A/N We're back! Well, a couple of us are anyway! I had a whole lot of requests to see Em's proposal, so that's what this is. I promise E&B will returning via outtake soon but this is Em's shot at his HEA. I'm posting the same thing on both stories bc I only did his POV and as always, I have readers that only read one story and not the other. Feel free to skip if this isn't your thing, but I wanted to share it with you all. Some important news below as well, so please check that out! See you there!

EmPOV

I was scared shitless. I'd climbed mountains, jumped out of burning buildings, crashed countless cars, dove off an exploding bridge and too many other things to count but one phone call had me petrified beyond belief. I had no choice, though. I'd put this call off for as long as humanly possible if I was still going to go ahead with my plan this weekend. And I damn well was after enduring Rosie's wrath for ages. Thank God my brother finally pulled a decent lie out of his ass and helped me out. Of course he owed me, so it was the least he could do.

He had it easy, though. Charlie Swan didn't hate him. Oh no. When Edward had asked for his blessing to propose to Bella, Charlie asked him what took so damn long. I had a feeling I wouldn't hear the same question when I asked him about Rosie.

It was all fucked up, too. Why should I have to ask Charlie's permission to marry a girl that wasn't his daughter? Technically, I didn't, but I knew if I didn't then I'd suffer his wrath until the end of time. And it wasn't like her real father would let me ask, anyway. I'd called him about fifty times and he never took or returned my call. The one time he answered when I'd used an untraceable phone, he'd hung up before I could get past "this is Em…" It was really sad that Rose's parents didn't want to be part of her life. Didn't they know what an amazing daughter they had?

And what was so bad about marrying a Cullen? Most girls' families would be fucking thrilled if they told their parents they were marrying me. Okay, so maybe I had a record, but it wasn't like it was for armed robbery or murder or anything. I just happened to have a few confrontations that probably would have blown right over if my brother wasn't a super famous actor. Why should I be blamed for that?

Maybe I wasn't a doctor, but my father was, and he was one of the most well respected and well known plastic surgeons in the business. Rose said they looked down on that, too, because he just catered to Hollywood bimbos all day long. Which wasn't true, thank you very much. Dad might get the bulk of his money from them, but he also donated his services to children who'd been burned or disfigured in accidents and shit like that. My dad was an amazing guy and it burned my ass that some heart and brain surgeon thought they were better than him. I bet they didn't donate their time or services to help anyone.

So, I had no choice but to ask Charlie. He was the one most likely to give her away. I'd bet money on the fact that her parents wouldn't pull their heads out of their ridiculously tight asses to attend our wedding. And he, Bella and Alice were Rosie's surrogate family. I saw it with my own two eyes whenever they were together, except when Rose was teasing Bella about how hot Charlie was. That was so fucking wrong. She had a surrogate oedipal complex.

Alright. Enough procrastinating. I had to do this and then go get my brother to help me so I could propose tomorrow. I could do this. He was miles and miles away, so I was safe enough. Maybe. Why did he have to scare me as much as Momma did? I could get around her, though. I'd learned a few tricks in my twenty-eight years. Charlie Swan was an enigma.

I shook my head and just hit the button on the phone. "Chief Swan speaking."

I grimaced. He knew who it was. He had me programmed in his phone, so that Chief Swan crap was not necessary. "Hi, Chief Swan. It's Emmett. Emmett Cullen." And now I was playing his game when I didn't even want to be. Damn it.

He heaved a sigh and I heard something clicking. "What's that?"

"Just pulling up TMZ to see what you did this time."

Nice. Some faith he had in me. "I didn't do anything." Well, I did, but I didn't think they knew about it. So Vin Diesel and I had a bit of an argument about him thinking he could do his own stunts and maybe I was forced to race him and blow him out of the water. I swear, some actors start to believe they're the characters they play and think they're bigger badasses than they really are.

"Uh huh. What's this about illegal street racing?"

Fuck me. Damn that tabloid. I was going to beat the shit out of whomever they had following me around. "It wasn't illegal street racing. It was a perfectly controlled environment and all I did was show Vin Diesel that he's not ready to be his own stuntman."

"Well, it says here that you weren't arrested, so at least that's something." Yeah it was something alright. Could a person sound anymore disapproving than he did? I was going to kick Vin's ass too, for getting me in this situation when I had more pressing matters to deal with.

"Of course I wasn't arrested. I haven't been arrested since Germany when you might recall I was saving your girls from the press." It didn't hurt to remind him of my awesome heroicness.

