Disclaimer: Rights belong to SM. I own the errors and the plot. I wish I owned Carlisle, maybe Jasper or both. Anyway I digress.

A/N: I decided to write one more little story before I post the next chapter of EC. I will then update BR, and then FKB. This is a little story I wrote about Carlisle and his little pumpkin Nessie. There are very man fics out there about Carlisle and his granddaughter. I have this one complete but will be posting the chapters separately. Enjoy.

Carlisle's POV

Papa, can we go to the toy store? Please?" Nessie asked me as I sat patiently waiting for her to finish her Chic-fil-A kid's meal. For the life of me, I couldn't understand how a child, who preferred animal blood as ninety percent of her diet, could even remotely find that appetizing. She smiled at me and I could hear the fluttering of her heart as it pumped blood through her veins. She was quite adorable today. Edward had wisely dressed her in a pair of jeans and sweater-hoodie, and for that I was grateful. The physician in me wouldn't have been able to take the child out in this unsympathetic weather without proper clothing.

"Sure baby. As soon as you finish eating your lunch we can go." Her face lit and I stretched my eyes in an exaggeration and smiled at her. She was so precious and indeed my child. Of course, she biological belonged to my son, but I still laid claim to her. She was a Papa's girl and her parents gave me plenty of leeway to spend time with her like this. Most of the time Esme came with us, but she was out of town this weekend on a trip with the girls. Edward and the boys were on a hunting trip, so it was just me and my princess today.

There was no reasonable explanation for Nessie's existence other than God himself had decided that I was worthy of the love of a beautiful child. Since I couldn't have one with Esme, my grandchild was my very own miracle; created especially for me. She was a beaming light in my world, and I couldn't imagine my life without her in it. Edward had given me a blessing that I wasn't able to give myself, and I gave thanks every day for her.

Nessie stole my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. I told Esme that another female had finally won my affection because I was head-over-heels in love with this child. I would do anything that was within my power for her. Everyone in my house knew this. Bella and Edward often scolded me for going overboard with her and spoiling her rotten, but they knew how much I enjoyed her. Her birth changed me—all of us for the better. We had always been a loving and supportive family, but she brought new meaning to our lives. She was jovial and loved to cuddle. She loved to run and play, to tease her uncles, or play dolls with her aunts. No one in the Cullen house tired of little Nessie.

It was quite hilarious that we all fought over her as if she was the cherished gold medal. I would like to think that I was her favorite; her first drafts pick, but somehow I think Jasper would fight me for that title. She loved hanging out with him and I would never tell Emmett, but I believed Jasper was her favorite uncle. That was just my opinion. Still, I was her favorite out of everyone in the house no matter how much they negated said fact.

Jasper and Alice loved for Nessie to sleep in their room when she came over. I did too and Esme never objected to the cutest little intruder invading our bed. Her parents objected, citing we needed our 'rest' and our 'privacy,' but we allowed her to from time to time. What could it hurt? She loved being close to us, and we enjoyed having her near us-especially Esme and Rose. Nessie was an answered prayer, and they seemed happier when Nessie was around.

Renesmee understood the ground rules quite well. She was very advanced for her age. She knew that whether or not her parents were around, she had to obey me and Esme as well as her aunts and uncles, and failure to do so carried consequences. It was rare that Nessie did anything to warrant too much trouble, but occasionally she got sticky. As will any child her age, she would often 'play in the wrong pond' and get into all kinds of mischief, but overall she was a well-mannered child and avoided such misbehavior.

Again, it was a rare and I do mean a rare occasion when she got in trouble with her aunts and uncles. When she did, she would usually give them her 'puppy-is-sad' look and they would end up babying her and giving in to what she wanted. The exception was with Emmett last week when she broke one of his new video games. He was a little more than perturbed and yelled at her for bothering his things without permission. She started crying as usual, but he made sure our leather couch held her firmly in place until Esme and I came home. When we walked in the door, her eyes were full of tears, arms crossed defiantly over her little chest, and poked out lips quivering. Of course, Emmett released her from her punishment at that point and when I walked over to her she jumped in my arms. Emmett explained what happened and Esme and I had a good talk with her about respecting other people's personal property. She apologized to Emmett and they became best buds again. It was pretty comical. The princess and her bear—bonding for life.

