Summary: Edward never knew what it was exactly that he really wanted most…. Was it acceptance? Or a loving family…? Was it love? Or what it simply to have his Father back? Or maybe it was something less inevitable… something he had never experienced before? The love of a mother.

Chapter One: Dinner Table

*Clang!*

Edward's silverware fell onto the floor again. Peg turned her head slightly with embarrassment and sighed. She then shook her head at her little boy across from her who kept staring at Edward's "hands".

*Clank!*

Despite her constant warnings, her son paid her no attention, and his eyes would almost instantly wander over to a blank stare at poor Edward.

*Chlank!*

Minutes went by, till the rest of the family was finished. Hours went by and the lights were cut out, yet Edward and Peg were the only ones left at the table. Peg just sat still, not looking at Edward, but not blankly staring. She waited patiently until she heard another "clank!" as Edward had dropped his last remaining utensil. With a huff Edward pushed back his plate and grunted softly in his throat. His head lowered and he stared at his lap.

Peg turned to him and gave out another soft sigh. "Oh, Edward…" She picked up his plate and his fallen utensils and slowly began to walk away, and then she stopped. She knew he was probably still hungry… and she knew she couldn't live with herself knowing she's taken food from a boy's mouth. "Edward?" she spoke to him, quietly. Edward's eyes grew and his posture rose up and he turned his head to meet eye contact.

"Yes…?"

"You're still hungry." Peg said. She did not ask it as a question, and nor did she expect any answer. She placed the plate in the microwave and warmed it back to its original temperature. Then, set the plate down in front of Edward again. He inwardly kicked himself and tried not to whine. He was fed up already… He couldn't eat it on his own. He couldn't even pick up his fork! He felt ashamed and sunk lower into his chair.

Peg noticed his dismay, and she pulled up a chair next to him. She unfolded a napkin from the table and gently tucked it into Edward's collar. "Okay…" Peg smiled. She carefully picked up a spoon in her hand and scooped up a soft dollop of warm mashed potatoes. "Open wide!" She grinned.

Edward stared at her. Not exactly sure what she meant, but in order to not disappoint her, he slowly opened his mouth. Peg nodded for him to open it wider and he grew more confidence as she nodded to him. She quickly slid the spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. Instinctively, he closed his mouth as the spoon entered and Peg withdrew it. Edward chewed and swallowed and Peg smiled.

"How is it?" Edward nodded his silent gesture of saying 'Gee wiz, its great!'

And so, Peg spoon-fed him his entire dinner within minutes. It wasn't long after she'd finished washing the dishes that Edward's eyelids began to drop and his head began to bob forward. He tried to keep his composure. Remembering what his father said about etiquette at the table, he tried his best to stay awake.

As soon as Peg came back to the table from the kitchen, Edward's head was laid on the table and his eyes were closed. Peg smiled and she gently rubbed his shoulders and whispered into his ear gently, "Come on, Edward." She gently pulled him up and led him into his bedroom.

"Where's Edward?" Peg asked early in the morning at the breakfast table when it was only her, her husband and her son.

"I don't know… I didn't hear any snipping this morning." Bill grunted as he began to eat. Their son just stared at t, everyone was tired that morning.

"Hm." Peg inquired, "That's not like him…" She set down her napkin and picked up her plate. "Excuse me." She smiled. Then, she carried her plate into the kitchen, washed it off and left the room completely.

She traveled through the white hallways of the house until she stood in front of Edward's door. She knocked quietly at first, and when she received no answer she knocked again. "Hello?" She called. "Edward are you alright?"

There was no reply. She knocked again, "Edward?" Then, there was a gentle shuffling from the other end of the door and she heard the rustle of his fabric as he approached. The doorknob began to twist slowly, almost as though he was hesitating about it, then it stopped completely. For a few minutes, it was just Peg and Edward standing silently, both waiting to open the door. Edward ended up opening in slowly, allowing Peg to see his scarred face. This time, there was a fresh, new cut on the side of his cheek, and Peg sighed heavily again.

"Oh, Edward…" She whispered softly to him. He lowered his head, feeling ashamed again. "Come here, Dear." She said as she pulled at his arm and led him into the bathroom. "Edward. It's just a little cut, you don't need to be so nervous, Dear!" Edward, was, in fact, shaking. She hadn't realized how much he had been shaking though, until she sat him down on a stool in the bathroom. She gently wiped some rubbing alcohol onto the new cut and covered it with a band-aid. Once she had finished though, she looked at the band-aid and noticed that it did not blend in with his pale complexion at all. Not one bit. Having the band-aid there looked worse and more noticeable than having the scars there. "Oh well…" She huffed softly. "We'll just have to deal with it.."

Edward glanced up at her with wide eyes. Then Peg remembered the reason why she was even there to begin with. "Edward, you weren't at breakfast this morning…" She looked at him, expecting either a great answer, or at least a good excuse. Edward's head lowered and he looked at her through his thick, unruly bangs. He wasn't sure whether or not he was in trouble. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed his mouth and lowered his head a bit more.

"I-I… I was practicing 'sleeping in'". Peg looked at him as though she were about to scold him, which, she actually was at first… until she came to realize that Edward has never "slept in" before. He always woke up with the rest of the family, and slept with the rest of the family. Edward was shaking with fear now. He didn't want to disappoint anyone… Especially not Peg. Peg touched his shoulders and pulled him into a warm hug.

"Oh, Edward…" She sighed. "You did nothing wrong, you don't have to be so afraid." She ran her fingers through his messy hair. Edward only stayed still and his eyes scanned the room nervously. "But how about next time… you just tell us ahead of time if you feel like sleeping in?" Peg drew back and looked at Edward's face and nodded happily. Edward cracked a small smile too.

Author's Notes:

This is actually one of my older stories, but it was still and still is my first Edward Scissorhands FF.

This takes place towards the beginning of the movie during the dinner table scene where Edward is trying to "eat" like everyone else.

And here's where I was wondering, (..."how did he live up here by himself if he can't even eat?")

Anyway. With that behind us...

Reviews are appreciated very much!