AN: I'm new here, this is my first story. And I'm just going to say, this isn't my own idea. I know that's lame. Truthfully, I was writing one and changed my mind. So, this story idea came from: Edward-Cullen-Lova01. If you're reading this, EC-Lova, and would like me to delete this I would totally understand! Everyone that took the time to read this you should read hers! It's a lot better in my opinion!(Link at bottom!)

Disclaimer: Everything that Stephanie Meyer or ECLova doesn't own, I do:)

Carlisle

Watching my three sons with my only daughter was the one thing that could make me smile no matter what was going on. I usually ended up tearing up, which made them roll their eyes at me. They were just so gentle and caring. Since my wife, Tanya, died two years ago, they really stepped up. Sophie meant the world to us, my little spoiled princess. Only four when her momma died.

Jasper is twenty-one; he still stayed at home and went to the college just out of town. Edward is nineteen, a senior at the high school. And my youngest son, Emmett, is eighteen, a junior. I loved my sons with all my heart, and I was so glad they turned out to be wonderful men. They rarely fought, and interacted with Sophia with such ease it still amazed me this day.

As I left the house for my shift at the hospital, Jasper and Edward were sitting on the couch, Sophie sitting between them; legs on Edward's lap, head on Jaspers. Emmett was lying on the floor in front of them, watching Bug's Life with such curiosity, I laughed out loud.

Jazz and Edward all shot a curious look at me, though Em and Sophia stayed glued to the TV. I nodded at Emmett, and they to laughed.

"Alright, I'm going now." I said hesitantly. I had no problem trusting my son's; I just hated to leave them, "I love you."

"Bye dad," Emmett said, eyes still on the TV.

"See you in the mornin' pops!" Jasper said, smiling.

"Don't worry, Dad. We can take care of her," Edward assured me.

I nodded my head, "Bye, Sweet Pea." I said as I unlocked the front door.

Sophia hopped of the couch and wrapped her arms around my waste. I had been trying not to baby her; she was six now. But it was so hard to resist. I pulled her up into my arms and kissed her forehead, "I love you," I told her.

"I love you too," She said sleepily, "And when I get bad dreams, can I call you?"

"Of course, sweetie. You don't even have to think twice about it." I answered, smiling.

I let her down and she went back to the couch.

"Jazz," I said as I was half way out the door, "Bed time at nine, please." He smiled and nodded, then shooed me out the door.

Jasper

"Jazz," Dad said, as he was half way out the door, "Bed time at nine, please." I smiled and nodded; I knew how to take care of my sister. He lingered in the doorway so I signaled for him to leave. He shut the door behind him; we all waited to hear the sound of his car leaving before we moved. Sophia jumped off the couch and tacked Emmett. Dad didn't allow roughhousing, and rightly so. But Soph look so happy when I allowed it, it was hard to say no.

Mom killed herself two years ago; Edward, Em and I knew it was coming. Her depression was too much for her to handle. Sophia still wasn't able to understand, 'Where is momma, Jazzy?' she asked one night. I cried myself to sleep that night, my poor baby sister.

Edward, Em and I loved our baby sister more than anything in our lives. She is our world. If Sophie aint happy, aint nobody happy! I smiled as I watched Edward join in as Emmett ticked her. She squealed and squealed,

"Stop it, Emmy, stop!" She screamed again.

"Careful, Em." I warned.

He rolled his eyes, but let her breathe for a minute like I asked. Sophie had asthma; that could act up very quickly, and get bad fast. We all kept an inhaler with us just incase.

"Jazzy, can we have ice cream?" She asked.

I bit my lip, "Its almost eight, Sopapilla." I answered. Sopapilla is a nickname Em got for her while in his Spanish class; it's some sort of pastry in Mexico. It's pronounced So-puh-pea-yuh.

She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Come on, Jazz." Edward whispered from beside her.

I sighed in defeat, "Alright, fine. Just a little bit."

She smiled widely then giggled and hopped onto the couch, "I want to be a monkey, Jazzy!"

I gave in quickly and let her climb onto my back as I walked into the kitchen.

"Suck up!" Emmett shouted behind me.

"Shut it, Em!" I yelled back. Sophie laughed.

"What bowl do you want, Sopapilla?" I asked as I entered the kitchen.

"Green, Jazzy." She told me.

I grabbed a stack of four bowls, making sure Sophie saw I got the green one out too. I went to the freezer and got chocolate icecream out for me, vanilla for her and mint for Em and Edward. She sat on the counter while I scooped her ice cream. I walked back into the living room, Sophia following me and gave Edward and Emmett theirs. The doorbell rang, and Edward stood to get it.

"I got it man," Emmett said, pushing him back down; he bolted the door.

"Hey." A husky voice said when he answered. I didn't recognize it.

Emmett stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

"Who's that, Edward?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Probably someone from school."

"I can see!" Sophie offered.

