shower, fully clothed, to sit behind me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and another sob worked it's way out of my chest as she laid her head against my back.
"Fuck, Rosie. Why does it still hurt so much?"
"Because you love him, Em. There's always going to be a spot inside of you that will hold Jack's memory."
I turned and looked into her cerulean eyes, which were full of sadness and love. "I wish you could have met him. I should have introduced you sooner."
"Ssh, don't beat yourself up, baby," she whispered before placing a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips.
I reached up to cup her face, gazing down at her with admiration and adoration, before deepening the kiss. I needed something to ground me; pull me away from this madness. I needed her.
I slowly stood and pulled her up with me. I grabbed the hem of her wet shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it out on to the bathroom floor. I need to feel her skin against mine, tangible evidence that I wasn't alone. She stood before me in nothing but a loose pair of sweat pants, that were hanging dangerously low because they were soaked. Her eyes searched mine for a moment before speaking.
"Are you sure, Em? You can't hide your grief by fucking it away."
I yanked down her pants and she placed her hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. As we stood, face-to-face, I pulled her naked body against mine and chuckled darkly.
"I know I can't 'fuck it away', as you so eloquently put it, but I do want to forget it for now and lose myself in you. Is that so bad, Rosalie?"
She instantly melted against me. "Emmett," she sighed. "I'm here for you, however you need me."
"Just let me love, you. Please."
Her hands found their way into my hair and she pressed her lips against mine hungrily. My body yearned to become one with her. She was my solace, my haven. I needed to touch and feel and be buried in her warmth. What felt like only moments later, her legs were wrapped around my waist as I pounded her against the shower wall.
"Fuck, yes! God, Emmett! Just like that," Rosalie cried out, gripping my hair tightly. I groaned and pressed further, deeper, trying to hit that spot that would send her over the edge. I couldn't control the world outside of this room, but I could control this. I could give her pleasure and make her come undone. My mouth nipped at her ear lobe as I felt her tighten around my cock. Her body shuddered as it found its release, and I followed shortly after, a feeling of accomplishment surging through me. Knowing that I had been the cause of her orgasm always sent me into a tailspin.
"Ughhhh," I grunted as my seed spilled inside of her. "Fuck, I love you, Rose," I called out.
I rested my head against the cool tiles of the shower, trying to draw breath into my aching lungs. Rose's legs loosened from my waist and slowly slid down to the floor. She pressed a soft kiss against my chest, right above my heart.
"Do you feel better now?" she asked quietly.
I pulled back and nodded, looking down into those blue eyes and I saw everything: my past, my present and my future. I didn't want to wait until graduation. I wanted to ask her now. I pressed my lips lightly against hers and smiled after I pulled away. I could do this. I could move forward with Rose by my side.
She gazed up at me with her own smile and bemused look on her face.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, babe. I'm just happy that I have you."
Rose sighed and wrapped her arm around me, hugging me tightly.
"Me too, Em. Let's get out of here before we turn into prunes."
"Yes, dear," I laughed and reached out for a couple of towels as she turned the water off.
Fifteen minutes later, we were curled up in my bed, just holding onto each other in silence.
"Rose?" I asked quietly.
She turned her head to look at me. "Yeah, Em?"
I took a deep breath and extricated myself from her arms. Opening the night table drawer, I pulled out the little black ring box, keeping it hidden from her for now.
"I need to ask you something important, okay?"
Her eyes widened and she nodded, wary of where the conversation was going.
"Where do you see us in the future?"
Rose's face went slack in surprise before she cocked an eyebrow. "Erm, I thought we had this all worked out, Emmett. We're going to move into an apartment and start our car business."
She blinked suddenly and her face fell. "Oh. Are you trying to tell me that you've changed your mind? Dammit, Em. If that's the case, just spit it out!" she said angrily, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Shit! No, no, no! I wasn't talking about that Rose. I was talking about us," I responded, motioning in between our bodies.
Her brow furrowed in confusion and it might have been the most adorable thing that I had ever seen.
"What do you mean? We've been dating for over a year, and we're moving in together. I'm not following you."
I swallowed and brought the box into her line of sight. She gasped and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Tears dripped down her cheeks and the droplets formed dark spots on my blue sheets.