When it came to Esme and me, we just grounded her by taking something from her or not allowing her to go somewhere, but there were occasions we had to get a little stricter. I had only spanked Renesmee once, and that was when she threw a hurricane force tantrum and destroyed several of my most valuable books and journals, along with a lamp and my Mac laptop. She was upset because she didn't want to go to bed, and ripped through my study like a Tasmanian devil. She wanted to stay up with Jasper and Emmett, but it was already three hours past her bedtime. The little stinker became very disruptive when we tried to put her down for the night. She hauled off and stomped my foot then ran from me and into my study. Once inside she locked the door and decided to go a 'destroy-Carlisle's-prized-possessions-spree.'

After all was said and done, she ended up getting my belt for the first time in her life. Even though she deserved it, it broke my heart more than anything and I felt horrible. I'd spanked my children from time to time when they were "growing up" and when I felt they needed further correction, and though I always felt bad afterwards, it didn't compare to the feeling I had when I spanked my littlest angel.

I had certainly hoped that I would never have to spank Nessie. I knew that Edward spanked her because usually he or she would come running to me crying afterwards. He hated to discipline her like that and honestly used corporal punishment for serious, life-threatening infractions. Truthfully, he'd only spanked once or twice and it probably wasn't even a real spanking; certainly not like the ones he'd received. Normally, he was putty in his spoiled little girl's hands, but he put his foot down when he had to.

"Papa you should try these waffle fries. They are very good." She bit into one, shaking her head. Her ringlets bounced as she did, illuminating her innocence. She smiled as she nibbled and offered me one.

"Noooo thank you, baby girl." I frowned and shook my head. She giggled when I waved my 'no way' hands. "You go right ahead. That's all you sweetheart."

She nibbled again. "Papa, you're so silly." She smiled chewing like one of those chipmunks she and I had just finished watching on the big screen. She'd been dying to see that new movie 'Chipwrecked,' so I'd promised her I'd take her this weekend. Of course, she wasn't going to allow me to forget that promise. She'd worried me all week about it, and I promised her countless times that we would go see it as soon as Saturday came. It didn't come fast enough for either of us.

I smiled and winked at her as she busied herself with her lunch. I crossed my legs to make myself appear more comfortable, and checked my emails and texts on my I-Phone that Edward had bought me for Christmas. I was personally content with my old flip phone, but my son insisted that I come out of the Stone Age, so I reluctantly agreed to switch.

There was a text from him that read: "Hey Dad. Are you guys having fun? Tell Nessie I love her and miss her. Love you too."

I replied to his text: "We are having a great time as always. Love my baby…oh and I guess I love you too."

Within seconds he replied: "Ha ha, old man. What are you guys up to?"

"Nessie is finishing up her chuck o'lunch, and then we're off to the toy store." I replied. "We just finished the film. I cannot comprehend the entertainment in talking rats."

"LOL." Was his response. "Welcome to my world. Don't buy Nessie any toys. She has enough junk. And make her mind you. If she doesn't, spank her behind if you have to."

I shook my head and laughed, delaying my response when I heard Nessie saying something to me.

"I'm serious, Dad. We don't need more stuff, so don't buy anything. We don't have room."

I texted him back. "Not my problem. Ttyl."

"It's staying at your house." He warned.

"Chao son. Love you."

"Not as much as I love you."

That last text brought a prideful smile to my face. I knew he meant it and words could not express how that made me feel inside the cold hollow of my chest. Edward would always be my baby, no matter how much he resisted being referred to as such.

I sat the phone down, smiling.

"Papa, a dime for your thoughts." Nessie interrupted my little moment.

"A dime?" She smiled. "A whole dime?" She covered her mouth with her tiny hand. "What happened to a penny?"

She shrugged and held up her palms with chicken in one and a fry in the other. "Inflation Papa."

"Ah."

What the hell was I thinking?

