Safe Haven


I wiped the bar top, staring out at the regulars at the Swans. We had just reopened after being closed for six months. I was going to sell Swans, but at the last minute, I just couldn't. It wasn't what Pops would have wanted, and I just couldn't part with this place. It held so many memories for me, and I know that that was true for many of the people in town as well. I couldn't sell, I just couldn't. So I packed up my tiny apartment in Seattle and moved Emerson and I back to a town I swore I would never set foot in again. It took months of cleaning and planning, but Swans finally opened back up, and was actually bringing in some decent business.

I looked over at the men who were lining the bar. There were some old faces like Mike Newton Sr. and Waylin - one of my dad's fishing buddies - but there were some new faces as well. Apparently when the Seattle Seahawks moved closer to Forks, it revived the small, dying logging town. The football players were snatching up land all throughout Forks, which lay about an hour from Seattle and thirty minutes from their newly built stadium.

It was a welcome revival for the town. I bet Esme Cullen was up to her eyeballs with clients now. I heard the Cullen clan was coming back after leaving a while back. Carlisle had gotten an opportunity to go to England for two years to teach at Oxford, and couldn't turn it down. His sabbatical was up now, and they were due to return at any minute.

Esme was taking back over her architectural company, Cullen Designs . . . which had been getting clients left and right now with the upturn of the economy here in Forks. She needed to resume being the face for the company, not Aria Banner, who was capable, she just wasn't Esme Cullen.

My stomach dropped thinking about the matriarch of the Cullen. I tried so hard not to think of them over the past two years, but every so often, the thought of them flitted across my mind.

"Bella?" A familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. A voice from the past.

"Bella . . . Bella Swan?"

I looked over and saw Alice Brandon walking in through the bar. She waved at me enthusiastically, causing me to smile. I hadn't seen her in three years since Emmett got drafted to play pro.


I left the sanctity from behind the bar and greeted my best friend from high school. We had gone to separate colleges, but had always come back to Forks for the school breaks. Alice, in true Alice Brandon fashion, launched herself at me.

"Alice Brandon, I thought you were going to Paris and to make a big name for yourself in fashion. What are you doing back in Forks?"

"Plans didn't exactly go the way I thought they would go," she replied. She wiggled her left hand in front of me and I saw the sparkle of an engagement ring on her finger.

"Congratulations." I told her. Alice was truly an awesome person and she deserved all the best.

"Jasper and I are getting married in six months."

"Jasper as in Jasper Cullen . . . as in one of the Cullen Triplets?"

"I haven't heard them called that in the longest time, but yes, the one and only."

"But you two couldn't stand each other in high school," I told her puzzled. They were always going at it like cats and dogs.

"A rouse," she explained. "Typical for us. We saw each other last summer and just could keep our hands off each other. It's like it was always meant to be. Jazz is an architect with Esme now, and I came to see if Pops would hire me."

"My grandfather died about nine months ago." My voiced cracked thinking of Phillip Swan, the original proprietor of Swans. "Charlie and I originally closed Swans and we were going to sell it, but when push came to shove, I couldn't do it. I couldn't let everything that Pops worked for just vanish. So, I packed up everything and ended up running Swans. Not exactly on how I planned on using my degree in psychology, but everything happens for a reason."

"I heard you guys just reopened . . ."

"Yeah, and I need a bar manager and front end manager." I looked over at Angela, who was shy and timid in high school, but now, she was one of the best bartenders that I have seen. "Ange, watch the bar while I do an interview."

"No prob boss." Ange smiled as she wiped down the bar top. So far it was just Angela, Tyler, and myself, but we were getting busy and needed more staff pronto.

She followed me into the office, which was truly a mess right now. I was the accountant, bar manager, general manager, etc. I bit off more than I could chew, but hopefully that would soon change. Swan's was bringing in more money, meaning I could hire more staff, and that is what I would do. I wanted and needed to spend more time with my son.

I smiled thinking about Emerson, he is all sunshine and pure boy.

Alice stopped, staring at the pictures on the bookshelf. I heard her take in a deep breath.