"Uh huh. So what do you want, Cullen? I'm telling you right now that I won't cover up whatever it is you've done and not been caught for."

Humph. Like I'd call him if I needed help staying out of jail? I'd totally call Ma. She had connections everywhere, as she'd proven in Germany. "I haven't done a thing, sir."

"Sir? This can't be good."

At least I didn't call him El Presidente. Yet. "It is good. It's very good, I think."

"You don't think the same way I do." That much was very true. "What's this good thing?"

Alright. It was like pulling off a band-aid. Best to just spit it out. "I want to ask Rose to marry me and I was hoping you'd give me permission."

Silence greeted my announcement and I started to sweat. Fuck. Was he going to say no? What would I do if he did? I'd still marry her. Rosie was meant to be mine. "Chief? Charlie?" Yeah, I'd say it. "El Presidente?"

He cleared his throat. "Why are you asking me?"

Was he serious? "Because you're the only father she really has."

"Er, well, yeah, I consider her to be part of my family but technically she has a father you should be talking to."

Just thinking about her father pissed me off. "I've tried to call him over and over. He won't answer since the time he hung up on me before I could finish saying my name. Neither of Rose's parents talk to her very much since she told them she won't marry some doctor's son they handpicked for her."

"Well, maybe she should be married to some doctor's son," he offered.

I glared around the room since he wasn't there to glare at. "I'm some doctor's son."

Charlie laughed. "I suppose that's true, but I imagine the doctor's son in question is a doctor himself."

So? I could totally be a doctor if I wanted to. Maybe I wanted some actual excitement and the only life that I wanted in my hands was my own. "So you'd rather she be bartered off to help Rose's parents maintain their lofty position than be with someone she loves? She could be his arm candy and he'd probably cheat on her because he wouldn't love her to distraction and then she'd kill him and go to jail and it would be your fault."

He snickered again. "I wouldn't let her go to jail." Naturally. He'd cover up her crimes while he threw me to the wolves. Hell, he'd probably frame me for murdering her doctor husband, which I very well might do if she married him. She was mine, damn it.

"Charlie, you know I love her. You know I'll provide for her and take care of her and that I'd die for her if necessary."

"What happens if you blow yourself up doing some stunt? Or if you get thrown in jail one too many times and actually have to serve some time?"

"Do you know how many stuntmen died in the last year?" I asked. He was pissing me off. He just had to be difficult. I knew it. That's why I'd waited to call him.

"No."

"None. I'm more likely to die crossing the street than doing my job. I'm damn good at my job, Chief. The best there is. And I take my safety very seriously. I have Rosie to live for and if you don't think that motivates me each and every day, then you don't know me very well. And you know I'm not getting arrested anymore." Hopefully. I'd do my best not to.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

I was so done with this. "Fine. I tried. Never mind. I guess I'll see you at Edward and Bella's wedding."

"Emmett Cullen, don't you even think about hanging up on me!" Great. Now he was pissed off and I was pissed off and this wouldn't be good.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not remotely done with you, boy."

"Well, I'm done with this. I get it. I'm not good enough for Rosie. You and her father agree on one thing. All that matters is what she thinks."

"Did I ever once say you weren't good enough?" Had he? It sure seemed like it.

"Everything you said implied it."

"I don't imply. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. So hear me when I say this. Rose is an amazing woman who deserves someone who loves her, who will fight for her and fight with her because that woman needs challenging. She needs someone who will give her the family she deserves and who will always remember the softer side beneath that hard layer she shows the world." Damn, he knew my Rosie.

"I am that someone."

"If I didn't think you were, I would have run you off before now."

Wait? What? "What?"

He laughed. "You heard me, Cullen. I've been hard on you, maybe harder than I needed to be, but I needed to be sure you'd stand with Rose. She'll be harder on you than I could even think about being." He wasn't kidding. Rose tested me time and again and I didn't think she was even aware she was doing it half the time. But I stood. I always would.

"I'll stand."

"I know you will. So, even though it's not truly my place, I'll still give you my blessing. But know that if you hurt her, you'll damn well answer to me after you answer to her, because I know Rose will take care of you herself before I get a chance to."

I smiled for the first time since I'd picked up the phone. "Rosie handles me very well." My mind flashed to all the interesting ways my woman handled me and I felt myself getting hard.

"I don't want to hear about it. Just be good to her or I will help her hide your body."