"So what are smiling about, Papa?" She asked. A blonde haired woman sitting at the table next to us smiled when I looked in her direction. I was actually reading a sign, but she apparently thought I was looking at her. I smiled back and nodded my head to acknowledge her presence.

"Oh, nothing. I was just reading a text from your father. He says he loves and misses you."

"Oh, Daddy misses me." She took another slow bite. "Papa, Mommy misses me too, right?" She asked seeking validation.

The blonde haired woman smile again. She appeared to be quite interested in my table. I couldn't be sure if she could hear what we were saying over the steady buzzing of other diners and shoppers, so I lowered my voice.

"But of course, princess. Everyone misses you when you're not around." The woman flipped her hair and smiled at Nessie who was beaming and nibbling like a mouse. This child was the slowest eater I've ever met.

"Is she your first?" The woman asked turning in her chair to face me. I smiled politely and turned in time to see her cross her legs. She was a beautiful woman, but paled in comparison to Esme.

Now how am I going to resolve this?

"Um…yes. She's my first." I said. It wasn't a lie. She was my first grandchild. This stranger didn't need all of the details.

The woman smiled and shifted so her skirt could rise a little higher. She leaned to adjust something on her shoe so that her cleavage was in full view. She was really pulling out the guns…literally. She looked up at me but held her current position.

"I have a son about her age." Nessie kept eating, playing with the toy that came in the meal. We had taught her to be 'very human' so she maintained a normal profile. The woman was not suspicious at all.

"I'll bet he's a sport." I offered, easily keeping my focus on her eyes instead of what she wanted me to focus on. I noticed that she'd inched her chair closer to mine and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I was used to this at work and just about everywhere I went. It pissed Esme off, but I just shrugged it off and ignored it.

"Oh he is." She turned towards my little granddaughter. "What's your name?" She asked her, winking. She was sitting parallel at my side now, her thigh about a foot away from mine.

Nessie smiled politely and was still chewing her food. "Nessie." She said.

"Oh what a pretty name for a pretty girl." The woman mused. She pulled her hair back causing her chest to heave. She smelled really good. I shook it off.

My sweet little cherub smiled again. "Thank you. It's really Renesmee, but Nessie is my every day name. I like that name."

The woman nodded. "Well I like them both."

"What's your name?" Renesmee asked.

As if this was the moment she'd been waiting for, the blonde said, "Ellen." She looked over at me and beamed. "What's his name?" She asked pointing at me. I brushed the tip of my nose and ducked my head to hide the smile on my face. I was sure she saw it anyway.

The one day I forgot my wedding band.

"My Gammy's name starts with an "E" like yours." Nessie danced in her chair. "Her name is Esme."

I nearly choked on a laughed that I swallowed.

Way to go Nessie! Good looking out.

"Oh well I'll bet your Gammy is something special." She winked at her. "You never did tell his name." She smiled at me and I smiled back.

Nessie sighed. "His name is Carlisle." She scratched her head. "He's a hawtie."

My eyes widened and I swear I blushed. I didn't have to guess where she'd learned that terminology. I was sure it came from Rose or Emmett, possibly Jasper or Alice…hell maybe even her parents.

"I—uh…" I stammered.

"Yes he is."

Oh for the eternal love of God.

"That's what my Gammy, Auntie Alice, and Auntie Rosie always says when they don't know that I'm listening. They think he's cute." She sniggled again and I slid further down in my chair. There was absolutely zero privacy in our home.

Nessie giggled. It was obvious that Nessie thought the woman understood that I was her grandfather, but the woman had somehow missed that bit of information. I think she was thinking that Nessie's Gammy was my—'mother?'

Now that's just an incorrigible assumption. I shivered at the thought. That's just damn revolting.

"I agree with them." Ellen turned towards me and laughed at my embarrassment. She extended her hand and flinched when she felt the chill and firmness of mine in hers. "Hi, Carlisle. I'm Ellen."

"Hi." I said shyly. "Um…please don't pay her any attention."

"I think she's adorable." She was glowing. "You know what they say? If you want the truth ask a child. Children will tell your business."

