What Edward thinks of Carlisle and what has been going on.

My daddy is the best daddy in the whole world. Well, most of the time. Sometimes he can get cranky, like when he gives me baths. I don't like baths. But most of the time he is the best! And I love him more than anything. Even my teddy bear and I love Mr. Snuggles lots.

My daddy isn't my first father, but he is my first daddy. My father was nice but he was never home. Then one day he went to bed, and he was in this building called a hothpatil, I thing. Anyway, father went to sleep and he didn't wake up. Mommy said he went to heaven, but I don't know why he didn't take us with him.

But know I'm happy he didn't, because I wouldn't have gotten my daddy. He use to be Dr. Cullen, though he was more like an uncle to me. Then mommy decided to go live with father and Dr. Cullen became my daddy, though I usually call him dada. And my dada's great, except when he makes me take baths. I really don't like baths, there're too wet.

My daddy can also be very strange. Sometimes, at night, I'll wake up and sneak into daddy's room, if I'm not in there already. Anyway, I'll look into daddy's room and he'll be awake. I wouldn't really think about it, but I remember when I use to wake up, mommy would always be sleeping. Do daddies not sleep like mommies do? Also, daddy doesn't eat a lot. He usually doesn't eat at all, unless I put it in his mouth. I like sharing.

He's also cold. But I don't mind. I never get sticky or sweaty when daddy holds me like I use to with mommy. And when I sleep on his tummy I never wake up hot and uncomfortable. So he really isn't cold he's more cool, and a nice cool. It felt really nice when I was sick and a a fever and stuff. He was just the right te-temp, he was nice and cool. He made me all better, he's a doctor.

Yep, a doctor, a really real doctor! He makes people all better. Even people with broken bones. Magical, I know. That's how we met Emme, I mean Esme. She's really nice and my friend. She helps at the hospital now, so when daddy brings me she plays with me. She never yells at me, unlike some of the other nurses. She is always happy, even when she had that big cast on. I wrote on her cast. I wrote my name, I think. She said it was my name. I didn't realize I wrote it until she said I spelled it so well. Daddy rolled his eyes at her. When I asked him to teach me how to roll my eyes, he just shhed me, and Emme frowned at him. I mean Esme.

I don't talk all that good, but daddy said that I talk more than I use to. Sometimes when I get really excited and tell my daddy why, he looks at me like I'm not saying words at all. He says he can't under'tand me. That I sound silly. Well, he sounds silly to me all the time. He says words that don't sound like words to me. They're all big and confusing. But I love him anyway! Except at bath time. Baths are icky.

I love my daddy, but sometimes I get sad. Sad that I don't have mommy, or even father. They liked me a lot, and I liked them, and sometimes I can't really remember them. That makes me sad. But sometimes I do remember. I remember father's pipe, and mommy's hugs. Father reading to me and mommy playing the piano. Mommy's smile and her eyes. Daddy said I have her eyes, I like that. So when I look in the mirror I can see her, kind of.

But I have daddy, and he says he will never leave me. He promised and daddy never breaks a promise.

I love my daddy. More than anything in the whole wide world. But don't tell that to Mr. Snuggles, he gets jealous.

There you have it. I hope it was enjoyable. R&R please.