A/N: I know this kind of story has been done before but I can only hope that mine has its own originality to it. I know that we all love our Edward angst and tend to really enjoy stories where Edward gets a second chance at humanity. So please give this story a chance. This is just a simple prologue, but future actual chapters will be LONGER. And I hope to update weekly, but with college, you just never know…

Summary: By an unknown force, Edward is given a second chance. He is allowed to start life over. The Cullens raise him but problems do arise threatening vampirism again. Will Edward accept the Cullens once he knows what they are?

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer is the genius who does. This story is for non-profit and simply enjoyment.

Chapter One – Bringing Edward Home

-Carlisle's POV-

Today was a big day, a day for celebration – we were bringing Edward home. The week since his rebirth had flown by. Esme came with me to the hospital while the children stayed home and decorated for Edward's homecoming.

During the past week; Esme, Alice, and Rosalie had gone shopping and bought all the baby essentials we now required for our infant child. While I worked, Emmett and Jasper painted the room at our house – now being used as a nursery – a beautiful, soft, neutral green, nearly pastel. Then Jasper, using his artistic skills, stenciled patterns on the walls of a scenic Disney scene using the characters Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, and Eeyore. The room looked amazing. The boys did an awesome job! What made the room look spectacular was the gorgeous furniture and Disney curtains and mobile that had been placed in it. The room certainly did look like a nursery now, no longer Edward's former record-store appearance.

Looking over at Esme who was dressing our son brought a smile to my face. I am eternally grateful to Elizabeth Masen who made me promise to save her son back in 1918. I always knew Edward was a special person and realized that a force, unknown to myself, had brought me to him. Now that force had given Esme and me a beautiful son to raise, to give life to again. I will not let that force down; I swear my life to it and to my son… Edward.

"Carlisle, he's already to go. His diaper's clean and he's all dressed. Can we take him home now?" Esme asked me with a tinge of desperation in her voice.

I walked over to my wife and let me eyes lower to the baby laying restlessly on the bed, his tiny legs and arms moving in rigid motions. He wore what Esme and I had chosen for him from Alice's clothing selection that she had bought yesterday.

Carlisle smiled, "Everything's in order. We can head out now. We just have to put him in the car seat." As soon as Esme got the child situated, Carlisle clapped his hands together and declared enthusiastically, "Let's get Edward home!"

Esme smiled but warned her husband, "Drive the speed limit."

Carlisle chuckled lightly and they left to go to their car. Esme sat next to Edward in the backseat and hummed a quiet lullaby lulling the infant to sleep. About five minutes later, Edward was fast asleep.

Carlisle glanced back at Esme from the rearview mirror and smiled as he saw the content expression she wore. Turning his eyes back to the road, he asked, "What lullaby was that you were humming?"

"It's a lullaby my mother used to sing to me and one I used on my son when he was born. Now I am passing it on to Edward."

"Are there words that go along with the tune?"

"Of course; would you like me to sing to him?" questioned Esme as she flashed her husband a peaceful grin.

"Yes, I would love you to."

Esme turned her attention to Edward and softly stroke his fuzzy, baby hair that already had bronze-golden locks mixed in the dark blackness of it. Starting off with a soft hum, Esme sang quietly, "My little precious. My little treasure; you're my miracle, every day. I will always love you for all your life. Close your eyes and sleep peacefully."

Carlisle contently closed his eyes for a second and let out a soft sigh. His wife had such a gorgeous voice, so soothing. "That was beautiful, honey. Was that the tune to You are my Sunshine?"

"Mmmhmmm." Esme swallowed a lump that had lodged itself in her throat, "I can't believe we have a baby, Carlisle. It's unbelievable."

"And the greatest part is, it's Edward. We know how he'll turn out, but we get to see everything in between."

-End of Carlisle's POV-

For the rest of the car ride home, Esme and Carlisle remained silent as they listened to Edward's soft murmurs he let out in his sleep. Not even ten minutes later did they arrive at their house; gently, Carlisle carried the car seat in while Esme grabbed the baby bag.