"Yeah, they are always saying something."

Ellen laughed. "Your daughter is quite the charmer." She whispered when Nessie dropped her toy. She caught it before it hit the floor, almost too fast.

"Yes. Yes she is."

I was not shocked that Ellen thought I was Nessie's father. I might have been three hundred years old, but I looked every day of twenty-three. I could as best pass for maybe twenty-seven if I dressed the part. At work most people thought I was about twenty-nine or thirty depending on my attire and demeanor.

For my special day with Nessie, I'd dressed comfortably in Abercrombie and Fitch jeans and the matching navy deer brook sweater, and certainly did not look anywhere near somebody's grandfather. I should have corrected her, but I wouldn't have been able to pass the lie that I had Edward when I was young. I would have had to have him at twelve to fourteen, but that would make him a father at like nine to eleven years old. In that case, unless Bella was a mere minor herself, someone was going to jail for sexual assault on a minor, and Esme and I was going to catch a child welfare case for not supervising him properly.

"Um-" I started.

"Don't worry. They all are at that age." She interrupted. "My son is a handful. He's with his father today, unfortunately. But what can I do? Visitation is visitation. Court's rule." She smiled. "At least you actually do stuff with your daughter on the weekends. My son's deadbeat father just lets him stay in the house and play video games and fill him up with junk while he plays 'poke-her' with his girlfriend."

Wow.

"Do you live around here?" She moved in for the kill and shifted her legs so I could see a lot more skin.

"Papa!" The woman looked surprised when Nessie referred to me as her Papa. "I'm done!"

Thank you blessed Lord!

I immediately stood up and started to clear the table.

"Can we go to Build-A-Bear now, Papa?" She asked getting out of her chair.

"Put your coat and cap on, please Nessie." I picked up her tray and smiled to the woman who looked quite confused. Nessie busied herself at almost inhuman speed putting on her clothes. Good thing the woman was too busy trying to figure out if I was Nessie's father. She certainly didn't look like me. That should have been a dead giveaway. If Edward had been here with us, she would have known instantly who the father was. Nessie looked just like him.

"There's no hurry, sweetheart." She instantly slowed her motion when she registered the silent instruction for her to slow down on my face.

"Okay." She said. "Papa, you said we could go get toys when I got done eating." She reminded me again.

"I said we could go buy one toy when you finished." I corrected her. I was already going to have to bat Edward off about bringing home stuff. I certainly didn't need to be in trouble for buying out the store.

I carried the tray to the trash can and walked back to the table. We adjusted our chairs and I smiled at Ellen who was looking me over with interest. I was so glad Nessie had gotten me out of this hot water. I would have had to let her down easily. Esme was my one and only.

"Well, you have a great day." I said politely, smiling to her as I put my cap and scarf on. Nessie was at my side now pulling on the hem of my sweater. "It's very cold out. Try to stay warm."

She stood up and pulled her skirt down before sitting in the chair again. "Oh yeah. You too." She turned to Nessie. "Have fun at the Build-A-Bear store. I hear they have Build-A-Princess today."

I looked down at my beautiful little granddaughter whose eyes widened like saucers. "Papa, let's go!"

I laughed. "Alright. Alright." I briefly wondered if my admirer noticed my latent British accent. "We're going."

We waved to the very disappointed young lady and left to go to the store. I walked ahead of her stopping briefly to take Nessie's little chubby hand. She might be half vampire, but she was very much half human. More importantly she was in my care and I certainly didn't feel like beating somebody's ass for trying to snatch her in this crowded mall. She took it and skipped along beside me, earning me several adoring looks from the ladies as we passed them. Of course, I flash them the magic Cullen charm and they melted. I smiled to myself, thinking Esme would be slapping my arm right now if she were here.

A/N: Well there you have it. Carlisle spending some time with his little one. How about this trick in the mall all up on him? Not that I blame her though…he is hawt! I love Carlisle. He is by far my favorite character. As I said earlier, I did something I've never done before. I finished a story before I started publishing. It is complete but I want to post as several chapters. Please leave your reviews. Thanks!