Emmett nodded. "I'll think of something to get you," he said, then scratched his head at Rosalie's reply. "Yeah, I know, but I mean we're not actually married, and it's before anything, so..." He sighed and pocketed the keys. "Okay, okay, I get the point." Emmett may have sounded exasperated, but he was definitely anything but. No matter how many times he married Rosalie, he would do it again in a heartbeat, a million times over. She was everything in the entire world to him, and the fact that she wanted him to carry her over the threshold was about as good as it got.
Grinning, he scooped up Rosalie as easily as if she weighed nothing. Of course, he could have done that even if she'd weighed as much as a Buick, but it was the message that counted. He carried his wife/fiancée into the house and flicked on the lights. It wasn't a huge place, but Emmett had liked its features and the fact that not only did it sit on a very secluded plot, they had a small stretch of beach all to themselves, too. Inside, there were the never-to-be-used kitchen and fireplace, and the furnishings the realtor had put in temporarily that Emmett knew Rosalie wouldn't want anyway, so he didn't care that they'd probably all soon be smashed.
"What do you think? Oh, and by the way, the realtors told me this place was built to withstand a category 3 hurricane."