RPOV:

I stretched my arms above my head from where I was, crammed in an airplane seat beside Emmett.

Brunch had ventured in to lighter conversation, Carmen and Esme directing most of it in a way only mothers could. The food that was set before me had been shoved down even though I couldn't necessarily taste it. Our family's relationship had slightly taken a turn for the not so great. I didn't think that my family disliked Emmett particularly, just like I didn't think that his family hated me. I felt like both of our families were protective. That was understandable.

Emmett and I more or less hadn't gotten a chance to speak throughout brunch. We spent most of the time answering the several questions that our parents seemed to have. There were quite a few.

Emmett shot me the occasional glance accompanied by a smile. He nudged me with his knee under the table when things seemed to get a little heavy or awkward. He was good at reminding me that this was new to the both of us. We were feeling around blindly, but we were doing it together.

We had finished brunch without interruption. We'd received our phones back from Alice and the second the table was cleared we'd all stood to wish our goodbyes. Polite cheek kisses and handshakes were distributed evenly and then Jasper had reminded me rather quietly, but pointedly that I needed to let him know that I was alive when our plane landed. My mother had started to tear up and my sisters had promised to keep my studio afloat and plants watered, before Emmett had led me away and through another wave of flashing lights and shrill screaming. We'd been driven to the airport and ushered quickly through security. We'd gotten on to the relatively small plane in an astonishing amount of time.

I let out a partial yawn and leaned my head against my head rest. Emmett turned and looked down at me, a smile forming.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he smirked and looked forward.

I nudged him with my elbow.

"Emmett."

"Yeah?" he turned to look at me again.

"Our families are…"

"Something," he finished.

"Yup."

"Jasper loves you," he shrugged, "I would like to think I would be that protective of Alice when she brings a guy home, let alone marries the man. I've dealt with worse," he admitted, "I get torn to shreds by people I barely know every day."

"Of course," I shook my head.

"But, I didn't tell Edward, or anyone else for that matter, to look in to you or your past."

"I can understand why you would," I shrugged.

"But I didn't," Emmett said dryly, "and my family should stay out of our business," Emmett's voice was monotone, "especially Edward."

"He cares about you."

"Yeah," he looked out of the window briefly and then back at me, "but my mother and Alice dote on you and they're the only opinions that matter," he shrugged, "and I think Kate, Irina and your parents are okay with me."

"My family will get over the initial shock."

"So will mine."

"You think?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I know," Emmett nodded, "You aren't a gold digger, Rosalie, and my family loves everyone. Edward is just a fan of confrontation."

"Yeah, well so is Jasper," I reminded.

"It won't come to that," Emmett pushed stray strands of my hair behind my ear, "If we like each other, our families will fall in line. That's what they do when they love people, they support them."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Emmett licked his lips and my heart skipped a beat at the sight and the brief thought that he would kiss me, "Your family's approval of our relationship means a lot to you, huh?"

"Doesn't it mean a lot to you?" I countered, hoping my face hadn't turned red from my previous thoughts.

"No," he admitted, "I love my family, but they're human. They make mistakes and I won't let their bad judgement come between me and a potentially amazing relationship. I love my family and I would never cut them off or anything, but if they didn't like my wife, that wouldn't be cause for a divorce. Our marriage is between the two of us, not the two of us and other people. When you get married you become one with your wife. My parents are one. Edward and Bella are one. If I argued with Bella, Edward would side with his wife and that wouldn't upset me. When you get married you leave your home. You become the head of your own household and in our house, you are my other half and we are united. It's an us against the world thing."

I opened my mouth and then closed it.

"Emmett-"

"My family likes you," he clarified, "I was just speaking hypothetically," he chuckled, "It won't be an issue… They like you," he repeated.

"I never thought I could be with someone my family didn't like, let alone marry them" I admitted, "I never looked at it your way."

"I made a vow to you, Rose," Emmett put a hand on mine on the arm rest, "and I take my vows extremely seriously."

