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A/N: Carlisle takes his little princess shopping…what could possibly go wrong? Enjoy

Carlisle's POV

We entered the store and I immediately regretted promising Nessie that I would take her in there. What man…in his everlasting right mind…promised a three year old that he would take her in a place like this? Well technically, she was chronologically almost twenty months old, but she looked exactly like a three year old. In spite of this, her higher level reasoning, writing, and reading ability would put her at about a mental age of five or six; although at times she acted "brand new" and seemed to be mentally functioning at age three. I had deducted months ago that she did that on purpose to get attention.

The place was bustling with children and their parents, some of whom were looking like they were feeling the same way I was about this venture. Nessie immediately ran far ahead of me to the princess section so she could get in on the enchanted fun. She easily blended with the crowd and I could barely she her little head in the sea of running, laughing, and jumping children. I picked up my pace so I could catch up with her, noticing that I was pretty much getting the same reaction from the women that I'd received earlier in the mall. They were gawking at me, salivating like I was a piece of meat.

"Papa, this way!" Nessie bounced, motioning for me to come near her. "Hurry Papa!"

I sure hope these people think that's just the word she uses for Daddy. I got away once. I hope I don't have to try to explain the twenty-three year old grandfather thing again.

I walked towards her and immediately scolded her for running off. "Nessie." I said firmly, not smiling at her. I took her hand and pulled her gently towards me. I bent so that I was eye level with her. "Do…not…run off like that again." She stuck her cherry red lips out in a pitiful pout. It hurt my heart to chastise her, but this store was too crowded for her to be running all over the place. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Papa just wants you to be safe. You have to stay by my side at all times. Okay?" A lady standing next to me offered me a sympathetic smile. Her child was sniffling as if she'd had to get on to her as well.

Nessie nodded. "Okay."

"Alright. If you run off again, we're leaving." She nodded her understanding. "I love you baby."

She twisted side to side. "I love you too Papa." She said softly and buried her face in my thigh.

"Okay let's go."

I wiped her tears with my thumbs before taking her hand to move us forward. We moved closer to the swirl of pink and I felt my head swoon. This was way too feminine for me, and I was used to embracing femininity in my world. Thanks to Alice, Rosalie, and even Esme, my humble abode oozed with it, down to the pink rhinestone covered paperweight Alice gave me for my desk in my study. This section of the store was covered in every shade of pink, purple, and white with rows and rows of coveted 'bling.' This was a girl's paradise. From birth to one hundred, any girly-girl would call this her playground. They must have spent a fortune turning this into the 'princess wonderland' for their Build-A-Princess event. I was truly awed, and that usually didn't happen all that much. In fact, the last time I was this amazed was when the princess next to me was born.

We stood patiently in the line; well at least I did. Nessie was antsy, excited about building her new friend. We reached the front of the line and a store clerk gave us our name tags and instructed us to choose a bear to fill. Nessie, of course, chose the pinkest bear she could find. She certainly had not inherited her girlish tendencies from her mother. Bella was a tomboy. Nessie was every bit the princess that the other three women in the house had created.

"Papa can I have this one?" She asked showing me the flattened, fuzzy bear.

"Yes baby. Are you sure that's the one you want?" I knew Nessie. She had a history of choosing a toy, and then several minutes later realizing her choice was not the one she wanted. I wasn't going through that drama today.

"Yes. I'm sure." She hugged the furry material to her chest.

"Alright. Then that is the one we'll get." I told her. "We're not changing it later, okay?" She nodded. "Once you fill it, you have to keep it."

"Welcome to Build-A-Bear where we pride ourselves in offering positive family fun." A very cheery associate greeted us. She was dressed in a pink polo bearing the company logo and a pink tiara. She was wearing pink lipstick and matching nail polish with bracelets in every size and shape from her wrists to her elbows. Her khaki pants were embellished with pink and clear rhinestone gems, and her shoes sparkled with pink glitter. She had her hands on her slender waist and was twisting side to side. I could tell she loved her job and was totally adapting to her role in the 'dream weaving.' I just shook my head and smiled at her.

Aye! The things we grandfathers do for our little ones. I wonder if the Disney store actually goes to this great length for their princesses.

She bent to eye level with my little munchkin and read her name tag. "Hi, Nessie. I'm Lyndsay."

"Hi." Nessie shook her hand when she extended it. "Nice to meet you."

"I see you've chosen a very pretty furry friend there." Nessie nodded. "She's pretty."

"Thank you." Nessie said politely.

She's so well-behaved. Absolutely perfect.

"Have you thought about a name yet?" Nessie smiled and look at me. I smiled back.

"What do you think Papa?" She asked. The amber tones in her brown eyes seem to dance under the artificial light. She was naturally beautiful like her mother. No doubt there, but she was so angelic. My heart just melted when she looked at me with such juvenile inquisitiveness.

"Hmmm…I'm not sure sweet pea. What do you have in mind?" I pretended to think when I saw her trying to process her decision. This was too cute. "I'm sure you have a very nice one for her."

"I was kind of thinking Aurora." She twisted her lips. "But I guess I'm not really sure." I'd been a doctor, father, and grandfather long enough to know that Aurora was a Disney Princess. Of course my princess would choose that name. She looked at Lyndsay for validation. On cue, she agreed.

"That's a wonderful name." She clapped her hands and bounced on her heels. She was so bubbly and Nessie squealed, swinging our arms in excitement. I just shook my head and laughed.

Way too much estrogen ladies.

"Alright Nessie. We want Aurora to be able to talk, so you can either record your own message or choose one of ours. Either way, I'm sure you'll love to hear her speak." Lyndsay led us over to the recording station and Nessie chose to record her own voice. It was quite adorable watching her record her message. She kept stammering over her words and she had to record it a couple of times before she got it right.

"Alright Nessie, let's head over to the "Stuff Me" station so you can help me stuff her and give her a big hug to make sure she's just right." Lyndsay took Nessie's hand with me tugging closely behind. I stopped abruptly when two little boys darted in front of me. When I stopped, an even younger tot, probably around age two, darted between my legs. I laughed.

"Dude, I'm sorry." I presumed the man apologizing was their father. "These kids are driving me crazy."

I laughed. "It's quite alright. No worries." He left and I saw him giving them a good tongue lashing before I moved to catch up with Nessie and Lyndsay.

Nessie was glowing. We went to the station and Nessie helped put stuffing in her new bear. Lyndsay, who was fumbling in a drawer for something, looked like she was no older than sixteen. She gave me a flirtatious smile.

Jail bait. I smiled politely back to her.

"Now, Nessie we are going to give your little friend her very own heart." Lyndsay handed a red heart shaped object to Nessie. "Now rub it in your hands to warm it up." Nessie started rubbing vigorously. "Now make a wish and put it inside of her." Nessie squeezed her little innocent eyes as tightly as she could and I couldn't help but laugh. Her heart was really the true magic in this. She put the red heart in the bear. "Now you will always remember giving her life."

Nessie smiled up at me again. I patted her hat. "Wow. That's pretty awesome, sweetheart."

She nodded and glanced at the clerk again. They proceeded with the final stitching of Nessie's new princess and I folded my arms as I watched in silence. Nessie was intrigued by this little process, and her youthful virtue was magical.

"Are we going to wash her now?" Nessie asked.

"Yes. As a matter of fact we are." They walked ahead of me to the "Spa" station. I was still following closely behind. While they busied themselves with brushing and washing, I noticed a gentleman in the back of the store watching Nessie's interaction with Lyndsay. I'd seen him early out of my peripheral vision, and had been keeping a watchful eye on him. He seemed quite interested in my little precious flower, and my protection instinct instantly kicked in. I suppressed a growl, but a low guttural groan managed to escape. The clerk was oblivious to it, but Nessie heard me. She turned around and I immediately stepped closer to her and put my arm around her smiling to reassure her that everything was okay. She barely smiled, unsure of what was happening. I winked at her and hugged her to me.

"It's alright, baby." I whispered so fast and low, no one heard it but her. The guy must have seen me watching him because he'd turned his back to us and acted as if he was staring at some merchandise.