I had to laugh. "It's a big body to hide."

"There are ways to make it smaller, Cullen. Don't you forget that."

Fuck he was scary. "Yes, sir. I promise you won't ever have reason to help Rosie hide my body."

"Good. Now go make an honest woman out of my other girl." I heard something in his tone. Was he sad? First Bella and Edward got engaged and soon it would be me and Rose.

"They'll always be your girls, sir."

"Yeah. Don't you forget it. They were mine first."

"I know. Thanks, Chief Swan."

"Thank you for including me. You didn't have to but I appreciate it. And Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

"You can call me Charlie."

Hell yes! I'm in! "Okay, bye Charlie!"

"Yeah. Bye."

I hung up and did a victory dance around the living room. I'd done it! I'd gotten permission and Charlie didn't hate me. Now, everything was in the clear. It was time to propose to Rosie.

Xoxoxoxoxox

"This is the dumbest idea ever," my brother complained as he lugged the sacks of sand from my hummer.

"It is not. It's an awesome idea. We can't all propose using Words like some people."

My brother got that goofy smile he got on his face every time someone mentioned his engagement to Bella. Sexiest Man Alive my ass. I should take a picture of him right now and send it to People. He looked like a lovesick fool.

"Bella loved my proposal."

"And I helped with it, so you have to help with mine," I reminded him. We'd had to bring two cars so we had enough bags to spell out Marry Me, Rosie in the field. The plan was to have my friend Rodney drop us over this spot so she'd see it when she looked down. Our proposal would be as original to us as Edward and Bella's was to them.

"There was no physical labor involved in my proposal," he pointed out, panting a little as he slapped a sandbag into place. I'd have to tell Alec that his boy was out of shape.

"That's a real shame. You should have waited until the end of the night to propose then." I hooted in laughter as he punched my shoulder.

"That's not what I was referring to, jackass."

"Sure, little bro. Stop your bitching and get it done so you can run off to some fancy masseuse, Mr. Hollywood."

He glared at me but then smiled. "Actually, I'll just ask Bella to rub my shoulders. Why don't you do the same with Rose?"

Ha! After being in classes all day and studying? If I asked her for that she'd brain me with her textbooks. No way was I that dumb. "Jerk."

"Jealous." Ha, no, I wouldn't trade my Rosie for all the massages in the world. Edward had the right girl for him and I had the right girl for me.

"If you could see what that girl does with her…" My brother stopped me cold with a swinging sandbag and I grunted when it slammed into my stomach. "Just saying, you'd know I have nothing to be jealous of," I told him when I caught my breath.

"We both got lucky," Edward agreed, laying his bag down. The R in Rosie was done. "And I think it's great that we're going to be married to best friends. We'll never have to worry about our wives getting along."

Thank God for that. My brother was my best friend and if he married someone I hated…well, it didn't bear thinking about.

"No, but we do have to worry about them uniting against us."

Edward laughed as we got to work on the O. "True, but it's a good problem to have."

Yeah, it was. "Help me finish so we can go home to our women."

That, of course, got his whipped ass moving faster and without complaint. Should have used that in the beginning. When we finished, Edward clapped me on the back.

"Good luck tomorrow. We'll be waiting for your call."

I laughed. "You'll be waiting for my warning to hide when Rosie realizes that I don't have a dead friend that we're going up to mourn."

He paled a little. "Your proposal better be so damn good that she forgets about it."

I smirked and ruffled his hair. "Attacking me will be first on her mind, I promise."

"Ugh. I don't want to know. Just get engaged already."

I couldn't wait. My Rosie would be mine officially soon. Rosalie Cullen. It had a wonderful ring to it.

Xoxoxoxoxox

I'd been wrong. Facing Charlie and asking for Rosie's hand was nowhere near as terrifying as sitting across from her in this little plane and having her glare at me. Maybe I shouldn't have told her there was no dead friend until later. Like a few years from now. Or decades. Decades would have been good. Or on my death bed. Which may be later today judging from the look she was giving me.

"Come on, Rosie, you know it's going to be fun."

Her eyes were shooting fire. I was a perverse man because having her look at me like that turned me on. I only wished we were in our bedroom so she could punish me properly for lying. "You lied. You and your brother lied about you having a dead friend to get me up here when I should be studying." She took out her phone and started typing.

"What are you doing?"

"Composing an email to your mother and Bella expressing my condolences for the eminent death of her sons and Bella's fiancé."