He looked at me and I let my gaze drift over his face. He went from joking nonstop to jumping head first in to extremely touchy subjects and I wasn't sure how to keep up. He was gazing at me, looking at me with a weird intensity to made me want to wiggle in my seat.

"Obviously," I said softly.

Emmett let his eyes leave mine.

"Sorry," he shook his head a little as if to clear it, "I drift from main points easily sometimes."

"Tell me what you really do," I blurted.

Work was okay. Work was safe. It was a subject that wouldn't require much emotion. It was territory that they could both wade in without fear and without that burning intensity that Emmett could just produce from thin air.

"It's all boring, Rosie," he scoffed.

"Rosie?" I looked at him incredulously.

"Rosie," he repeated with yet another smirk toying with the edges of his mouth, "but if you want me to tell you about it I can," he clarified, "It isn't a big secret or anything."

"I want to know."

"Okay," Emmett cleared his throat and sat up a little taller, "I own a company- Cullen Enterprises that specializes in public relations. I help companies get their shit together. I didn't lie to you or anything," he scratched the back of his neck, "I really do just buy old companies, revamp them and then sale them. I just happen to be pretty good at what I do. I'm pretty good at reading people and guessing the best outcome for the target audience. And I buy lots of stocks. Alice is amazing with that sort of stuff. She has an act for it, believe it or not. She has a way with numbers and probability."

"And you're based in the city?"

"Yes," he nodded, "It's 7 floors of hard work, blood, sweat and tears and everything goes through the one building and everything goes through me."

"So," I crossed my feet at the ankle, "When you're working on several projects you're literally working on several projects?"

"Yes."

"So, you have to have good time management?"

"Yup," Emmett chuckled and ran his tongue across his teeth, "I have excellent time management and I make sure that I always have the best and most sufficient team behind me at all times. I make most of the final decisions because I know what I want and I know what will make my business successful. The key is making sure that the people around me can successfully make my dreams in to reality and if they can't I have to be willing to pause my personal desires long enough to get in there and do it on my own. You don't get successful from hiring other people to do your work, Rosalie. You get successful by hiring other people to back up that work," he paused and then chuckled again, "I'm talking in circles. I'm sorry," he leaned his head back against his seat, "but I have excellent time management and I will always have time for you," he took a deep breath, "if that was why you were asking," he clarified, "Our marriage is a priority."

"Like work?" I responded.

"Like family," he corrected, "but, tell me more about your dance studio."

"There is definitely nothing to tell," I leaned my own head back against the head rest.

"How did you end up with a dance studio?"

"I've always loved dancing. It was my second love after soccer so-"

"Did you play soccer in college?" Emmett interrupted.

"I did," I sat up taller at the sound of people talking somewhere in front of them.

"What position did you play?"

"I was a last defender."

"So you were brutal?" Emmett turned to look at me and a large smile took over his face, "I can't believe it!" he clapped his hands together.

I laughed.

"You have to be," I said pointedly, "or you get ran over."

"Same rules apply in life," Emmett shrugged, "So, why didn't you stick with soccer? If you were good enough to play in college and it was your first love?"

"I wasn't professional good," I admitted, "and even if I was I wouldn't be able to deal with the away games and being based somewhere away from my family and dancing was fun. It was fun and it was… easy," I scoffed, "I was a better dancer than soccer player and I didn't have time to keep trying to get better when I could jump in to dancing and make money right away teaching classes."

"And money was more important than passion?" Emmett looked at me, no smile or twinkle in his eyes, just a gaze that made me partially want to fidget and partially made me want to snap at him.

"Definitely," I turned her head away from him, "I was one of the oldest and Irina was about to start college. I didn't have time to spend chasing a dream when I was able to get a loan big enough to open my own little shop. Sure, I ended up in debt," I sneered, "but overall it was a win. I'm doing what I went to school for and I'm able to help Irina and Kate get the things that they want without bothering Carmen and Eleazar," I uncrossed my legs, "Soccer was my passion, but that- making sure that Kate and Irina wouldn't end up in debt like me and Tanya- that was my dream," I turned my head back towards Emmett, "I'm living my dream."