Shit, fuck, damnit! She saw the picture of Emerson and me at the park.

"Is this why you suddenly dropped out of our lives three years ago?" Her voice was soft, but demanding. "I tried calling you, emailing you, but you just disappeared. I thought you just got really busy with grad school, and made new friends, but I never imagined . . ."

"Alice . . ."

"You didn't have to hide from me."

I took in a deep breath. "Alice . . ."

"Oh my God . . ."

I hung my head. "I was young and stupid. Scared. Emerson is everything to me. I was busy with grad school, and being pregnant the first year. After that I dropped down to part-time and extended my program of study for a year so I could spend more time with him. It wasn't easy Alice."

"His name is Emerson?"

"Emerson Swan . . ."

"Is Jasper his father?"

"No, Alice, I promise you, Emerson isn't Jasper's."

She let out a breath she had been holding, and truthfully, I couldn't blame her. I wouldn't have wanted to hear about my fiancé with another woman. Jasper and I had never hooked up, but flirted shamelessly with each other throughout the years. That would stop now for out of respect for their impending marriage.

Besides, I didn't want to add more gossip to the rumor mill. One was enough, thank you very much.

"He looks so much like the Cullen boys with the curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Surely the townspeople are gossiping."

"Like you wouldn't believe," I sighed. "I haven't fueled any of the rumors. But yeah, Emerson is a Cullen." I finally confirmed after a year of speculation. When Emerson was first born, I could bring him here to see Dad and Pops in his bald headed glory, but when he turned a year old, he started looking more and more like his father every day. I couldn't hide it anymore.

"God Bella." She plopped down in her seat. I was trying to formulate something to say to her, to ask her not to tell her future in-laws until I had the chance to figure out something to tell them.

The door opened with the sound of my giggling almost two-year old behind it.


I braced myself just in time to catch Emerson, and swing him around. I kissed his chubby cheeks and brushed his curly blonde hair out of his deep blue eyes. He had a gigantic grin on his face covered in a blue, gooey substance. Damn it Jake!

I took a peek at Alice in my periphery, trying to see if she had put together all the pieces yet. I could tell her mind was spinning with possibilities.

"Mommy, Unca Jake and me swinging."

I smiled. "Uncle Jake took you to the park?"

"Yep, we went swinging!"

I rifled through my diaper bag and searched out a wet wipe. There was no way I was going to let my toddler run around with a sticky blue face.

Loud mouth Mallory would have started a rumor that I was an unfit mother, I wasn't having that.

I wiped at his face, and he fought me every step of the way.

"Yeah, he had a blast," Jake supplied. "The blue stuff is the cotton candy I got from one of the venders." Jake placed the diaper bag down and looked over at Alice. "Hey Alice. I heard you were back from NYU. Welcome back."

"Hey Jake, could you take Emerson back to my dad's? I need to finish up here with Alice and then run the numbers again."

"Sure Bella, no problema Loca."

"Emerson, be good for Grandpa and Jake. Bedtime is seven o'clock and you can have two books tonight."

"Tay Mommy."

I kissed him again and handed him back to Jake.

"Thanks Jake. I appreciate everything that you did, but now you get to handle a two-year old right before bedtime hyped on sugar." I laughed.

"No fair Bella!"

"Life isn't fair Jakey! I specifically told you no sugar this close to bedtime Jake, and you did it anyway."

Jake pouted and so did Emerson, looking a lot like Emmett right at that moment.

I hugged my guys and walked with him out to strap my baby in. Jake sighed behind me, and stopped my motions for a minute.

"Are you ready for this?" Jake asked softly.

"Ready for all of Forks to find out the truth of Emerson's paternity? I mean, it really was a 1 in 3 shot . . ."

"Yeah, you can look at the boy and know that he is a Cullen." Jake pulled me into a bear hug and smoothed the hair out of my face. "It will be okay. Just give them time to adjust. They will love Emerson as much as we do. It could be a good thing Bella."

I watched them pull away and walked back into the bar. Angela cocked her head to the side. "Everything okay out here?"

