Emmett stood on the patio observing the wildlife of the African jungle. The sun was beginning to set and he had just finished a fine meal of a few hyenas. Looking down, he noticed he had gotten a little blood on his shirt so he stripped out of it then listened closely for noises from his wife.

His young beautiful bride was fast asleep a few yards away. He had promised to take her into Johannesburg tonight since they would be leaving in a few days. Emmett still couldn't believe they had been there for two weeks already.

He smiled to himself as he thought about their time together. Jackie sure was a feisty little thing and he was actually quite proud of himself for the amount of restraint and control he'd been able to show. He couldn't wait, though, for her to finally be a vampire. Then he wouldn't have to hold back so much anymore.

Suddenly Emmett heard Jackie cry out from the bedroom. He was next to her in an instant, watching as she violently tossed and turned in the bed screaming. He desperately tried to wake her, but was terrified that it would scare her even more. This was not the first night terror she'd had while they were there.

When she finally opened her eyes, she bolted upright, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Emmett sat down on the bed, gathered her up in his muscled arms and placed her on his lap. Her breathing and heartbeat slowed as he gently rubbed her back.

"Another bad dream?" he asked.

She nodded.

"And you still won't tell me what they're about?" he questioned.

Jackie ran her hands through her hair and took a slow shakey breath.

"It's the same thing every time," she told him. "I'm running through the woods and John is chasing me," she sighed. "I see my house in Forks, so I run to it, thinking I can hide, but when I get there, somehow he's already inside," she explained.

"That's not it though," she took another deep breath before continuing. "I walk into the living room and he's standing there, over your dead body, and he's laughing." Tears began streaming down her cheeks. "He's laughing and he's holding your detached head in his hands," she finished as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

He tried not to, but slowly Emmett began chuckling. Soon enough his entire chest rumbled with laughter.

With a confused look, Jackie looked up at him. "Do you really think this is funny?" she questioned.

"Do you really think John can kill me?" he shot back.

"I don't know," she snapped. "Maybe?"

"Wow," he said looking dejected, "really?"

"He's an ex navy seal, Emmett," she huffed in agitation as she hopped off his lap and began pacing. "I've seen him do things," she replied. "He can kill you thirty seven different ways with a popsicle stick," she raged.

Emmett sat there, silently listening and saddened by the fact that she had such little faith in him. He rubbed the back of his neck before finally answering her. It actually made him slightly angry knowing that all these nightmares had been because she thought a human could kill him.

"Do you have any idea how strong I am?" he challenged, his voice a mix between irritation and arrogance.

She looked up at him, inspecting his incredibly large frame that was perched on the edge of the bed. He rolled his broad, muscle covered shoulders at her while his ripped, bulging arms rested across his enormous chest. Emmett's body was the epitome of strength, exuding raw power that no one else in the world possessed.

"I could snap him in half like a twig," Emmett snarled. "I could pulverize an entire fleet of tanks with my bare hands," he continued as he got up from the bed and stalked towards her.

Wrapping an arm around her bottom, he crushed her body to his. One of her hands gripped his arm while the other rested against his cool, bare chest for balance. He looked down into her eyes before bending down and whispering in her ear.

"For you woman, I could level a damn mountain," he said, his voice husky with desire.

As if demonstrating his strength, he easily lifted her up with one hand and flashed into the shower. Jackie suddenly found herself crushed between Emmett's rock hard body and the shower wall. Her legs locked around his hips and she couldn't help but smile. She always felt so weightless in his powerful grip. She really was dumb for ever thinking John could kill Emmett.

"You look good in my shirt," he told her, bringing her out of her thoughts as he ran his hands up and down her body. "But you'd look even better naked," he smiled.

With that, he ripped the shirt to shreds before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

"Emmett, no-" she cried, but it was to late, he'd shredded those too.

"I liked those panties," she pouted up at him.

He smirked back, menacingly at her before roughly grabbing one of her slowly hardening breasts.

"My dear friend," he spoke to it as he gently cupped it in his hand. "Oh how daddy's missed you," he teased as he ran a thumb over the aching tip.

Without warning, his mouth covered her peak and he soon began tugging and sucking on it. Jackie arched her back, moaning as she gripped his head and tried to pull him closer. God, she could drive him wild with those little noises she made.

His growing manhood throbbed against his jeans, screaming to be released. With a flick of his wrist, he'd ripped off both layers of pants and boxers, litterally. His thick heavy member flopped into his hand.

Vaguely aware of what Emmett had done, Jackie snaked her hand down between them and playfully smacked his hand away. Her hand gripped his enormous shaft. He was so immensely huge, that her hand couldn't even fit completey around him.

As she slowly began pumping, Emmett growled thrusting his hips into her hand. She gripped him harder, pumping faster, pausing every few seconds to tease his tip. Suddenly he slammed his fist into the wall next to her head. Broken tiles fell to the ground as he let out a thunderous roar of pleasure.

***
An hour or so later, Jackie walked out of the shower, wrapping an oversized fluffy towel around her body. She frowned slightly as her cell phone rang.

Who would call her while she was on her honeymoon, she wondered. She hoped something wasn't wrong with the girls.

A few moments later Emmett followed behind her. Wrapping a towel loosely and dangerously low on his hips. He smirked as he walked over to her, hoping she'd find his half naked body irresistible.

Just like her, he frowned when he saw her on her cell phone. Who would seriously call during their three week love fest, he wondered. She had just finished saying good bye when she turned around with an unreadable expression on her face. Instantly Emmett knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "What's happened?"

She continued to look at him with a blank stare. Running her hands through her hair, she sighed before answering.

"Bella's pregnant."