"I really hope they don't shout out a welcoming. They'll waken Edward," murmured Esme as they entered the house.

Much to their surprise, they noticed the big neon blue welcome-home sign hanging on the wall facing the doorway. It had baby rattles and bottles painted in white on it. On it had Edward's full name and his new birth date with a picture that had been taken when he was only mere hours old. This made the Cullen parents smile. They then noted that their children were sitting quietly and anxiously on the sofas in the family room.

Noticing her parents' semi-confused expressions, Alice confirmed, "I had a vision of Edward falling asleep in the car and still being out when you came in. Therefore, we couldn't throw him the welcoming he deserved."

"Well come on, now – I want to hold my little brother!" Emmett said excitedly as he pulled Carlisle over to the couch.

Carlisle placed the seat down and guided Esme over to the couch where he sat down and placed Esme on his lap wrapping his arms around her. They watched as Emmett carefully took the baby from the seat and cradled him in his arms, gently rocking him so Edward stopped squirming from the sudden movement.

"Hey, Edward… You're so little, man." Emmett suddenly grinned deviously as a thought occurred to him.

Alice sighed, "You're so naughty, Em."

"What is it this time," Carlisle asked, amused.

"Well now since Edward can't talk, he can't get angry when we call him our "Little Eddie"."

"He hates that though," Jasper moaned. "Ugh, why can't you respect his wishes?"

The brunette male smiled brightly, "Because he's my little bro. And it's my job as the older brother to harass him."

"Why must you be so childish? You're eighty-one years old."

"So? Men never grow up. Besides, Rose… you're going to be just as bad as I am."

Rosalie huffed but inside she knew her husband spoke the truth. She was excited for the next couple of years to come; for when Edward's personality developed and he learned to speak his mind but was still too small to be taken seriously or be able to do something about it.

"Alice, what are you seeing?" voiced Esme.

Alice's vision ended and her eyes came back into focus and a frown crept upon her lips.

"Alice, what did you see?" Esme asked again, worry leaking into her nerves at her daughter's expression.

"This child is going to sleep for another two straight hours. No fun! But I did see his feeding schedule. Something you and Carlisle will definitely appreciate knowing. He will wake every three hours on the dot at: 12, 3, 6, 9, and 12. You have fun with those feedings!"

Carlisle smiled but shook his head replying, "Not so fast, Alice. Do not think for one second that you kids get out of any responsibilities. We all rotate with the feedings, baths, diaper changings, and getting Edward ready in the mornings. Knowing Esme she'll want the first round for each of these. Then I will take second round. Following me will be Rosalie, Alice, Emmett, and then Jasper. Yes, even though Esme and I are Edward's parents; he is still your brother and we will all take our share of responsibilities for raising him. For future reference in the years to come, you are all allowed to give him time-outs and some lectures. But for important questions that only a parent should answer and the stricter punishments, please leave that for Esme and me. Are we all clear on these issues?"

"Yes, Carlisle."

"Yes, dad."

"Yes, sir."

"Sure thing, Carlisle."

The children replied simultaneously. Emmett who was still holding the sleeping infant passed him into Jasper's awaiting arms. An hour had gone by causing Jasper's impatience to increase. He really wanted to hold his baby brother.

"Thanks, man."

"No problem," Emmett replied punching Jasper's arm good-humoredly.

Jasper stared down at the child in his arms and felt an overwhelming amount of protectiveness cross his mind. The Edward he had known was strong and extremely fast and kind; and now he was this helpless, weak infant. The urge to protect him and shield him from any harm overpowered his mind.

He chuckled dryly, "How can a baby take control of your heart like this?"

Esme smiled at her son's uneasiness, "Because you don't want anything bad to come his way; you want him to be happy."

Jasper nodded, "Alice? Want to hold him?"

"You bet I do!" Alice eagerly replied snatching the baby carefully from her husband's arms. "Edward, Edward, Edward –" Alice began shaking her head triumphantly, "All those times you refused to go on shopping trips, well guess what, buddy? From now on until you're old enough to start protesting again, I am taking you shopping a zillion times!"

"Alice," Carlisle sighed, shaking his head in amusement. "He will never forgive you once he gets older!"

Alice nodded agreeing, "Oh I know! That's why I will take pictures of us on our shopping adventures and have the video camera ready for the times he throws tantrums and has fat silly tears sliding down his cheeks," she finished smiling wickedly.

"Children I swear!" exclaimed Esme throwing her hands in the air in defeat.

"Oh, mom – you know you'll love those pictures and videos," chided Emmett.

"Besides, when Edward brings home an important girl someday we will have those memories to use as blackmail," Carlisle stated with an impish grin. Oh – these years are going to be great! I'll finally get to see the joys of real fatherhood and I now have the privilege to embarrass Edward since I am his father.

Esme smacked Carlisle on the arm, "Carlisle!" scolded the brunette woman, "You're just as bad as the kids!"

"And loving every moment of it!"

The Cullens laughed… They glanced at one another and realized having an infant in the house was exactly what they had been lacking… what they had needed in their long eternal, repetitive lives.

"Al, can I hold him now?" Rosalie asked softly, her eyes longing to have the child in her arms.

Alice smiled lovingly, "Of course." She transferred Edward to her sister.

"You know I am loving this Edward endlessly but I really wish we could have gotten the chance to see how Edward, as his vampire-self, would have handled a tiny infant…" Rosalie sighed before continuing, "But never do I want to live to see the day where Edward gets changed. I am going to pray, even though –like Edward before – doubt that God listens to our problems since we're evil creatures; but I am going to pray to Him anyways, asking Him to watch over Edward and protect his soul and not have him have to become like us… damned."

Carlisle glanced away from his family. Sometimes it was so difficult for him being the only, besides Esme who did hold a decent amount of faith, but it was hard for Carlisle to be the only one who truly believed that God still held on to their souls… that they would be redeemed of all their sins when the time came when they met their end. He truly believed that God had led him to Edward and had given him the strength to change the teenager and end his lonely existence. Once Carlisle had realized he had the strength to create himself a family… he went and changed those who were dying and had no hope of surviving. In the end, Carlisle had himself a wife, three sons and two daughters… nothing in the world would he ever trade his family in for. He loved them all dearly and would die to protect them.

Sighing Carlisle responded to Rosalie's speech, "Look, I am sorry that most of you feel that your souls are damned and have very little chance of being saved… I never intended to steal you guys away from the redemption of the Lord's graces. But I want you all to look me straight in the eye and tell me that I'm wrong with what I am about to say. If God had given up on all of us, would He have blessed our Edward – who had the least amount, mostly no faith – and given him a second chance? Would God, if He truly believed us evil, had allowed Edward – now a mere human baby – to stay with us?" His family stayed silent and stared back at him with defeat in their eyes. Taking a breath, Carlisle persisted, "Exactly. We still do have souls. That's how we can love one another and feel the pain when one of us is suffering. Having a soul gives us the strength from not drinking from humans but from animals instead. Please, please start believing that you still have your souls."

"We'll try," Alice spoke for the rest of the Cullen children.

"That's very good," Esme spoke for the first time since Rosalie and Carlisle had articulated, "Because we want to give Edward a proper childhood… basically we are going to give Edward the same experiences and values that he had during his true childhood. According to your father, Edward's family was very religious and looked upon God as their almighty saviour who guided their daily lives… and whenever a crisis or major choice came upon their path; they turned straight to God for the answer… the correct one."

"Where Esme is getting to is," Carlisle interjected, "we are going to attend church every Sunday and let Edward experience the glorious miracles that occur due to having faith. I want Edward to love God and serve Him and respect Him."

"Why must we all attend?" questioned Jasper, extremely irritated.

The leader of their coven sighed, "You really need to ask? We all know Edward's an intelligent young man… come time when he can vocalize his questions, he's going to ask why we all don't attend church, then what are you going to tell a three-year-old?"

