As I pour myself a cup of water at the hospital, I groan and rub my forehead. It's a slow day here, but I'm still exhausted. Dr. Anderson chuckles at me.

"What's wrong, Cullen?" He asks.

"I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Was it Edward keeping you up?"

I nod. Dr. Anderson has a boy that's Edward's age, and they're friends. His son, Harris, is a bit of a trouble maker, but honestly, Edward is the one who guides Harris to trouble. Dr. Anderson is always making jokes about our boys behavior, but I know it drives him crazy that Edward isn't punished like Harris is when they get into trouble. I always told myself that it's not my fault that his kid falls into peer pressure.

"He's been acting out lately, and I have to put a stop to this before it gets worse." I explain.

"Oh, so you're finally going to have to punish your little prince?" He laughs.

"Looks like it."

"From what you've told me about how that prince of yours acts, he is way overdue for some discipline."

"It's a little more complicated than that."

"How so?"

I held back a scoff. Does he not see it? First, I'm not Edward's father. I'm his uncle. It should be the father who is the disciplinarian. That brings me to the next problem. Edward Senior had his own unique way of handling his boy, and Junior won't accept any other way without a fight. And, of course, Dr. Anderson had no idea what my nephew means to me. I can't do a thing when he starts crying. I can't stand to see him like that.

"I think it's you who makes it more complicated, Carlisle." He says. I shake my head. "It's all you, my friend."


I sigh as I pull into my driveway. The lights cast a warm and inviting glow through the windows, illuminating Esme's well cared for flower bed. The lawn wasn't cut, though. It was the only chore Edward had today, but it didn't get done. I don't want to argue with him about it tonight. His most likely already in his room for the night, getting through a few chapters of his current book before going to sleep.

I park the car, grab what I need out of it and head into my home. I had hopes that it would be just as peaceful on the inside as it is on the out, but what I see is far from peaceful.

"You stupid bitch!" Edward hisses in Esme's face. He has her pinned to the wall in the hallway by her wrists, his face only a few inches away from hers. His hands are bigger than her wrists, but I can see where her skin is being pinched together due to how hard he's holding into her. She looks absolutely terrified. Edward's face is bright red

"Edward! Let her go!" I demand and quickly go over to him. I grab his wrists, switching his attention from Esme to me.

"Fuck off! This isn't about you!" He growls. I shake my head.

"It is now, Edward." I tell him. He drops Esme's wrists and steps into my chest.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

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