So this won't be a series. It'll be a collection of one shots I'll add to as time goes on. But the characters referenced are the same, meaning it's still the same story. It will jump all over the place in terms of time but I'll set the scene before each chapter. All characters are human. Most of this is just Daddy Carlisle/Teen Edward moments. In this first one shot, Edward is fifteen.

Edward walks down the stairs as his father sets down the last of their dinner on the table. The fifteen year old practically throws himself into a seat and slouches back.

"Hey bub," Carlisle says, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Hungry?"

"I guess," Edward mutters, pulling away from his dad. Carlisle settles down into his own seat and they start eating. "Going out after dinner."

"Where are you going?"

"Just places."

"Edward," Carlisle says, giving him a Look.

"God, do you have to know everywhere I go?"

"Yes, you're my son."

"Fine, a group of us are going to the beach."

"It's too cold for the beach, you're going to get sick."

Edward rolls his eyes. "It's not that bad."

"I think you should just stay home."

"I'm going out." Edward shoves a forkful of chicken into his mouth.

Carlisle sighs, trying to pick his battles. "Who are you going with?"

Another eye roll. "Jasper, Garrett…"

"Those boys are seniors, aren't they?"

"So?"

"You're a freshman."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're just a kid."

"I'm not a kid, Dad," Edward says, slamming his fork down. "I'm fifteen years old!"

"I know that, you just turned fifteen. And they're eighteen and college bound. They're into stuff I know you're not ready for."

"There we go again. I'm too young, I'm just a kid…I'm not a little boy anymore!"

"Edward…"

"I'm going out." Edward jumps up and grabs his jacket. Carlisle sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Be back by curfew."

"Ugh!" Edward storms out the door, slamming it shut behind him. At all of fifteen, he was five foot five, still growing every day. His reddish brown hair was currently growing a little long on top, constantly covering his eyes. He recently had gotten both of his ears pierced, which upset his father.

Most people assumed that him and his father lived like two bachelors. Two guys, all on their own, women coming in and out, eating nothing but T.V dinners and takeout. Yet that was the furthest thing from the truth. His father was so protective, sometimes it felt suffocating. He had a curfew, which none of his friends did, his dad was always checking up on him, never knocked, always fussed over him. His dad still called him by those stupid embarrassing nicknames that he said he hated. There were days when they got along but others, all they did was argue.

"Yo, Cull!" Garrett pulls up next to Edward on the sidewalk, music blasting from the inside. "You ready?"

"Totally." Edward climbed into the car, glancing back over his shoulder. One of his dad's rules was that he wasn't allowed to drive with his new friends. Not that he listened to it.

"Everyone's meeting us there," Garrett pulls away from the sidewalk and heads towards the beach. "Surprised Daddy let you out to play."

Edward rolls his eyes. "Carlisle doesn't control me."

Soon the two are at the beach and joining their friends. It is a little colder than he thought it would be and he's not dressed for the weather in his ripped jeans and light t-shirt. He shakes it off and sits down with the group, wrapping his arms around himself.

"So my parents are letting me throw a party this weekend," Jasper says. "Best part is, they won't be in town."

"They're letting you throw a party when they're not there?"

"I'm eighteen, they really don't care," Jasper responds.

Carlisle wouldn't even leave Edward alone for the night. When his father has to work nights, his aunt comes and watches him. He couldn't imagine, even at eighteen, his father letting him throw a party unsupervised. He just shrugs and leans back into the sand.

"Are you gonna be able to come," Garrett asks him, casting him a knowing look. Not everyone knew about how protective Carlisle was, Edward did his best to hide it, but had vented to Garrett some, though now he regretted it. He was forever branded by Garrett as a "Daddy's Boy".

"Of course I am."

"Your dad's going to let you?"

"I told you," Edward responds confidentially. "He doesn't control me."

Carlisle gathers up the dirty dishes and makes his way to the sink. He glances over at the fridge where a picture of him and Edward hangs. It was taken just a few years ago, back when his little boy actually liked to spend time with him, back before he got this huge attitude. Back before he started high school.

Carlisle wasn't ever sure that he wanted children. Med school was his number one priority for a good majority of his life. When he finally made it and started at Forks Hospital, he met Dr. Edward Massen, chief of surgery. He took Carlisle under his wing and the two began hanging out outside work. Soon he met his wife, Elizabeth and their six month old son, Edward Jr. They grew closer, having BBQs and attending Christmas parties. For two years, he was a friend of their picture perfect family. He even grew to love baby Edward.