"Since you've already given her a name, we're going to make her a birth certificate." The clerk handed her the bear and they walked over the computer which was very near the stranger in the corner.

"Cool!" Nessie exclaimed.

She reached for Nessie's hand, but my protection instinct was fierce. I quickly grabbed my baby's hand and pulled her closely alongside me, trying desperately to keep a calm profile. I didn't want Nessie to intercept my concern and become fearful. That was the last thing I wanted.

I kept my eyes on the chap in the corner as he inched further away from us so he could watch my little angel from a comfortable distance. I'd sensed that he was not kindred, definitely all human by his rapidly beating heart, but he was without a doubt up to no good; and apparently Nessie was a source of interest for him. Little did this son-of-a-bitch know, but he was slowly starting to write a check for his own demise.

"Nessie, when you personalize her birth certificate, we put all of her information in our system. That way if you ever lose her and someone finds her we can make sure she's safely returned to you."

"Hopefully she won't get lost." Nessie responded. "I plan to take good care of her. Papa will help me keep her safe. Right, Papa?"

I smiled at the trust my sweet girl put in me. She trusted me to protect a lifeless stuff animal, and her parents trusted me with her life; which was all the more reason for me to keep my focus on the blighter standing opposite of us.

"Of course, I will baby." But I will definitely keep 'you' safe.

They finished putting the data in and headed towards the plethora of doll clothing. I vaguely heard the clerk informing Nessie that it was time to dress her bear. I was about ready to wrap this up so I could take her out of this store.

The man made his way out of the store when I challenged him to a stare down. If he had half of brain and good eyesight, I was sure he saw my eyes darkened a few shades. I slowly turned and saw him standing near the door. When I turned around, Nessie had about ten doll outfits complete with accessories and shoes in her basket. Lyndsay shrugged and Nessie handed me the pink ball of fur she'd name Aurora.

"I tried to tell her she wouldn't need all of these, but she said every girl needs bling." Lyndsay explained.

I'm sure she did. She hears that all the time from her Aunt Alice. Unfortunately for her, I am much more conservative than Alice. She wasn't getting all of these items today.

"That particular bear is sixty dollars." She informed me. I hadn't even bothered to look at the price when the darling picked it out. Not that it mattered.

"Mmmm…hmmm." The peculiar man turned and briefly glanced at us and smirked. He moved his eyes from mine and glanced down at Nessie, and back at me, mimicking a kiss when he did so.

What the hell?

"Sixty dollars is fine." I told her trying my best not to tear this store up to get to the jerk standing at the door. He was really on his last leg. He must have had a warrant for his death even thinking about toying with Nessie like that.

"Did you want to keep all of these clothes?" She asked and Nessie watched me to see what I was going to say.

"Um…no." I said firmly. "We are not buying all of these."

Nessie immediately went into defense of her loot. "But Papa. I want them." She whined and folded her arms as the clerk moved to ring up the bear and the outfit of her choosing. "You said I could have toys."

"I realize that honey, but you simply cannot have them all." Nessie stomped her foot and stuck her lip out further. Here we go. "Now please choose the one you want so we can leave."

Nessie's eyes brimmed with tears. "But why Papa?"

Oh the whining must stop.

"Plee-aase." She begged.

"No. How about this pink outfit Lyndsay chose for you?" I picked up the lacey Cinderella dress. "It's perfect for your princess bear."

"You lied to me." Nessie jerked away from me and crossed her arms defiantly. She scowled at me. "You said I could have them!"

I stooped in front of her. "Nessie, that's enough of this ridiculous behavior. Now I said no." Tears streamed down her face. "Nessie don't start that. If you're going to behave like this, then you won't get any at all."

She folded her bony arms tighter and cried. "It's not fair!" I smiled at the clerk who tried to make another suggestion for her. "I don't want that one!" She protested.

We were starting to hold up the line and the stranger outside was inching a little closer into the store again. I gently took her shoulders in my hands trying to deescalate this little tantrum before it got completely out of hand. I was accustomed to diffusing arguments and protests from children, but little Nessie was one tough little cookie.

