Disclaimer: I own this story and Martha....all else goes to Stephanie Meyer

Background

It has been six months since Carlisle found and changed Rosalie. For those past six months she has been nearly unbearable to live with, and Martha is growing tired of it. This story starts off with Martha venting to Edward.

Chapter One

Rochester, New York

October 1933

(Martha Cullen's POV)

"I have about had it with her." I said as I watched Rosalie race off to go hunting

"You know what Carlisle will say." my brother for the past fifteen years, Edward, said, talking about our father.

I made a face at the window, "Be patient"

Edward chuckled, and I felt him wrap his arms around me in a brotherly hug. He and I had been through a rough patch when he first arrived, but in no time we had become very close in a platonic way. We looked out for each other.

"Patience is a virtue" Edward said

"It's a virtue I don't have or want, if it means I have to put up with Rosalie's attitude."

Edward chuckled again, "I am sure it will pass"

"Do you have a definite date? I would like to plan a party to celebrate the end of this misery."

Edward playfully swatted my arm. "Be nice."

"Don't lie to me and tell me you aren't annoyed by her."

"Yes I am, but Carlisle has never led any of us astray before, and he believes that she just needs to make the necessary adjustments.

"Well if she doesn't make the necessary adjustments soon, I am going to readjust her limbs into a pile of firewood as soon as her newborn strength is gone."

"Martha Cullen!" a stern voice came from behind us. Edward and I spun around and I saw Carlisle at the second-floor landing of our house, gazing down at me sternly.

"Carlisle, Martha was just-"

"I heard Martha perfectly clearly, Edward, thank you" he replied calmly, "Martha, could you come up to my study for a moment? I'd like to speak with you."

Despite the wording, I knew this was not a request. I nodded slowly, "I'll be right up, Carlisle."

He nodded to me and disappeared back into his study. I turned to Edward.

"Be honest…when he says he wants to 'speak with me' does he mean with words? Or does he mean with his hand speaking directly with my bottom.

Edward was still for a minute before answering, "Words. He is going to give you a chance to explain yourself, so I suggest you make your explanation good if you want to avoid a spanking."

"So avoid phrases like 'Rosalie is a complete bitch.'"

"I would avoid such phrases if I were you." Edward nodded.

I nodded and gave him a quick hug before heading upstairs, I heard Edward quietly wish me good-luck.

I paused outside of the door to Carlisle's study for a moment.

"Please come in, Martha" Carlisle called from the other side

I took a unneeded deep breath and entered the room, closing the door behind me.

Carlisle looked sternly at me. "Martha, you know I do not tolerate even the threat of violence against each other from any of my children."

"I know Carlisle, I am sorry."

"If you know how I feel about such threats why make one?"

"I am losing it, Carlisle…Rosalie is driving me insane, I can't stand her sulking and complaining much longer…there is only so much you can expect me to take. If I behaved the way she has been, I would have had several trips over your knee by now."

Carlisle sighed, "The end of her human life wasn't easy, and she didn't ask to be changed."

"As opposed to who?" I asked, "None of us asked to be changed, and I doubt Edward asked to loose both his parents to the Spanish Influenza, and then nearly die of it himself. I doubt Esme asked to have an abusive husband, or to have her son die. I don't recall asking to be shot by a rifle."

"Rosalie's parents gave her everything she wanted, and then Royce King did the same when they were engaged" Carlisle said, "That is why she is having a hard time adjusting. Along with having to adjust to all of the differences between being human and being a vampire, she has to adjust to not getting her way, and she needs to deal with the hurt and betrayal she is feeling from those men who violated her, especially her fiancé."

"I thought that letting her slide on seven counts of murder was how we were letting her deal with the hurt and betrayal."

"She is feeling some very powerful emotions. They will not go away quickly. Please, Martha, just be patient with her."

"I am running out of my patience" I said, "Physically, Rosalie is three years older than I am, but she is acting like she is only three years old."

Carlisle looked at me for a moment before speaking.

"Martha, I understand that you are frustrated with Rosalie right now, however, that is not an excuse to threaten to use violence against her, even if she is not in the house and you are venting to your brother" Carlisle said.

My eyes looked at the deep wooden floors beneath me, "I'm sorry, Carlisle."

Carlisle lifted my gaze back up to him. "I know Rosalie is being very difficult to live with right now, so I will not give you a spanking for your threat downstairs."

I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Carlisle continued, "When Rosalie returns from her hunt, I will speak with her about her behavior."

"Promise?"

"I promise." Carlisle said, "You are right, Martha. It is time Rosalie starts acting like a member of this family, and if she can not manage to act her age, I will begin treating her the way she is acting."

I smiled, and stood up, "Thank you, Carlisle."

I was almost to the door when Carlisle called after me. I turned back to look at him.

"If I am going to hold Rosalie accountable for her words and actions, you will be held accountable for your words and actions. That means any more comments like the one you made a few minutes ago will have you back up here over my knee." he warned me.

I nodded, "I understand, Carlisle."