Then it happened. It was a night like any other at the hospital. Carlisle was about to go home when he heard there had been a bad accident. Not at all out of the ordinary for a hospital, but this one was important: the driver was Dr. Massen, Elizabeth in the passenger side. The two had been hit by a drunk driver and things were looking bad. Despite Dr. Massen being the chief, he wasn't wearing his seatbelt and Elizabeth was on the side that had been struck. Neither made it through the night.

Carlisle felt heartbroken. Sure, he had witnessed many patients die. It was nothing new. But Dr. Massen had become his best friend, Elizabeth was the sweetest woman ever. Not to mention, it left baby Edward orphaned. Not for long, however. Carlisle soon learned that his best friend and his wife had left him their son. Carlisle didn't even have to think about it. He took in the 2 year old and adopted him as soon as he could. Edward was so young, he didn't even realize what was going on. It wasn't long before he was calling Carlisle, "Daddy".

The two were closer than close could be, partners in crime. Edward wanted to everything his daddy did. To Carlisle, it seemed like that was just yesterday. Even when Edward was in middle school, the two were still close. Things didn't change until he started his freshman year. Suddenly he was too cool for his dad. He had long stopped referring to Carlisle as solely "Daddy" but even in junior high, it would slip out often. Carlisle hadn't heard that come from his son's mouth in months. He had an attitude about everything and was constantly arguing with him.

Carlisle knows that he coddles Edward. He knows that maybe there are times when he babies him. But to him, Edward still is a little boy. He doesn't want him to grow up so fast. But there was another part of him that was concerned about his friends. What were seniors doing hanging out with a freshman? He worries that maybe they would get him into some sort of trouble. Edward thinks he's an adult, but he's still a naïve kid.

Carlisle does the dishes and goes into the kitchen, opening up his laptop. The weather is looking terrible and it should rain. He pulls out his phone and calls Edward, only to get his voicemail. He sighs and hangs up the phone.

Around midnight, Edward walks through the door, soaking wet. It had begun to rain and he had to walk home in it. Garrett had left him for reasons he was too upset to even think about.

"Edward!" Carlisle jumps up from his chair. "Do you know how worried I've been?" He rushes over to him.

"Don't start, Dad." Edward says.

"Your curfew is ten o'clock."

"I said don't start!"

"Why are you soaking wet?"

"I walked home in the rain."

"You should've called me."

"Yeah and then I would've been the pussy who had his dad come and pick him up." Edward rolls his eyes.

"You're grounded, young man."

"Dad!"

"Don't, Edward. You scared me tonight. Not to mention, your attitude has been horrible lately. I've tried to be patient, but you need to remember that I'm the father and you are the child."

"I am not a child! I'm not your little boy anymore! Just stay out of my life!" He storms up the stairs and slams the door shut. He strips off his wet clothes and changes into just a pair of boxers. He gets under the blankets and looks over at his old teddy bear, just sitting on the other side of the bed. Why is this even still here? He pushes the bear off the bed and shuts his eyes, soon falling asleep.

Carlisle walks into Edward's room the next morning. He sees his son fast asleep. The words from last night echo through his head.

"I'm not your little boy anymore!"

It hurt. More than Edward would ever know. Deep down, he knows that Edward his growing up. But no matter what, Edward will always be his little boy. Even if he doesn't want to be.

Carlisle walks over to his bed and lightly shakes him. "Come on Edward, it's time for school." Edward groans and rolls over, so he's facing his father. He's so pale. Carlisle places a hand on his son's forehead, he's burning up. "Bud, you're burning up."

"I feel like crap." He leans over and coughs into his arm. Carlisle goes into his room and comes back with his at home kit. He sticks it in Edward's ear and hears the beep.

"101. Oh baby…" Carlisle mutters, stroking his son's hair. "What hurts?"

"My throat."

"Open for me, please," he reaches into his kit and is surprised when Edward opens his mouth. "That's my good boy." He shines the light in. "Your throat is a little red." Next he checks Edward's ears. "Those are all good. If anything, you probably caught something from being out in the rain all night."

Edward sighs. "No school?"

"No school. And you're spending all day in bed."

