Aghhhh! Finally, the sequel! Yay-ness, okay, I don't own, read and review. Go on now!

Prologue

Thanksgiving holidays. After the two weeks of grueling schoolwork following the scariest thing to ever happen in my life, we were finally free for a whole week. The entire week was scheduled. From the Saturday we got out of school, to the Sunday before we went back, our days were filled with family, friends, and events.

Easier said than done.

You see, nothing ever really goes as planned. Ever. At all.

And on top of that? I have a new problem to face with my incredible best friend/boyfriend/possible soul mate. You see, when we got home from La Push, Emmett and I had an interesting conversation.

Hanging out in my kitchen, waiting for popcorn to pop, Emmett and I were just hanging out, enjoying each other. I was sitting on the counter, playing catch with him. He was leaning on the kitchen island, and we were tossing back and forth a ceramic lemon. Yes, a ceramic lemon.

"So what do you want for your birthday?" I asked, catching the little thing in my hands.

"I don't know, considering I was thrown off the perception of time by being in the hospital," he laughed. "I actually forgot all about it."

"Well, decide and I can go shopping," I demanded, throwing our makeshift ball back at him.

He put it back in my mother's display bowl and walked over to me, taking my face in his hands. "I don't need anything. I don't want anything."

I blushed a little and looked down. "I know, but I always get you something, and I want this year to be special. It's your first birthday that we're together."

He smiled and gently tugged my face to his. Just before our lips touched-

Ding! The popcorn just had to be done.

"Bring on the popcorn!" Jasper yelled from the living room.

I bit my lip and made an annoyed face, while Emmett ducked his head and laughed a little.

"Can't get a break," he said, shaking his head. "I'll get it."

He walked across the room to the microwave while I turned to the shelf behind my head and got a bowl down. We finally got into the living room and saw that the ABD edited version of When Harry Met Sally was coming on, one of my all time favorite movies.

"Yay!" I said, bouncing on my knees on the air mattress that had been laid down. Emmett had to lie flat or his ribs wouldn't set correctly, darn those stupid broken ribs and the stupid car that broke them.

He sat down on the thing and propped himself up on a few couch cushions disposed of by Rosalie, so she could lie next to Edward, who still took up extra space with his cast leg. As the movie opened, we all settled down. I tucked myself into Emmett's side, enjoying the classic. Occasionally, I would tease him with popcorn, waving it in his face until he snapped at me and playfully nibbled my fingers. Sometimes he would repeat the funnier lines to me, making me giggle.

Emmett got tired pretty quickly, side effects of his pain pills. He laid back all the way near the end of the movie. I laid my head on his shoulder, throwing an arm over his waist.

"Goodnight, Teddy Bear," I whispered, kissing him softly before tucking my head down to sleep.

"Goodnight, Pixie Princess," he murmured, sighing with exhaustion. "I love you."

Houston, we have a problem.

A/N: OMG, don't fall off, Lucas, it isn't a cliffie! You just missed the totally obvious thing! Oh, and other readers, review, please, and see if you got it faster than my beta.

~Sidney