"Sure Boss," Angela replied, winking. I walked back into the office and could see Alice texting on her phone. I started to panic, but realized quickly that I couldn't hide this anymore. The truth was going to come out.

I sat down next to Alice and waited for her to explode. I could tell that the wheels were still turning in her head.

"Bella, I have to tell Jasper. He is going to be my husband, I can't keep that from him. That child is his nephew . . ."

I nodded. "I understand, and I would have never asked you to keep this from Jasper. Just give me a day. I feel like I should be the one to tell people. People have been speculating about Emerson now for the past month since I have been back. I should be the one to tell Esme and Carlisle . . ."

"They just flew in and are on their way here, to pick me up from the interview. The sooner you do it, the better. You don't want them finding out from loud mouth Mallory do you?"

We both snickered, knowing that she was right. Lauren Mallory's mother had the biggest mouth ever and was always ready to spread gossip at the drop of a hat.

That woman hated me since she had been my father's love interest in high school.

Really Lady, Dad screwed Mom, had me, end of story.

I sat down, scrubbing my hands over my face. "How do you tell them something this important? I didn't mean to hide Emerson from them, it just kind of happened."

"How Bella?"

I grabbed a picture of the five of us, taken the last night we were all together. We were standing on the cliffs of La Push. Edward had just finished his second year of med school and had a three week long break. Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and I were all on break, getting ready to start the rest of our lives.

"I remember this. That was the last time I saw you."

"Emmett had just gone pro," I said softly.


We were standing at the edge of the cliffs staring at the water below us. I had done this before with the boys from the Rez, only we jumped from much lower. Standing higher up on the cliffs made my nerves go haywire, only I wasn't going to let them know it.

Me and my stupid mouth, I shouldn't have bragged about doing this.

I looked over the edge again, staring at the swirling waves. This definitely wasn't a good idea.

"Come on Bells, show us how to do this!" Emmett hollered, grabbing a beer from the cooler.

Edward looked out at the water, seeing the swirls of the angry current below. "I don't think this is a good idea . . ."

Thank God, there was a voice of reason.

"Yeah," a whiney voice said. Tanya. "I agree with Eddie. And Emmett, I don't think you should do it either. I know Rosalie wouldn't allow you to do it. . ."

Emmett shook his head. "Fuck. I listened for too long to that bitch. We broke up yesterday, so I don't give a fuck what she would want me to do."

I gasped. Rosalie and Emmett had been together since high school, hell she was a Chicago Bear's cheerleader now as well.

Jasper just shook his head. "Whatever, you guys will be back together in no time."

"I don't think so Bro."

I looked over at Emmett, who was currently stripping out of his shirt, tossing it over to me. I caught it, admiring Emmett's body. The Cullen Triplets were the most sought after men in Forks. Each one had devastatingly good looks, and even though they were triplets, they looked nothing alike.

Edward favored his mother, with the dark blonde/almost light brown hair and green eyes. His jaw was more from Esme's side of the family.

Jasper had blonde curly hair, with striking blue eyes. He resembled more Carlisle side. He had a fairly calm demeanor when comparing him to his brothers, but had a wicked temper that would come out if anyone bothered his brothers. He was the oldest.

Emmett was the youngest, and had been the sickest. But you wouldn't be able to tell that now. He had the same blonde hair as Jasper, but kept it short and curly. His blue eyes were a different shade from Jaspers, a darker blue. Emmett to overcompensate for his sickly childhood, had become one of the best quarterbacks that Washington had ever produced.

Emmett looked at his brothers square in the eyes. "Come on guys . . ."

Edward shook his head no and grabbed Tanya. "I'll meet you guys at Swan's."

He stalked off, and Jasper shivered. "I hope Eddie double bags his shit. That girl is a walking STD."

Alice smacked him on the arm. "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't talk about my cousin that way. She may come off as a skank, but Edward has been leading her on since high school . . . She hasn't been with anyone other than Edward."

"She said she had been with seven other guys," Emmett laughed out.

"Rule of seven," I replied cheekily. "Divide by seven, and that is as many people as she has been with."

"I thought that only applies to guys," Jasper said, scratching his head.