"But Dad…"

"No buts. Now lay here, I'll go get you some juice and medicine." Carlisle walks out and goes downstairs. He knows that Edward brought it on himself, but he can't help but feel bad. As a doctor himself, he finds himself needing to coddle Edward even more when he's sick. He just seems so helpless. After getting the juice and some medicine, he goes back up and gives him the medicine first. Edward scrunches up his nose. "I know it's yucky, but it'll help you feel better."

Edward sighs and sips his juice. "Why are you taking care of me?"

"Because you're my son, I'll always take care of you."

"I was awful to you last night."

"That was last night." Carlisle kisses his forehead and he sighs. "Edward, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Something. You've had a real attitude for months now."

"You're always treating me like a little kid," Edward confesses. "I'm not a baby anymore."

Carlisle sighs. "I know. But it's hard, Edward. You're all I have. Not to mention, the world's a dangerous place."

"It's not that dangerous."

"Ed, you are so blind to certain things."

"And so are you," Edward retorts with a scoff.

"Edward, you're so stubborn. Sometimes, I feel like you'd try to convince me the sky was orange if I told you it was blue. You're so spiteful, too. And I don't want you getting hurt."

Edward bites his lip. "You hate my friends."

"I don't hate them, but I don't like them, no. They don't seem to be good guys. Though, I do admit that I haven't given them much of a chance." Edward mutters something he doesn't understand. "What was that?"

"You were right."

"What happened?"

"Last night, they wanted to steal beer. And I told them I didn't want to, I didn't even want to drink. So they called me a pussy and Garrett wouldn't drive me home."

Carlisle sighs and pulls Edward into his arms. For the first time in forever, Edward doesn't pull away. He wraps his arms around his father and buries his head in his chest. "I'm sorry baby boy, but you know you did the right thing."

"Doesn't matter. I'm still branded as a loser."

"If they were your real friends, they wouldn't care."

"Not this speech."

"It's true." Carlisle kisses his temple. "You are a great boy and anyone would be lucky to be your friend."

"That's such a dad answer."

"It's the truth." Carlisle strokes his cheek. Edward sighs, feeling strangely content like this. "Now, anything else I should know about? Any girls?"

"No Dad, no girls are interested in me."

"That's surprising. Always thought you'd have to beat them off with a stick."

Edward's pale face blushes. "Dad." Carlisle chuckles.

"I know you're getting older, but I still want you to talk to me about stuff. I'm here for you."

Edward bites his lip. "Promise you won't freak out about it?"

"I can't promise I'll be perfect, but I will be there for you."

"I just…I want to be your little boy because I miss this…but I want independence…"

"I know, it's a hard age." Carlisle kisses his head. "But we'll figure it out together." He reaches down and picks up his teddy bear, putting it in his son's arms. "I love you, bub."

"I love you too, Daddy."

Daddy.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"I know I'm grounded but can we watch a movie?"

Carlisle grins. "Of course we can, bub." He grabs Edward's laptop and opens it to Netflix. Edward chooses an Adam Sandler movie and snuggles deeper into his father. Throughout it, he's coughing and sniffling, but clinging to his daddy the whole time. Half way through, he notices Edward's shivering and pulls back the covers a little. "Bub, you need to change into some jammies."

Edward groans. "Dad."

"You're freezing."

"But I never wear pajamas."

"Well you need to, go on." He pauses the movie as Edward gets up and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before getting back in bed. "That's my boy." Carlisle wraps the blankets around him and puts the thermometer back in his ear. "It's still the same as it was before. Luckily you have the whole weekend to relax and get better."

"Am I gonna have to go to the doctor's?"

"I don't think so. I'll be here to take care of you."

"Dad, don't you have to work?"

"I'll manage it. If anything, I'll have your aunt come by and watch you for a bit."

Edward sighs. "I don't need someone to watch me."

"You're sick."

"I can take care of myself."

"Edward, why are you so adamant on not needing help?"

"Because I'm fifteen."

"Yes, fifteen. You are still a kid. Trust me, you don't want to grow up so fast."

"Yes I do."

"No, you don't. You should still have fun and be fifteen. But it's okay to need people." He sighs and plays with the ear of his bear, causing Carlisle to kiss his head. "You don't have to grow up all at once."

"I guess you're right," Edward mumbles.

"Now why don't you take a nap? It'll help you feel better." His son nods and buries his head deep into his chest. Carlisle rubs his back until he finally falls asleep.

So this was the first one, hope you enjoyed it. Working on the next one right now. I do have a few ideas but if you have an idea for one, just let me know.