Damn she was fierce. I loved it. I took her phone away and tossed it in my bag. She could have it later, when she wasn't so pissed. "I didn't lie. Edward did. I just went with it to get you up here." Sorry, little bro, but it's your hide or mine and I'm awful fond of mine.

"But why did he do that, asshole? I doubt Edward gave a damn whether I got on a plane or not. He did it for you."

She was too sharp for my own good. "He knew it was important to me, sharing this moment with you."

She smacked me. She was so damn sexy when she was mad, which was a lot of the time. Too bad this plane was too small to attack her in. Rodney was practically on top of us and there was no way he was seeing or hearing my girl get lost in the pleasure of riding my cock.

"We could have shared it anytime that wasn't in the middle of my semester, cocksucker!" Dirty, imaginative words flew out of her mouth. I loved her dirty mouth more than I could say.

"You know I don't suck cock, baby." I laughed when she let out a frustrated scream.

"I won't be anytime soon either." She smirked at the horror I was sure washed over my face.

Fuck. That wasn't funny. "Now, let's not be rash, Rosie. This is going to be lots of fun and by the time we land you'll be so happy that you'll want to attack me then and there."

She snorted. "Keep on dreaming, Cullen." Damn right I would. My fantasy world was a wonderful place. "It would be very easy to claim that your parachute didn't open properly and your tragic death would make news worldwide. I bet I'd get a lot of sympathy for the trauma of losing you in such a fashion. Maybe Jeremy Renner would comfort me."

Her obsession with Jeremy Renner was pissing me off and she knew it. I did all of that guy's stunts, damn it. "He would not! That's the last time I show you scenes from one of my movies before they hit the theaters."

Rose just smirked at me. "His sexy arms would wrap around me and I'd cry into his chest over my lost love. I'd mourn you for at least a week before I made a move on him. No worries." She patted my leg. Son of a bitch. I was going to blow him up next time we did a movie together. Let's see who's in mourning. No, wait, she'd probably mourn him for longer than me just to make a point.

I crossed my way sexier arms and scowled at her. "You would shroud yourself in black and do nothing but cry for at least five years if I died."

"Five years! Five of my best years? I'll never look better than I do in my twenties. I'm not wasting all of them mourning you." She was laughing so hard it looked like she might cry. Humph. It would serve her right.

"Well, I'm not dying so you don't need to worry about it."

"We'll see," she told me. Hot. She was never hotter than when she was threatening me. Well, okay, she was hotter when she was naked. Or when she was wielding her crop. And when she got on my motorcycle. Damn, she was hot all the time.

"We're coming up on it!" Rodney called.

"Awesome. Ready Rosie?" I was so excited. I wanted to put the ring on her finger midair but Mom told me I'd probably drop it and that wouldn't do. I'd offered to put a mini parachute on it, like I used to have on my GI Joes, but Mom pointed out that it might float God knows where and become a very expensive find for whoever stumbled upon it. Putting a tracker on it was out, so yeah, it had to wait until we got on the ground unfortunately.

She sighed and stood, adjusting her pack. I started to go over the plan again and she batted my hands away. "I know how to do it. Pull cord. If this cord fails, pull that cord. Float to the ground and kick your ass. I'm all set."

I snickered at her. We'll see if she still wants to kill me when she sees her proposal. I'd toyed with how to do it for ages which was why my brother had beaten me to the punch. I'd considered and rejected doing it if we got into another fight with the paps. It had seemed like a possible scenario but I knew Charlie would kill me if we got arrested again and more so if I proposed to her when we did. I'd considered doing it on a race track as we tore around, going back to the cabin, taking her to the park where the cop had stopped us from having sex for the first time and many other places but this just fit, I thought. It combined adventure and romance and potential injury which fit us both to a T.

We got to the drop site and I watched my Rosie standing in the doorframe looking sexy as hell in her jumpsuit. Seriously, the woman could make anything sexy. The confident look on her face, the challenging look in her eyes and the sneer on her lips were enough to make me want to see if we could dual jump and make love in the air. She could wrap her perfect long legs around me and hopefully I'd remember to pull the cord before we plunged to our deaths. It would totally be worth it.

"I love you, Rosie."

She turned and the smirk softened just a tad. "Love you, too." And then she flicked me off as she jumped backwards out of the plane. She was amazing.

