“I love you, too, dolcezza,” I murmured, kissing her forehead. I was moving my lips down to hers when there was a loud banging on our door.
“Get your horny asses out of bed,” Emmett bellowed. “If you’re not in the kitchen in fifteen minutes; I’m going to be riding in your balloon.”
“Come on!” Bella squeaked as she hopped out of bed, scampering to the bathroom. We took a quick shower together, washing the remnants of our love making. Afterward, we brushed our teeth and got ready to head out with our friends and family. Bella slid on a pair of black skinny jeans, a gray t-shirt and a pink fleece. I wore a pair of jeans with a white Henley and a zippered hoodie. Ten minutes after Emmett banged on our door, we were in the kitchen.
“Damn,” Emmett snickered. “I was hoping to ride with you two and give you shit for screaming like porn stars.”
“We were not that loud,” Bella spat.
“Yes, you were,” Alice giggled. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulders, giving us a wink. “But, we’ll let it slide since you are a new couple.”
“Thanks, Tink,” I teased, ruffling her hair. She smacked me. “How long is this grace period?”
“Until tonight,” Emmett grumbled. “Have pity on the poor, recently singled dude.”
“Sorry, Emmy,” Bella frowned. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his massive form. “We
didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”
“It’s alright, Bellaboo,” he said, hugging her closely. “I know the joys of being in love and getting together with someone new. I’m just…” He sighed heavily. “I’m in shock over it all.”
“We all are, Emmett,” Esme said sympathetically. “The fact that Rosalie tried to fabricate a story that Bella slept with him to get the part was cruel and uncalled for. Then, she tried to lie about it to you. If you ever need someone to talk to, we’re all here for you, Emmett.”