"False," Alice screeched. "We pump up our numbers too. We don't want it to seem like all we do is sit around and twiddle our thumbs waiting for you men."

"Huh," Emmett said so eloquently. "Anyway, I'm jumping bitches."

"It really isn't a good idea," I told him. "The current is too strong."

"I'm stronger."

He jumped, and I screamed. Jasper and Alice ran to the edge with me as we scanned the water, waiting for him to surface.

After three seconds, Jasper started to panic. "Crap Bella, it's been too long." He started to strip, but I stopped him.

"Jasper, you aren't a strong enough swimmer." I stripped off my jacket and threw it at him. I spotted Emmett a few feet from the rocks, out of the current. We had something going for us. "I'll get him. Met me down at first beach."

I jumped, without thinking and pulled myself into a tuck as I hit the water. I spotted Emmett, floating face down. I flipped him over, and dragged him to the beach. There was blood running down the side of his head, and he wasn't breathing.

"Shit Emmett! You can't do this!"

I found a pulse, but he still wasn't breathing. I began mouth to mouth, forcing air into his lungs.


I looked up and saw Jasper running frantically at us.

"He's not breathing Jazz, call an ambulance, call your dad."

Jazz collapsed on the ground next to me, grabbing his brother's hand. "You stupid fucker, breathe!"

I started mouth to mouth again, trying to keep my composure. The sirens were heard, and all of the sudden, he started to cough. Jasper rolled him, while I stabilized his head.

He sputtered, trying to sit up. "Emmett, stay down. I don't know what you did, but you're bleeding and you need stitches."

I cupped his cheek as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Get him to breath with you," Jasper said. "Breathe Em, I need you to calm down. I need you to stay with me Bro." Jasper whispered quietly.

"Breathe with me," I whispered, putting my hand on his chest. His breathing started to calm down, and his eyes finally focused on me.

The paramedics ran up, trying to pry us away from him. Emmett grabbed on to my hand, pleading me to stay with him. Jasper nodded, loading us on the bus.

We made our way to the hospital with a worried Carlisle and Esme waiting. I paced the waiting room, shivering in my wet clothes. Edward had finally convinced me to change into something dry. Carlisle came out, running his hands through his hair, something that all of the Cullen boys had inherited.

"He's fine. Doctor Weber is stitching him up now. He had to get a breathing treatment, but it could have been worse if Bella hadn't gotten to him."

Carlisle wrapped his arms around me, thanking me for saving his son. I blushed ducking away, and out of their celebration. I walked down the halls, finding myself being called into Emmett's room just as the doctor was finishing up.

"There's my guardian angel."

"I'm anything but," I whispered. "Thank God you're safe."

"You saved me," he said with awe.

I was getting ready to say something when the entire Cullen clan walked in.

One concussion later and a breathing treatment, our night was relegated to the Cullen mansion. We were going to be staying awake in shifts with Emmett.

I walked into Emmett's room with some freshly popped popcorn and a movie. It was my turn to sit with Emmett. It was around three, and everyone else had gone to sleep. Emmett was staring at some video game he was playing, not playing just staring. He threw the controller on the couch and stalked over to me.

His eyes were intense, locked on me.

He put his arms on either side of me, caging me in against the door. His mouth descended on mine, demanding me. I took a deep breath, inhaling everything that was Emmett. Mint with a hint pine.

I expected him to turn around and walk away, going back to Mass Halo, or whatever he was playing on the Playstation, when he lifted me up, crushing me against him. We were now face to face, chest to chest. I wrapped my legs around him, following my instincts.

"Emmett, you don't have to do this because I saved you . . ."

"Silly girl, I know that," he whispered against my lips. "I have wanted to kiss you for years."

"It's the concussion talking."

"Bella, stop talking, and just feel," he growled out.

I felt his hands, everywhere, playing homage to different parts of my body. He lifted the scrub top off me, exposing me to the chill of the mansion. He pulled me close to him, roughly pulling my hips closer to him. His lips crashed back into mine, rough, almost too rough.

Not that I was complaining.

He grounded into me. I felt all of him, I mean all of him, through his thin pajama pants against the thin scrub bottoms I was still wearing.

