Tanya POV
Esme opened the door looking flustered and slightly annoyed. She ran a hand through her hair as she invited us inside.
"And, um, excuse the mess," she said nervously. "We're supposed to be in the middle of renovating, but it's chaos at the moment."
We laughed and followed her inside, assuming it couldn't be worse than our house on a good day. We were wrong. There was stuff everywhere, a half painted wall, ripped up carpet and all the furniture had been pushed to the side.
Esme sighed, frustrated. "Carlisle Cullen! Get your arse down here and do what you were supposed to do an hour ago!"
He appeared at the top of the stairs and smiled sheepishly at her.
"It will take you like five minutes, you can't avoid it, so just do it already," she said threateningly.
"I'm still doing the first thing…" he admitted.
"Ugh!" Esme threw her hands in the air. "Why?!"
"Because you keep yelling at me and its distracting." He smiled.
"I'll give you distracting if you don't hurry up," she muttered under her breath. "Can you not work and listen?"
"I thought you said that men couldn't multi-task." He was teasing her and she knew it.
"Just paint the god-damn wall." She rolled her eyes and walked out onto the back deck where Alice was. We followed her, except Garrett who stayed with Carlisle.
"He's not going to finish it, you know that right?" Alice asked Esme.
"Oh he'll do it, you just wait and see."
Edward laughed upstairs. "So will Edward!" Bella yelled down. He stopped laughing when we all snickered.
There was a crash inside, followed by more laughter.
"Esme, your husband's a retard," Garrett giggled.
"Don't tell me, I don't want to know, I just want him to paint the wall."
"I think you should resign to the fact that I'm not going to," Carlisle said, coming out onto the deck. His clothes were semi covered in the grey stuff.
"Why not? It will take less time than it will if you stay here and argue with me." She really was getting annoyed now.
"One; because it had wall paper stuck to it that Emmett hasn't taken off, and two; I don't want to."
"EMMETT." She did look scary now. I didn't think it was possible. Carlisle laughed but stopped when Esme glared at him.
"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going," Emmett mumbled as he came down stairs.
"You're still painting it." She pointed at her husband.
"Good. I want to paint it," he replied somewhat sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes and went to supervise. She was gone for a few minutes before we heard her again.
"CARLISLE."
He winced. "What?" he asked it like he was waiting for an explosion.
"If the dish washer is FULL when you're done loading it, why didn't you TURN IT ON?!"
"I forgot…"
"What do you mean you forgot? You see that it's full and then you just walk away and leave it like that?"
He laughed. "You think I made a conscious decision not to turn it on?"
She glared.
"Do you know how much more of an ass hole that makes me?"
"Why didn't you turn it on?"
"Because I'm stupid! It that not a good enough answer? I didn't see it and go 'oh look it's full, I'm going to leave it there to annoy Esme"! I'm just stupid!"
She covered her face, laughing at his outburst. "Go paint your wall."
"Fine," he mumbled in defeat. He went back inside and shooed Emmett away.
"Thank God," Esme sighed in relief. "Now I just have to get Emmett to get rid of the carpet and we'll be getting somewhere."