"Rosalie, you own my heart. You have since the first day I saw you in our Applied Mechanics class over fourteen months ago. Every time I feel like I can't love you any more, you do or say something that makes my heart expand just a little bit more. You've been my best friend and my confidante. You've held me and seen me at my weakest; letting me cry on your shoulder countless times over the past six months."
I swallowed and blinked back my own tears. "I can't imagine my life without you. Losing Jack made it hit home that life is too short and we have no guarantees of tomorrow. But I want to promise you each and every one of my tomorrows for the rest of my life. We don't have to do this anytime soon, if you don't want to. I'll wait forever for you. So, Rosalie Lillian Hale, will you please be my wife?"
She dropped her hands from her face and threw herself into my arms, sobbing.
"Of course, Emmett! Yes, I'll be your wife!"
I reached up and took her left hand. I reached into the box and removed the ring before sliding it onto her fourth finger. I kissed her knuckles and looked up into her face, which was shining with happiness.
"I love you, Rosie," I whispered against her lips.
"I love you too, Em. Forever," she replied before kissing me with everything in her.
I closed my eyes and my future laid out before me. No longer empty and barren because of Jack's loss, but slowly coming back to life. It wouldn't happen overnight, but I was confident that we'd eventually get there.
I would never stop praying for a miracle though.
June 18, 2010
I pulled up in front of my parent's house and cut the engine. After taking a deep breath and blowing it, I turned towards Rosalie in the passenger seat. She smiled serenely at me and I instantly felt calmer. I ran my hand through my hair and stared at the front door of the house through my windshield.
"What do we say, Rose?"
She chewed on her cheek and shrugged slightly. "We're not far, so I say we wait until next month."
I nodded and smiled at her before opening my door. I met her at the front of the car and our hands instinctively sought each other. I stopped at the bottom of the porch stairs and looked down at my wife, rubbing her non-existent baby bump. We had just come from the doctor's visit that confirmed that Rosalie was eight weeks pregnant and we were both over the moon.
"Waiting is good," I muttered. I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince more: Rose or myself.
Rose placed her free hand on my forearm and patted it lightly. "It'll be fine, Em. Let's go in here and have a nice visit with your mom so we can plan what to do for your brother's birthday tomorrow."
I closed my eyes and sighed. "I'm scared about how he's going to take the news. He's just starting to be more like himself. Finding this out might send him spiraling back into a dark place."
"He'll be fine, Emmett. Knowing Edward, he'll be sad too, but mostly happy for us. You're going to be a great dad."
I leaned down and kissed her lightly. "You always know just what to say. You'll be a wonderful mother, Rosie."
She smiled and tugged on my hand, leading me up the stairs. I jerked on the knob and held the door open for her before letting it slam shut.
"Mom! We're here!" I called out, earning a smack on the shoulder from Rose.
"What? Shit, this house is huge, you know that."
She motioned across the great room where I noticed that my parents were sitting on the couches, along with a woman and a boy. The woman was a pretty brunette with a pair of chocolate brown eyes and a heart shaped face. I flashed her an apologetic smile for barging in like the ass that I was. I looked over at my mom, who looked unusually frazzled. She smiled at us and gestured towards their company.
"Emmett, Rosalie," Mom greeted us softly. "This is Isabella Swan and," she cut herself off and looked over at the seated pair.
The boy took a deep breath and stood up. My heart started to race and my chest felt tight. I briefly wondered if this was what it was like to have a heart attack. His eyes were a brilliant green and his brown hair had highlights of bronze shining through. That, coupled with the way he nervously ran his hand through his hair, was all Edward. I stood there in shock, staring down at the face of my brother's replica. My brain refused to think his name; trying to protect me if this was all a misunderstanding.
"Jack. Jackson Swan," the boy spoke up confidently.
I heard Rose gasp beside me, but I couldn't tear my eyes from him.
"No way," I whispered, my heart refusing to listen to my brain anymore. I heard my mother speaking in the background, but I couldn't focus on what she way saying.
Jack cocked his head to the side and eyed me carefully, as if he were trying to figure me out. He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Did you fill a blow up pool with chocolate pudding?" Jack asked, opening one eye and squinting at me.