His hands left my breast, and found purchase in my hair as his lips found my nipples. I hissed at the contact.

"So sweet," his whispered as his tongue flicked and played.

"Emmett . . ."

He ground into me again, causing me to whimper. He picked me up, and I instinctually, wrapped my arms and legs around him, nipping and sucking his neck and earlobes. He crashed into the nearest wall, and set me on the ground. I whimpered, trying to figure out what was going on. He started untying the strings on both our pants, allowing them to fall to the ground.

"What are we doing Emmett?" I tried to slow us down, but I wasn't even sure if that was what I wanted to do at this point. I was supposed to be watching him, helping him heal after his ordeal today. We got lucky that things didn't turn out much worse.

"I thought you knew what we were doing," he whispered, as he fell to his knees, hiking my legs up around his shoulders. "Have you ever had a man, Isabella?"

Damn, he called me Isabella.

"Answer me," he whispered as he gave me a long lick against my slit.

"No," I moaned. It was the truth. I had thrown myself into school, ignoring most of the co-eds around me. I needed to focus on my classes to keep up my GPA. My scholarship had depended on it. Plus I hadn't been miss popular in college either.

"Damn," he whispered, so softly I barely felt it. "Tell me to stop . . ."

"I can't. I need you Emmett."

He continued to flick at my clit, and his fingers spread me, allowing more access for him. His tongue plunged in, and I would have bucked off the wall if he hadn't been holding me there. He was murmuring and teasing, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck . . ." I chanted.

"No sweetheart, that is what we are getting ready to do." He bit lightly on my clit, causing my orgasm to overtake me. He continued sucking and licking until he was satiated. "That was better than I ever dreamed."

I picked me up bridal style, and brought me to his bed.

I was pulling up the covers when he started pulling them back down. "What do you think you are doing? You are supposed to be keeping me awake," Emmett smirked. "You look so fucking beautiful in my bed."

I went to cover up, when he stopped my movements. "Don't you dare cover yourself from me."

He grabbed my wrists and shoved them above my head, effectively pinning them there. He then shoved his tongue into my mouth, and I could taste myself on him. It was oddly erotic, and not as disgusting as I thought it would be.

Still holding my hands high above my head, his mouth explored my body. I brought my legs together, trying to get some friction with the way he was teasing me. I could feel his cock against my thigh. It was huge, and there was no way it could fit. He brought his fingers down to the apex of my thighs and started playing with the wetness there.

"You are so wet and ready for me. Did I do this to you?"

I squirmed and writhed, seeking more friction against him. "Yes, you did this Emmett."

"Say my name again." He demanded, positioning himself between my legs.

"Emmett . . ."

"That's right. It will be my name on your lips when I bring you to another orgasm tonight."

He teased my slit and clit with his cock, causing me to groan. "Please stop teasing."

"It's only teasing if I don't follow through Bella," he whispered against me ear, sucking my earlobe gently. "I don't want to hurt you . . ."

I grabbed his hips, pushing him into me. He groaned as I shifted, trying to get more comfortable. I pushed further in, finally hitting my back wall. There was no blood, or tearing of my hymen, as you would read in some fiction. Most women's are already broken because of sports or tampon use.

"Damn Bella, you are so tight, I don't know if I can keep being gentle."

"Then don't," I whispered, wrapping my legs around him.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He picked up the pace and gripped painfully at my hips. I knew the chances of me having an orgasm on the first time out would be difficult, if not impossible, but that didn't matter, as he already had given me my first one earlier up against the wall.

He reached down between us and started to play with my clit as he was pumping. Yes, he was multi-talented in that way.

"Cum Bella," he whispered, attacking the sensitive shell of my ear.

I groaned, letting the sensations overwhelm me. I groaned out his name, as I came. He pumped several more times, and then came right after me. He rolled us over, placing me on top of him. I kissed her heart, because it just seemed right at that moment.

I looked at him, and realized he was getting ready to fall asleep. I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was only four-thirty. He needed to be awake for another two hours.

"Come on Em, stay awake for me," I pulled the covers off our naked bodies.