Emmett nodded his head at that.

"That's noble."

"That's life."

"Good Morning!" a young lady stood before them, all brunette hair and long legs and offered them a smile, "Welcome aboard flight 493 to Indonesia. My name is Lainey Graham and I am your in-flight Service Director. I am here to ensure you have an enjoyable flight. Please fasten your seat belt and refrain from smoking while the no smoking sign is on. From captain Jackson and the crew, it is our pleasure to serve you today. If there is anything we can do to make your flight more enjoyable, please let us know. We will be departing in 5 minutes at the most," she nodded politely and then started back towards the front of the plane.

I looked around at the empty seats around us and then at Emmett.

"You booked a plane?" it came out shrill, my voice higher than imagined.

"No," Emmett scoffed, "My company owns one. We use it in regards to some of my more… complicated business associates."

"You use your private plane to entertain a bunch of old rich people?"

"No, I use my private plane so that I don't have to fly with a bunch of old rich people. It's so much more peaceful to fly separately. It's convenient when you need to see a business in person. It's cheaper in the long run and more efficient. It gives me the freedom to come and go as I please. It stops me from being stranded. I typically fix businesses. If a business needs fixing they don't typically have money to fly people out first class or even to get them to and from places. I don't like relying on other people and it isn't realistic to expect these suffering businesses to take on the needs of an entire public relations team."

"So, how do you make a profit?"

"They're struggling. They need money. I buy a piece of the company so when they start making money I make money by owning a share. I stick it out for a while just to make sure that they're floating and then I sale out for the same amount I brought in for."

"How noble," I feigned a swoon and Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah."

"What is there to give the man that already get whatever he wants?"

Emmett paused and he thought about it. He pulled his shades down over his face and turned to me. He pulled on my seatbelt to make sure that I was in securely and then settled in to his seat. He put on his own seatbelt.

I pulled my own shades over my eyes.

"Just be here," he said quietly.

I nodded at that. Emmett shook his head as if to clear it and the flight attendant made her way back out of the cockpit.

"Thank you for your patience," she smiled softly, "The use of all radio transmitting devices is banned at all times as they can interfere with the aircraft instruments. All portable electronic devices such as Walkman's, computers, calculators, must be turned off during takeoff & landing and cell-phones must not be used at any time. We will be taking off shortly. Please make sure that your seat belt is securely fastened. You will find controls for your reading flight, call button and the in-flight entertainment system on the inside of your seat armrest. To adjust your seat, push the round bottom beside the panel. Tea, coffee and a full bar service will be available throughout the flight. If you require any special assistance, please contact a flight attendant nearest you. We are here to ensure that you have a comfortable and enjoyable flight. Later on we will dim the cabin lights so you can get some rest. We recommend that while asleep, you keep your seatbelt fastened over the top of your blanket. This way it will not be necessary to wake you up should the seatbelt sign come on during the flight. If you don't want to be waken for breakfast, please advise a flight attendant. Thank you," she nodded softly.

"You're welcome, Lainey," Emmett grinned.

I rolled my eyes behind my shade. He was the poster boy of a company. He seemed nice, but I hadn't known him for very long. I was grasping at straws in all honesty. It was easy to get along with someone that was happy. It would take time to see how compatible we really were. That was how you learned people, by seeing them when they were angry and sad and stressed out. It was easy to be agreeable with someone as happy as Emmett. I licked my lips and moved my tense shoulders a little.

"I saw that," Emmett whispered as Lainey left them alone.

"What?" I didn't bother looking at him.

"They eye roll," he explained, "There's no need to be jealous, Rosie."

"Shut it, Cullen," I scoffed.

"Well," Emmett sighed fakely, "As you wish,"

I leaned back in the seat and let another yawn escape my mouth. A nap. That was what I needed.

A/N: Sorry for the filler, BUT I already started writing the next chapter sooo yay me and they'll actually be landed in the country soo woohoo!