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Here is the first chapter of the third story in the series Ageless Question Series. Read and review. I will try to update soon but I start school in three days and then I have retreat and I have to get ready because I am going to Forks for Bella's Birthday Party!!!!!!!!!! Hope you like this chapter :)
Troublesome Threes
Ch.1- Bittersweet
Edward's P.O.V.
"Daddy!" Renesmee cried.
"No Nessie. No more ice cream. You could have one scoop. No more." I said in a stern voice.
"I. Want. More. Ice cream." She yelled. She was stomping on the floor with her hands on her hips.
"Renesmee Carlie Cullen. I will not tolerate your rudeness. Now go to bed before you do anything else you'll regret." I said as I pointed down the hall to her room. Bella was out of town with my sisters and brothers. My mother and father were out in Port Angeles celebrating their anniversary so I was watching TV with Renesmee in our cottage. She was so sweet and cute when she asked me if she could have some ice cream and after a scoop she wanted more. At first, she took no for an answer. Then she asked again and when I said no she got upset. It went down hill, fast. She was pouting and whining for another scoop of ice cream and I kept up the no's. I wanted to just give up and let her eat the whole tub of it if she wanted, but then I would be a bad parent and she would turn into a spoiled, conceded, brat. My daughter was going to be a sweet, loving, understanding, loyal young lady in a few years. When =ever I thought about that, it made me sad. Then she would want Jake over me, eyeliner over lip balm, a boy's bed over her Mommy and Daddy's bed, and mini skirts instead of Mary Janes with a cute purple dress. I knew it was inevitable though, so for now I had to focus on being a good father.
"I don't want to go to bed." She said.
"Renesmee go to your room now." I said in a firm tone. She looked up at me. She was now the size of a three year old. The difference from being two was when she wanted something and wasn't going to get it, she argued instead of crying until we gave in. She would be as stubborn as hell unless we either a) intervened or b) gave in.
"No Daddy. You can't make me do anything." She said as she shook her hips and head back and forth. She also gained more attitude and sass being three. If only she was a boy. I would have no trouble putting her over my knee right now and giving her a good swat. But she was a small, fragile, little girl and I knew if I got really angry she could get seriously hurt and Carlisle wasn't here to fix her up.
"You have till the count of three to be in your room with the door closed Nessie. Otherwise you will be in even more trouble. One……," she didn't even flinch, "two……," she just stood there and looked at me with a I-really-don't-care-what-you-say-because-I-am-going-to-get-what-I-want type of look, "three." She still hadn't moved. "That's it Renesmee." I didn't want to have to punish her but I gave her the option and she chose this. I picked her up and swung her over my shoulder. She was punching and kicking me with all she had. I walked her down the hall and into her room. I set her on the bed. "Now you stay here and think about what you did and I will come in later to give you your punishment for your actions." To be honest, I had no clue what I was going to do to her. I closed the door and walked into the kitchen. I dialed my parental consultant.
"Hello. Dr. Cullen's phone. What's the emergency?" Carlisle spoke into his phone.
"It's me, Edward. Sorry, I didn't even think about calling your personal cell phone,"
"It's fine. So why are you calling me at 11:34 p.m.?" He asked suspiciously.
"Well Renesmee and I got into a little fight and I can't think of a punishment for her actions." I said.
"Well tell me what happen."
I told him what happen. The whining and yelling, the kicking and screaming, the attitude and the sass; he got it all.
"Well Edward, to be a good father you might have to think back at what your father would do to you if you were in Renesmee's situation." I thought back into my childhood. It was hard and unclear but I could remember what he would have done to me.
"He would have pulled down my pants and smacked me until my behind was beet red." I told him honestly.
"Do remember what you felt afterwards?"
I thought. "Definitely pain, but I also regret what I did and I learned my lesson." I told him.
"Is that what you want Renesmee to feel? For her to be seriously sorry for how she acted and never do it again?"
"Yes, but-"
"But what Edward? You have to teach her one way or another and this would seem the most effective way; am I wrong?"
"No, you're right Carlisle; but I don't want her to feel all the pain and hurt and how sore my butt was when my father spanked me."
"Do remember, you grew up in a time where fathers didn't think twice about the pain. Now we live in the 21st century where that would probably be considered child abuse. I'm not saying to not spank her; I'm just saying go a little bit easier on her, she'll still learn her lesson."
"Thanks Carlisle."
"Your welcome. But do keep in mind that you do have vampire strength which your father did not. So you may have to be extra light on your daughter. She still is half human."
"I will. Have a good anniversary and tell Esme I say hello."
"Have fun being a father. Good luck."
"Thanks, I'll need it." I Hung up the phone. This was not going to be fun. I never wanted to hurt my daughter but what she did was unacceptable. I walked into her room. I delivered her punishment. By the end she was crying and rubbing her bottom. She understood what she did wrong and didn't even fight me when I pulled her over my knee. She only got five swats which was very light considering that I in my day I got twelve to twenty. She sobbed into my chest. She forgave me for what I had to do and I forgave her for her actions. She ended up falling asleep in my bed. Being a bachelor was depressing, being a boyfriend was fun, being a fiancé was riveting, being a husband is joyful, but being father... is bittersweet.
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