Second update guys (:

"Garrett," Eleazar sighed. "Please. Come on, buddy, settle down." He bounced him up and down on his knee, trying to get him to be quiet. Half an hour had passed since he started crying, and he showed no sign of stopping.
"That's enough. If you don't stop this, then you're going to have to go in time out," I threatened. The irritating part of it was that there was nothing wrong. He was two. That was all. Nap time had done nothing to improve his mood.
My own bad mood was shattered the minute Carlisle laughed, quickly smothering the sound with his hand and looking up apologetically at me from where he sat. "Time out? Really, Kate?" he snickered, too quietly for Garrett to hear.
"You make him stop then," I muttered.
He took Garrett from me and put him on the floor. My husband instantly melted, doing the thing only small children could do – turn into a puddle of jelly. A boneless child. I could see Carlisle fighting smiling. "What's wrong?" he asked, even though I knew that he knew the answer.
Garrett shrugged, still grizzling.
He just laughed again, picking him up again. "Do you want to go outside? Shall we go for a walk?"
"It's raining. We'll get wet," Garrett grumbled, taking the words from my mouth.
"I don't care if you get wet, Carlisle, but he is staying warm and dry inside," I told him, almost motheringly. As I said it I realised I did care; I didn't really want Carlisle going out there either, even though he couldn't get sick.
"He has a coat, doesn't he?" he argued.
"Yes, but-"
"And isn't that what you brought it for?" He was smiling at me now, knowing he had me. Dork.
"Okay, fine. Go. Take him. But you can deal with any colds or flu's or anything he catches out there." I crossed my arms, trying my best to be mad at him, but I couldn't.

Within fifteen minutes he had Garrett bundled up in jumpers and rain coats and gumboots until there was absolutely no way he could ever get cold. That kid could have gone into a blizzard and still be warm.
Garrett was smiling widely, despite the fact he tripped every few steps because of his clothing and was clinging to Carlisle hand.
"And where's your jacket?" I asked Carlisle, purely so Garrett would bug him about it.
Sure enough, he looked at him accusingly. "Why do I have to be warm if you can be cold," he whined.
Everyone laughed, unable to help themselves.
"Because when I get sick, I have to look after me. And when you get sick, I have to look after you, but I have to go to work still and it's difficult," Carlisle explained.
"Okay." He nodded, seeming satisfied, and followed him out into the wet.
"People always say that dads are more fun," Eleazar commented.
I elbowed him lightly. "We'll see."

And we did see. They both came in covered in mud, soaking wet and grinning like idiots.
"Carlisle," I growled, taking in Garrett's appearance.
He smiled innocently but I just glared him, scooping up Garrett and taking him straight upstairs.
"Look at you! You must be freezing, honey!" Once we were in the bathroom I quickly began pulling off his layers of clothing. Suddenly I stopped what I was doing, staring open mouthed.
"I'm still dry, Katie," he argued, fighting me the entire way.
"You are, aren't you." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I guess I owe Carlisle an apology, don't I?"
He nodded, sticking out his tongue at me.
I giggled. "Okay, you win. But I still need to clean you. You're filthy." I got the flannel and washed the mud off his hands and face, rinsing the remainder of it out of his hair.
"We made mud men," he told me happily, swinging his legs over the side of the bench I had sat him on.
"Mud men?" I asked, slowly changing his clothes.
He co-operated with me this time, making things easier. "Yeah, like snow me, but with mud."
I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Only Carlisle.
"And then we killed them," he continued. "With sticks. Like pirates."
"I'm glad you had fun." Mentally I wished someone had filmed it.
"And I found a mud slide!" He was so excited I couldn't keep him still now, fidgeting around and trying to get dressed faster than I could manage without hurting him. "But it had sticks and it was sharp."
"No scratches?" I checked.
"No scratches," he repeated, sliding onto the floor and making for the door.
"Garrett!" I growled half-heartedly as he ran down the stairs. "Your hair is still wet!"
"But I have clothes on!" he called back, already out of sight.
I followed his voice, slowly walking down the stairs and trying to locate him by his heartbeat.
"You'd better listen to Katie, Garrett," Carlisle teased.
"I don't like the hairdryer though…It's noisy," he told him.
Once I reached the kitchen where they were, I didn't have the heart to take him back upstairs again. He had found his way onto Carlisle's lap and was cuddled up against him, holding onto him so he wouldn't slide away. Carlisle hugged him, supporting him so he didn't fall.
"Is it dinner time yet?" Garrett asked him, glancing up. He struggled to pushed his hair off his face.
"I don't know, is it?" he asked back.
He looked confused, glancing back at me for an answer.
"Here, Garrett, look. Do you know what this says?" He put his phone on the table, showing him the time.
"It's your phone," he told him proudly.
"Yes, but do you know what this number is? Can you read the time?"
He shook his head shyly, sucking on his sleeve again like he always did when he got nervous.
Carlisle's smile faltered for a second, but not long enough for my little one to notice. "Tea time!" he announced, standing and then putting him back in the chair.
Garrett giggled, smiling again.
"What do you eat…Kate, what does he eat?" he asked, turning to face me.
I laughed. "I feed him. You go and be warm."
"I'm a vampire," he teased. "I don't get cold."
I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, Carlisle," I told him once he got to the door.
He glanced back at me questioningly.
"For this." I gestured to Garrett, who was happily waiting for me to feed him. No whining. No crying. Just smiles.
Carlisle smiled too. "It doesn't matter. I love him. I'd do anything to make him happy."
At first I couldn't think of anything to say to him confession of affection but then I bit back a smile. "Including making mud men," I whispered under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear.