EPOV:

"Carlisle…" I stepped down into his private room where he had made the robot. "What's going on?"

"I have a very serious problem, Edward." He smiled. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't call it a problem exactly, but…"

I tried to probe his mind, but he was keeping it notoriously free of the subject he was talking about. I frowned irritated with this problem.

"So," I looked at him in the eye. "What is it? Does it have something to do with getting Esme a gift, because if so, I am not going to tell you what she wants for Christmas again. You have to do that on your own."

"No, it's about Bella." He said looked down.

"The robot?" I looked at some of the many prototype models that were in the room. "What about it?"

"Her," Carlisle emphasized. "She isn't an 'it'. She is just as capable of thought and emotion as we are."

"Carlisle," I sighed not wanting to tell him but feeling the need to. "Bella can not think on her own. Trust me, I would know before you. Her mind is as blank as that chair over there. There is no thought anywhere about her."

"Maybe her mind is blocked to you." Carlisle looked amused. "Have you ever thought of that?"

"Impossible." I shook my head.

"Well, don't be so sure." Carlisle traced his hand along a piece of metal that reverberated at his touch.

"Carlisle," I said patiently. "What did you call me here to talk about?"

Edward, don't tell anyone else, Carlisle thought. But we are moving back to Forks, Washington.

"Isn't it a little soon?" I asked. "I mean, we were just there about twenty year ago. Someone might remember…"

Carlisle shook he head. No, they won't. And I've been offered a job there under a different name of course. I will be pretending that I am my own son if anyone recognizes us.

"But what about those dogs?" I asked feeling my eyebrows tighten. I had already dealt with them more than once and the few times I had come in contact with them had to be some of the most uncomfortable times in my life. All of their shared thoughts coming into my head made me feel like I was hearing more of them than there actually were.

"It will be fine." Carlisle mumbled. I really want this. I always had a bit of a soft spot for Forks.

I resisted the urge to tell him how I felt about Forks and sighed instead. What was another three years in Forks?

"So, what's the problem about this?" I asked after a while.

Well, you see…Carlisle looked back at his plans. Bella really needs to learn school things. She has some of the basics down in her programming, kind of like a calculator. She can do basic math and can read and write. She may be…not so good at doing those things, but she can do them if asked…

"You want me to take her to school?" I said in shock reading his mind.

For a while, yes. It will not only help her learn more about people and the world, but it will help you grow closer together…

"How can a robot grow closer together with someone?" I fingered one of the limp dolls in the room. "They aren't real. They are fake."

"You are being terribly closed minded about this, Edward." Carlisle said disappointed. "Everyone else in the family has been able to accept Bella except for you."

"Am I the only one that sees that she is just a toy?" I threw up my arms. "She can not think! I know! You are all acting like she's a person. She's not though."

"She can think, Edward." Carlisle insisted. "I know she can, I made her."

"Theoretically," I said. "If your thoughts were right about this, she would be able to. But the fact is that she can't. If she could I would be able to hear her thoughts. I can't. I can hear everyone else's because they are alive. That's what I do! I read minds. But I can't read someone's thoughts if they don't have a brain."

"Edward…"

"No, listen." I said loudly. "She is a doll. She's just a doll. Yes, she can walk and talk and even look cute for Alice and Esme, but she is still just an object. She has no heart. She has no thoughts. She is just a…"

Just promise me that you will take her to school in Forks? Carlisle thought aggravated.

"Fine." I said before heading upstairs to the piano. I needed some time to cool down.

Edward is such a stubborn…

I played Mozart's 20th Piano Concerto in D Minor. It started off darkly and it continued to get louder and more temperamental through the piece. It fit my mood perfectly at the moment.

Wow, depressed much? I heard Alice think.

I growled and began to compose a new piece. It started out being pretty sad and lonely, but it soon began to change with my thoughts. As I thought of Alice it had more staccato notes and turned into a song that was similar to what I would think a butterfly might sound like. Then I thought of Bella the robot and the song began to sound more sweet and innocent.

When I had finished, I realized that I had composed a lullaby.

An: Yes…it was Bella's lullaby he was playing. Next they will go to school! Mwuhahahah. What will happen there, only I will ever know….

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