SM gets alllll the credit. I'm just using her characters :D

Peter POV

I really wondered if this was such a good plan. I really did. Honest! (Even if Charlotte tells you differently!) I had thought it out…. Kinda.

Yeah, kinda.

Moving to Forks had ultimately been my decisions. My wife was equally happy with either place to live in, but had really wanted me to be the deciding factor in it all. And my deciding factor was my dogs. I thought they could have a better life in Forks than they could in no-where, Alaska.

I know. Pussy whipped by dogs. Disgraceful, believe me. Ever since we got our tests back about Charlotte three years ago, we decided to add to our already medium sized seemingly happy family. I smiled as I thought about it. Carlisle and Esme were the perfect vision of a happy household, in our eyes. Esme always had that beautiful coat, and Carlisle always had that twinkle in his eye and that soft spot heart.

My eyes watered just thinking about them. That was another hard decision - to let my first dogs go and live with my parents, where they wouldn't have the stress of moving every few years. Thankfully, in my heart I knew that my dogs understood - they had helped us raise and take care of our others dogs Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and lastly Edward. They were kind and patient, treating the new dogs as if they were their own puppies.

I stretched out my legs in my well paid first class seat. I looked to my right and there was Charlotte, sleeping away. It never made much sense to me to sleep on an airplane - you're missing all of the amazing sights you can see right outside you're freaking window! I glanced around, catching sights of the other passengers on the airplane heading towards Seattle.

There was a sleeping baby on a wide awake, terrified father's shoulder. Presumably the mom of said child was sleeping on his other shoulder, and the poor man was trapped. I looked away quickly when the man caught my eye. I knew this trick - he would make poor puppy dog eyes, convince me to take his seat so he could be gone 'for just one second' while I'm stuck holding the baby and letting the mom rest on my shoulder while he's missing for hours. It happened to me once, and it wasn't about to happen again.

My thoughts turned back to my dogs. I wondered if they were alright. I already knew that Alice was dead asleep before we even hit the airport parking lot - one small green pill, and she was out like a light. As long as Alice didn't freak out, Jasper stayed relatively calm. Rosalie was pretty calm every time, but had a little discomfort when the plane started up. Couldn't blame her, really. Her show past really came in handy when she had to travel around the world for shows, and when we had to take an airplane to go where our next house was.

Emmett and Edward, on the other hand, are total nutcases when it comes to traveling. Emmett needs to have at least two to three pills on average, depending on how many you shoved down his throat. Edward, though, was trickier. Much trickier. Because of his past, we knew that he had no qualms on biting a human's hand - and that's where the problem arises. Charlotte can usually get close enough to him with the pill, but neither of us can force him to eat it. Then there's only one other option - tricking him to eat it with his food.

Sadly, Edward seems smarter than the average dog. And when there's food evolved, Emmett's stupider than the average dog. Enough said. This time, instead of pulling both our hair out, we decided to let Edward go without the pill this time. From the first class, we're directly above the cargo/storage area, and I cant hear anything. Maybe this trip will be different?

And on cue, everything goes to hell. Typical.

The flight attendant comes up to the man holding the baby and wife on both his shoulders and asked him if he wanted anything to drink. Apparently, the man doesn't care for his wife or his newly born baby, and puts on a 'predator' face. You know the one I'm talking about, the one when the man is 'hunting' - but not for food.

The attendant is captivated. Stupid women. Go figure, she has a selection of drinks on her cart right next to them. I'm sure you can imagine what happens next.

Then man reaches for the bottle of rum, and the wife wakes up. She looks at them for one second and starts screaming at the man and the flight attendant. This, of course, wakes up the baby and the baby is screaming its freaking head off. The prompts the women to take a step back, right in the back of the tray which flips over and breaks every glass container in it. And since the tray was filled with different pocket sized alcohol substances in it that were made in glass, it all breaks and spills on the floor. By now, the flight attendant is screaming her head off, challenging the baby that's crying. Everything gets worse and worse - charlotte wakes up, another flight attendant comes out to help the first one, and ends slipping and cutting herself on the broken glass. And the plane's floor is covered in carpet. Yeah. Explain that one to me too!

And just when it couldn't get any worse, it does. I hear a howl. Coming from right below us. And I'm 99.9% sure that its Edward, freaking out from the noise. But then again, I couldn't really blame him.

I would be howling if I could, too.

As we step out of the plane, I take a deep breathe. Then Charlotte does. We look at each other and nod silently, taking another deep breathe.

It was a long flight.

Very long.

I waved a taxi down, letting Charlotte comfort the dogs while I explained our situation to the taxi driver. Fortunately, he had no problem with five dogs in crates coming into his taxi.

Good man.

Before we know it, the driver is dropping us out at our new house and charlotte is thanking him profusely, since he put up with all of the … dog issues.

I grab Charlotte by the waist and swing her in a circle, the crates standing behind me. I give her an Eskimo kiss, and carry her through bridal style with one hand as the other struggles to roll the five dogs in on their carrier wheelie thing-a-ma-bob. She sees me struggling and laughs, despite me trying to be a manly man and wrestles my hand away from the carriers.

She smirks over her back and sets up the crates in the living room.

I can feel it.

This was the right decision.

So…. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever! This might clear things up as to where Carlisle and Esme are during the whole story - don't worry, they'll make some… appearances ;) I've been SUPER busy this summer, BUT I WILL MAKE A COMMITMENT to update more, promise J next POV will be from Edward, and their first doggy park experience! BTW, if you havent figured it out yet Peter and Charlotte are the twilight characters owners.