"Can't we just explain to him that it's a person's choice to attend or not?"

"We could… there's nothing wrong with that concept, Jasper. But if we want him to be raised normally, then this entire family is attending. End of discussion."

Jasper knew when a battle was lost with Carlisle who did finalize every decision, "Whatever!" he mumbled throwing his hands up in the air.

"Nice conversation, Rose," Emmett stated derisively. "Now Carlisle and Jasper are in a heated mood."

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I didn't mean to start an argument."

"It's okay, honey. This conversation was bound to happen sometime," declared Esme soothingly. "It is not your fault at all.

Edward yawned and began squirming in Rosalie's arms searching for a comfortable position. When his attempts failed he let out a screeching wail and tears spilled from his eyes, his face cherry red. Rosalie looked alarmed as she began rocking him while shushing him trying to tell him everything was all right.

Smiling softly, Esme said in a hushed tone, "Grab a bottle from the stove… the formula's already prepared. Take him upstairs and feed him in the rocking chair. He should fall asleep while he feeds. You can either continue to hold him or place him in his crib. It's up to you, Rose."

The young woman nodded and followed her mother's instructions. The rest of the family calmed and sat back down on the sofas and chairs in the family room.

"Alice, do me a favor," Carlisle started.

"Yeah?"

"If you ever have glimpses of Edward's future, do not tell anybody. We all want to experience Edward's childhood as the events occur not before hand. The whole part of raising a child is experiencing everything as it comes."

"I promise," Alice stated sincerely. "I am even trying to stay clear of seeing his future. I want to be surprised too. It's just hard when you have this gift. You can't truly control it, no matter how hard you try."

"If you see… say, death in his future, then tell us. We'll work together to find a way to stop it. Otherwise, don't say a word."

The tiny pixie-like girl nodded, smiling, "I kind of figured that, mom."

Ten minutes of just talking about baby safety and being extra gentle and precautious while handling Edward, Rosalie came down with a smile on her face.

"He's out like a light. He drank his bottle for maybe two minutes tops then fought me each time I put the nipple back in his mouth." She and the family chuckled. "I then sang him a lullaby and that calmed him. It took about six repeats of Angels Watching Over Me until the little buggar finally went to sleep. Unless I was just imagining it, I swear I saw that baby smirk at me. It's like he knew the more verses I sang, the longer he stayed awake."

"Sounds like we have our hands full," added Esme.

"And we wouldn't trade this for the word," concluded Carlisle.

The family agreed and then went their different ways as Edward slept. Carlisle chuckled as he saw Esme become on-alert because she was first on the schedule to care for Edward once he woke. Until then, Esme continued on making formula bottles and setting up different baby swings and vibrating/music-playing chairs for Edward throughout various places of their Pea Ridge, Maine home. Alice and Jasper went out hunting while Rosalie and Emmett shared an intimate, but quiet moment in their bedroom. Carlisle noted that he would have to talk to his kids and explain that their sexual desires would need to be more controlled now that there was an innocent child in the house now. Laughing at his children's antics, Carlisle shook his head and made his way up to the study that was down the hall from his new son's room and began finishing up the study he had started for the hospital he worked at in Portland.

***NOTE: I will have chapters covering ALL of Edward's infancy, but each chapter will alternate with Edward spending it with a different family member. This way you can see how he bonds differently and specially with each family member of the Cullen's. I really am hoping you are enjoying this story. The next chapter will still be of Edward in his first month with the entire family involved, but several questions should be answered like what Emmett witnessed while Edward transformed and what happened to make Edward turn into an infant.***

A/N: Well, what did you all think? Good start? Worth continuing? I need feedback so I know how to make this story better or more interesting. And if any of you have suggestions for the story that I might be able to put in it, please let me know! If you have questions, please feel free to ask. I do get back to all those who review me! All I ask, for my own inspiration, is REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! It can be positive or constructive criticism… but all I ask is PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks, -Stacey-