"Nessie!" I pressed my lips firmly to keep calm. "Do you want one of those or not?" More tears and a pouty face answered the question. I turned towards the clerk. "I'm very sorry. Could you just scan the bear, please?" Lyndsay nodded. "Thank you."

"NO! PAPA!" She reached for my hand to stop me from putting the clothes back in the basket.

"Then choose one Nessie so we can leave." I stated firmly, but calmly. Lyndsay hesitated before scanning any of the items to see which outfit Nessie would choose.

"But why can't I-"

I turned my attention back to the clerk. "Please just go ahead and ring the bear. If you don't mind just put the rest of the things back."

Nessie was bawling against my leg begging for all of the clothes. Lyndsay gave me my total and I reached for my wallet.

"Papa you're mean." She accused, wiping her soaked faced on my jeans.

I ignored her.

"I'm not your friend." She said tearfully.

Well it will be okay I promise.

"I don't want that bear!" She pouted and moved about three feet in distance from me. There were other parents in the store who was dealing with similar situations with their children, so they told me they understood. Nessie was really starting to push my buttons with the temper tantrum. I held my finger out to the clerk to halt this process, and motioned for Nessie to come back to me.

"Renesmee Cullen. Get over here right now." I charged through clenched teeth. She heard the sternness in my voice and knew that I was done playing around with her. I refused to budge one inch from my spot. Nessie was a child and I was about to let her think that she was in charge. I loved her dearly, but I didn't even put up with this type of disrespect from her parents. I certainly wasn't going to tolerate it from her. She slowly crept back to my side and stood their frowning with her arms crossed over her small frame. "Don't move away from me again." She snatched away from me and I whispered in her ear. "Do we need to go to the bathroom Nessie?"

She alternated between balling up her lips and sniffling to keep from crying.

"Nessie?" I asked. She knew if we had to go to that bathroom, things would not end well for her.

"No!"

"Then pull it together right now young lady."

"I'm telling Gammy on you Papa." She threatened.

I ignored her and turned my attention back to Lyndsay. "I'm very sorry." I apologized again.

Lyndsay smiled. "Oh there's no need to apologize. Kids see all of our wonderful merchandise and lose it. It's okay." She seemed to be having some kind of difficulty with her register and I waited patiently for her to right it. While I waited, she chatted about random teddy bear stuff and made a suggestion for the first outfit Nessie had chosen.

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT THAT ONE!" Nessie screamed pulling at my pants leg. Everyone in that god forsaken bear den stopped what they were doing and stared at us.

This is so embarrassing.

Lyndsay was startled, but went back to work on the machine with her manager who looked like she wanted to tell me to tear Nessie's butt up and end this ordeal for the sake of her customers. She refrained.

I leaned down again and whispered to her. "Nessie, you are already in very hot water for misbehaving. You know better than to act like this. Please calm yourself."

She jerked away from my grip and stomped her foot. Unfortunately when she did, it landed on mine. It was a good thing I was practically reinforced with steel; otherwise my foot would have been broken. I shook my head is disgust and disbelief. Lyndsay finally got the machine working properly and gave me a final total. I handed her a one hundred dollar bill.

"Lyndsay thank you for kindness and patience today. Since my little one chooses to misbehave and be ungrateful for her gift, please donate that to another child who may be less fortunate than she."

Nessie really started crying then. She put her little cherub fists on the side of her eyes and bawled. Tears rapidly fell down her face because she was so distressed over the situation that she'd created. Lyndsay honored my request and the manager assured me that the gift would be donated. It took several more minutes for them to finish and for me to complete a donation slip for the bear. At this point, I had no problem in doing that. My young granddaughter needed a solid lesson on gratitude. I thanked them and turned to leave. It was then that I noticed Nessie was gone.

A/N: Awww…Carlisle really loves Nessie. I think these two are adorable together. Poor Carlisle…diagnosis… Estrogenitis.

Now where is little Nessie? I know, I know. A cliffy, but don't worry. The next chapter is complete. Hope you enjoyed. Please review. Love to hear your feedback.