"I'm sure he's fine, Sopa." Edward told her, "Just eat."

She complied quickly, and dug in.

A few minutes later, Emmett walked in with a bloody nose.

Sophie's eyes grew big, "Emmy!" She shouted.

"Emmett! What happened?" I yelled.

"Nothing, chill. Just a friend from school." He answered coldly.

"Who?" Edward asked, mirroring Emmett's tone.

"Friend from school, I told you that!" Emmett yelled back.

"Emmett, who was that?" I asked more sternly. Sophie burrowed her head into my neck and whimpered. "Edward, take Sopapilla upstairs for bed." I said, my cool voice frightened her.

"Come on, Soph." He picked her up out of my lap and started to go up stairs.

"I want to give kisses." She cried at him.

"They'll come up stairs and say goodnight in a minute, Sophia." Edward said, still going up the stairs.

"Edward!" She begged.

He sighed, "Not now, Sophia."

She started to cry, but now was not the time to let her have her way. I needed to know who was outside. As soon as I was sure they were upstairs, "Emmett, who the hell was that?" I yelled.

"Friend from school," He said again, "His name is Robbie."

"How do you have a bloody nose then, Emmett? If he is a friend from school?"

"We were messing around, bro. Don't freak out."

"Don't freak out? Emmett! You are so clueless! You could've been seriously hurt messing around out there!"

He sighed and wiped his face on his sleeve, "Dude, calm down!"

I studied his face; he didn't seem to be lying. "You better not be lying, Emmett." I warned, "You could be endangering Sophia." I said finally.

Horror struck his face, "Nothing will touch her." He vowed.

"Fine, Emmett." I said after another minute, my voice still strong.

"I want Daddy!" We heard Sophie shout from upstairs.

We both bolted up the stairs and into her room. But she wasn't there; we heard her scream again from dad's room.

Edward was sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing her back.

"Jazzy!" She cried.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked.

"I want Daddy home!"

"He'll be home soon, Sopapilla."

"But I want him to protect me," She said.

"From what?" Edward asked.

She cried into the pillow without answering.

"She won't answer me, Jasper. She won't!" Edward shouted at me. He was scared; Sophia usually told us everything.

"Calm down," I told him, "Sopapilla, honey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I want daddy!" She screamed at me.

Emmett had his phone in his hand, contemplating whether or not to call him.

"Sophia, I cant call daddy and tell him you want him home, we need to know why." Edward said calmly.

"Cause I want him!" She cried. I put my hand on her shoulder, which she yanked away from me.

My heart broke for her as I studied her face; she seemed truly scared. "Edward, what happened while I was downstairs?"

"We came up here, brushed our teeth. When we were walking back when she ran into my room, grabbed my blanket," he pointed to the blanket that was wrapped around her, "Then right into here. Then she started screaming for dad... Jazz, I don't know what happened."

"Call him, Emmett. Let me speak to him."

Emmett dialed the hospitals number than handed his phone to me.

"Forks City Hospital, this is Esme, how may I help you?"

"Esme, it's Jasper. I need to speak to my father." I said quickly.

"Daddy!" Sophie whined again. Edward pulled her up into his lap. She clutched his blanket.

"Oh my, Jasper! Is everything alright?" She didn't pause to let me answer, "Ill get him right away!"

"Edward," Sophie whined.

"What is it, Sopa?" He asked, calling her by the nickname of the nickname. She had far too many nicknames.

"I want daddy to be home." She cried again.

"Jasper?" Dad's voice was wrung with worry through the phone. "Jazz, is everything alright?"

"Dad, I don't know."

"Daddy!" She screamed, lunging for the phone but then pulling back into Edward.

"Jasper, Ill be home in ten minutes. Giver her some water and hold her. You seem to calm her down."

"She wont let me touch her - Em or I. Only Edward.... I don't know what happened."

"Give her some water, hum mama's lullaby. Tell her daddy will be home." I thought I heard him say, "Jasper, keep my baby safe." Before the line went dead.

"Em get her some water in a cup with a lid." I told him, "Sopapilla, daddy will be home soon."

"I want him right now, Edward!" She clutched at the blanket.

"I know, honey, I know." He started humming the lullaby mom used to sing without being asked.

She still cried, though more quietly now.

Emmett was back with one of Sophie's favorite cups. One of the four that she suckered dad into buying her at Disneyland last year. This one was Tinker Bell, you pulled her back and a green bendy straw would pop up, and you push her back up and the straw moved back down.

"Here, Sopa, drink some water." I asked her. She snatched the cup out of my hands, but drank nothing. She only clutched at Edward's face and sweatshirt.

AN: Sorry for the long one up there…this one will be short! Thanks for reading, Ill try updating as soon as possible, I have a lot written out right now…reviews would be nice but I'm not going to be the people that say I need this many reviews before I update. Contructive criticism is ok!

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