I laughed as I leaped after her, spreading my arms and letting the wind whip me around. It stung in a good way, just like it did when Rosie worked me over. She was right below me and I could see the smile on her face as she freefell. Trust my Rosie not to pull the cord right away. I'd told her she could as soon as she wanted but my girl was fearless and going for it.

I started to get nervous as the world below came into focus but she pulled her cord and her parachute shot out and caught. I waited until I got even with her before pulling my own and letting my descent slow. The sudden jerk when the chute came out always felt a bit weird but I settled quickly and held a hand out to my girl.

She took it and we fell toward the earth together. It was nearly time. My heart was pounding, not from the ride, but from the anticipation of her seeing my message. She'd say yes. She had to, right? I could see the field and I could sort of see the message but it wasn't in focus yet. Just a few more seconds. Rosie had her head tilted back and she seemed to be enjoying herself, thank God. If she hated it, she might have said no just to spite me.

There. I could see it now. Marry Me Rosie. I tugged on her hand and she glanced my way. This was it. I pointed at the ground and she followed my gaze. I couldn't hear her reaction, but she tugged her hand from mine and held it over her mouth. Shit, was she getting sick? "Rosie!" I shouted.

She turned to me and nodded. Yes? Yes! It was a yes? Before I could be sure, we were coming up on the ground. I tried to land on my feet but of course my momentum had me pitching forward right into one of my sandbags. I didn't care, though. I yanked at my chute, trying to get it off me to get to my girl.

What was I thinking? This was taking far too long. I finally got the damn thing off and got to my feet. My girl was already up and her chute was off. I ran to her and got the ring out of my pocket. "You said yes, right?"

"Of course I said yes, you douchenozzle! Is this why you were such an utter dickcheese for the past month, begging me to get on a plane with you? Why didn't you just propose like a normal person?"

I laughed and swooped her into my arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Because we're not normal, Rosie." I kissed her then and her legs came around my waist as she moved against me. Fuck. I was going to take her right in the middle of this field if we didn't watch it.

"You're definitely not normal," she told me when we came up for air. "Now give me my ring and then take me to your brother's house. I'm kicking his ass and then we'll celebrate."

I grinned. That was my fucking girl with her priorities still straight. I set her down and got on the ground in front of her. "What are you doing? You don't have to do that," she protested, trying to tug me up.

"Oh no, I'm being normal." She smacked my shoulder and I grinned. This was the best day of my life. "And so are you, clearly. Rosalie Hale, I've been yours since the moment I laid eyes on you. Before that, really. Probably from the moment that you yelled at me thinking I was my brother." She laughed at the memory.

"You're the sexiest, smartest, most beautiful woman in the world and I'm pretty sure you were tailor made for me. You've always been my family, but it's time to make it official." I saw the tears in her eyes at the mention of family. My girl really was soft on the inside and all she wanted was family. She had one now. "Will you marry me, my Rosie?"

"You made me cry, you fucker. Damn you. Yes, I'll marry you."

Yep, it was the perfect proposal for us just like I knew it would be, complete with name calling. I slipped the ring on her finger and stood and pulled her back into my arms. "I'm going to give you everything you could ever want," I promised as I swung her around.

"You already did," she murmured before kissing me soundly. "Now, let's go kick your brother's ass for lying. Don't think this ring gets you off the hook either."

I laughed as I led her to the car. The woman turned me on like no other. Was it any wonder she was my One? "I'm staying hooked for life, Rosie."

"Damn right you are." There was never any doubt, from the first moment I laid eyes on her. I belonged to Rose hook, line and sinker. And now she belonged to me. Definitely the best day ever.

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A/N So, as you may recall in my AN from last chapter, I was writing a book. Well, the book is done and it's been picked up and should be published in spring of 2013. I don't have exact dates at this time, as the process is just beginning, but I will keep you posted here, on my profile, on Twitter as Nolebucgrl and my pen name, AmyNoelleWriter, on Facebook at Nole Bucgrl and Amy Noelle. So if you're interested, add me in one of those places. Not sure how much I can say about the book now but I will tell you it's a romantic comedy much like all my fic, so hopefully you'll enjoy it! Thank you all for the support, encouragement and love.

Meanwhile, Sideline is well under way and will update later this week. Fill Me With Your Poison is up next in the queue and I've got various plot bunnies working themselves out, as well as another novel idea planned (sports related too!) I'm not going anywhere, should anyone be worried about that. See you soon with more, here or there :) Thanks!