"I can't. You wore me out."

"Come on, take a bath, stay awake."

"A bath?" He quirked his eyebrow up.

"Yeah, we can't get your stitches wet," I reasoned.

"Only if you are with me, and I get to wash you."

That was reasonable, in my mind.

"You are going to be pretty sore in the morning," Emmett whispered. "I'm sorry for bringing you any pain." He smoothed the hair from my face and smiled at me. He lifted me, and brought me into his bathroom, running a bath for us.

We stayed in there until the water ran cold. He tossed me an oversized Bears jersey with his name on it and a pair of boxers. I was swimming in his clothes. We got dressed and settled on the couch with The Anchorman and the cold popcorn.

He cupped my face and kissed me gently.

"I felt you breathing for me," he whispered. "I felt your lips on me. I had to feel it again. Bella. . . I . . ."

There was a loud rap on the door, causing us to break apart. Carlisle came in a second later, looking at the both of us.

He set coffee cups down for us, and checked Emmett's pupils again.

"Bella, it's six thirty. Pops and Charlie have called, looking for you. I guess you forgot to call them."

"Shit, I'm sorry, with all the excitement with Emmett, I guess I forgot."

"It's alright dear. Anyway, they are going for breakfast in an hour and would like for you to be there for their weekly breakfast at the diner."

"My shift with Emmett isn't done yet," I said.

Carlisle chuckled. "I'm sure I can watch him for the next hour. Get home and come back soon. Esme is cooking your favorite dinner tonight. We owe you for saving our son."

"It was nothing," I muttered.

"It was everything to us," Carlisle said, "You jumped into the currents to save him . . ."

His voice cracked as he pulled his youngest, into a hug. Carlisle was a man of few emotions, like her own father, and she felt like she was intruding in on a private moment. She slipped out and grabbed her keys. She needed to shower and to grab some clothes. As much as she wanted to where Emmett's jersey forever, it just wasn't possible.


"So let me get this straight, you guys had sex, when you were supposed to be keeping him awake," Alice giggled. "I guess that is one way of following the doctor's orders. But that still doesn't explain why you didn't tell them, or me."

I sighed. "I pulled up for dinner that night and saw him kissing Rosalie on the front porch. I was crushed, so I left."

"That jackass! They were broken up, why the hell would they be kissing on the front porch?" Alice seethed. "And you just lost your virginity to him!"

"Alice, calm down. There are drunk people with loose lips in the bar, chill out."

She sighed. "That still doesn't explain why you didn't tell us about Emerson."

"I wanted to, trust me, I did. But I didn't even figure it out until I was three months along. I was still spotting during the three months, and then I was sick, or at least I thought I was sick. The college doctor did a pregnancy test, and well, it came back positive. I called Emmett, but Rosalie picked up, so I hung up. They were back together, and that was it. I had lost my chance with him."

"Why didn't you tell me? I wasn't even with Jasper at the time. I would have stood by you," Alice said, shaking her head.

"Ali, no offense, but you were all the way across the US. There was nothing you could do for me from over three thousand miles away . . ."

"I could have planned a baby shower, could have bought Emerson his first Nikes. I would have been there for you somehow."

"But everything worked out," I reasoned with her. "You are with Jasper now, and probably wouldn't have been if you had known about this. You would have stuck by me because that's what you would have done. No Alice, things will work out. I have to have faith that it will."

Angela popped her head in, telling us that Esme and Carlisle had come to pick up Alice. I nodded, and Alice looked at me.

"Jasper and I will be by in the morning. Maybe we can all go to the park together or something," Alice said hopefully as she gathered her things.

I nodded knowing that there was no way I could keep this from them now. She grabbed my cell and put her number in it. "Don't forget to call me."

"I won't Alice. I won't deprive Emerson of his family anymore. I only hope they can accept it."

Alice hugged me, kissing my cheek. "For what it's worth, I know you were only trying to do the right thing."

She shut the door behind her, and I banged my head against the desk. Why had I let it go this long?

AN: Here is the Em/B story that I have been working on. I hope you guys enjoyed the first installment. Let me know if you want more.