I grinned through the tears dripping down my face. "Yep. Your grandma was so mad at me, and she hosed us down outside before she let us back into the house. She has pictures of it somewhere."
My heart felt it was about to burst through my chest and my legs started to shake. I dropped to my knees and started to sob.
"Jack," I whispered out in a strangled moan.
The boy's eyes widened and filled with tears of his own before he flew at me, throwing himself into my arms.
"Uncle Em," he cried, squeezing me tightly.
I rocked backed and forth slowly, reveling in the feel of him. Jack was alive. He was here and in my arms. After a few moments, I let him go, but my emotions were still out of control, so I grabbed onto Rosalie as my anchor. When I was more composed, I walked over to the brunette and hugged her tightly.
"I don't know who you are or how this happened, but thank you so much," I whispered into her ear.
Rose and I took a seat on the couch as we began to listen to Bella Swan's story. By the time she was finished, I felt like I had just stepped off a roller coaster ride. At first I was heartbroken and hurt that Jack was all alone. Then I was furious at that skank Victoria. Next came awe that this girl, who wasn't much younger than I was, put her life on hold to become a mother to my nephew. Relief washed over me at that point, knowing that he had been loved and taken care of for the majority of his time away from us. After voicing her opinions about Victoria's involvement with drugs and possibly leaving Jack in Seattle, my fury came back in full force. Then Bella talked about heading back to their hotel, and I snapped.
"You're talking as if you'd just let her walk out of that door with him, if that's what she chose," I scoffed after Mom suggested that she spend the night here.
Bella looked at with me wide, frightened eyes and I tried to give her a smile, my heart going out to her. It was easy to see how much she loved Jack, but there was no way I'd stand for him to possibly up and disappear again. Not after we had just found him.
"Don't get me wrong," I said, trying to keep my voice kind. "I like you and you did an awesome job of taking care of little man here, but we're his blood. You can't just pop him in front of us and then take him away."
"Emmett McCarty Cullen," Mom interjected sternly. "You will not talk to her like that. She is his mother."
I looked over at her, incredulously. "She is not his mother. Victoria is. As much of a piece of shit as she is, she's his mother."
Jack jumped to his feet, shaking slightly. "Bella is my mother. You won't take me. I wanted to know you guys and find you again," he started shaking his head back and forth, "but if you think that you're going to take my mom from me, then you're crazy." He stood defiantly in front of Bella, silently challenging someone to argue with him.
My mother walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, smiling slightly. "No one is going to take your mom from you. I promise," she spoke softly to him.
"You can't say that!" I found myself yelling. "You can't make a promise like that to him! Edward is his father. Do you think that he'll just keep his mouth shut when he finds out? Let this stranger walk away with his kid that he's been mourning over for the past five years?"
"She is his mother in every way that counts. It's plain to see that she loves and adores him and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. As much as I missed my grandson, I love him enough to not threaten to rip him from the only mother he knows. I know this is difficult, but it's something that can be worked out. I will not allow you nor your brother to steam roll over this girl."
My mother glared at me and I suddenly felt like I had disappointed her. I closed my eyes and ran a hand over my face.
"You're right, Mom, I'm sorry. But if I feel like this, can you imagine how Edward is going to react? He's going to go ballistic. You need to start thinking of some way to break this to him easy."
There was no fucking way that Edward was going to let Jack walk out of that door. None. All I knew was that I would back my brother 100% on that.
The room grew uncomfortably quiet, but was soon broken by the sound of a car outside. I couldn't help the small smirk that grew on my face as I heard Edward's voice. I looked up and saw the surprise on his face, but his eyes were glued to Bella, not having noticed the boy to her left. He gave her that panty-dropping smirk and my stomach dropped.
"Well, hello there," he said softly, his eyes still not leaving Bella's face.
Shit, it figured. He hadn't shown interest in any woman since Victoria had screwed him over, but the one time he did, it had to be the one woman who could rip him to shreds because of Jack. Fuck that. My loyalty lay with my brother, and I'd just have to figure out a way to protect him.
AN: Well, I hope that I've done Emmett justice! It was challenge and I enjoyed writing from his POV, letting us get a glimpse inside his mind.