Disclaimer: The coincidences here are subtly intentional, but not meant for publish. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, and a major part of the plot belongs to Nina Bangs' Wicked book series. Any other coincidences are completely unintentional.
AN: mrs. whitlock-hale helped me write this. Half of the credit belongs to her.
A man was standing at a window, watching his four sons roll around on the ground wrestling with each other. Carlisle, the oldest at 23, looked like him so much; it was almost like looking in a mirror. The only difference between him and his son was the eyes. Carlisle had his mother's pale blue eyes. Emmett at 21 looked like a body builder, his arms were so thick. He had his mother's brown locks, but his dark brown eyes. Although where he got the muscle was beyond him. Jasper was 20, and he had also inherited his father's blonde hair, but instead of pale blue eyes like his brother and mother, he had hazel eyes that were very expressional. Sometimes they seemed more green than brown, sometimes more brown. Edward was the youngest, and he didn't look like his father or mother, but instead was a mixture of both. The boys' mother's father had an interesting shade of hair that Edward had inherited. The color was that of bronze, but instead of pale blue or brown eyes, his were a vibrant green.
"Boys!" the man said. Instantly, all four guys stopped wrestling, brushed off their clothes and walked inside to join their father.
"Yeah, Dad?" Carlisle asked, ever the curious kitten.
"Boys," he started. "I've decided that I don't want to run the park anymore."
"What?!?" all four said. The park was their father's pride and joy after them. Nothing in the world could've parted him with that park. And all four boys had part-time jobs there while they went to college at the same time. However, school ended in about a week, and Mr. Cullen was too old to take on the challenge of college students. Too many raging and out of control hormones to watch over and try to keep in check.
"Dad, why are you closing the park?" Emmett asked.
"Closing?" Mr. Cullen said. "Who said I was closing it?"
"But, you said—"
"Emmett, please let me finish, and all will be explained." Facing his boys and looking each of them straight in the eyes, he told the boys of his plan. "I'm too old to deal with that park now. I want you four to take control of it and—no, Emmett, please let me finish. As you all well know, all of you are finally of age to take control of your lives. I know you have jobs at the park, and I won't make you give them up—"
"Thank God."
"—but I need you four to take over the park for me," their father continued as if Emmett hadn't said anything. "Please, boys. I'm too old, and summer vacation is nearly here. I can't take all of those young hormones anymore. After the fiasco that was last year, I've realized that I can't run the park forever."
"Dad," Carlisle said. "We're flattered, really, but do you really think that we can do this?"
"Carlisle, I have every faith in you four. And besides, what else are you going to do? If I gave control of the park to your Uncle Aro, who knows what would become of it? He would just turn it into something that would benefit him. Carlisle, you're the oldest, so I expect you to keep everything running smoothly. Emmett, as the next in line, you will act as assistant to Carlisle when he needs it. Jasper, I will need you to take on a better security team. Out of the four of you, you're the most qualified to do this. Edward, it will be your responsibility to keep your brothers in check, and also to take on a medical staff. We'll need more people if we're going to survive this summer."
It was the longest speech he'd ever given his sons, aside from the "birds and the bees" one that their mother—God rest her soul—had practically forced him to give each of them when they turned 13.
"Dad," Jasper started. "We appreciate this a lot, we really do, but—"
"Sleep on it," he said. "Talk it over with each other, but please give me your answer before I go to work tomorrow. I'll need to tell the rest of the employees if you're going to be taking over management of the park."
"Thank you, Father," Edward said. "We won't let you down."
"I know you won't, son," he said, clearly dismissing his boys. They went upstairs to their respective rooms, each one deciding if they wanted to take their father up on his offer. In the morning, each would tell their father that they'd gladly take over control of the Wicked Castle Adult Theme Park and all of its entireties.
