AN: Hey guys...I know that most of you have read this chapter already...I had to fix the spacing. However, I did not want to give you false hopes because you thought that a new chapter had been posted...sooooo, right after I repost this chapter, I am going to post the next one, which I just finished...=)

Eight year old Edward Cullen was many things: pianist, baseball player, son, brother… Yes, He was many things. But, he was also a dead kid now. He had been angry when he came into his father's office. Because he was so angry, he hadn't really been in his right mind. How could he have been? Otherwise he wouldn't have completely trashed his father's office. Edward had gone into the office and immediately swept everything off of Carlisle's desk. Papers, pens, pencils, books, and paper weights were lying all over the floor.

Next, Edward had gone to the book case. He wasn't quite stupid enough to get into the glass cabinet behind his Dad's desk that held his rare and expensive books. Instead he had gone to the book case with the medical journals in it and had started, one by one, throwing them onto the floor as far as he could get them.

Then Edward saw it.

It was an award that his father had gotten for Doctor of the Year the year that Bella had been born. He went over to the award and picked it up, looking at it. It was made of glass with gold and silver lettering on it. It was about a foot tall and had his father's name on it.

Edward lifted it over his head and was about to throw it on the floor when he felt it being snatched from his hands. Edward felt the bottom sink out of his world. He slowly turned around and looked to see what was behind him.

"You are such an idiot, Edward! It's bad enough that you have trashed Dad's office, but do you know what would happen if you broke this? He loves this thing!" Rosalie hissed at her little brother.

"Leave me alone, Rosalie!" Edward said through tear stained cheeks.

"No! You are already going to be in a ton of trouble for everything that has been going on and, not to mention, you had destroyed Dad's office. I am not going to let you do something that you are going to regret later because your eight year old mind doesn't realize that some things have permanent consequences that you can't undo!" Rosalie grabbed her brother, careful of his arm and pulled him towards her own body.

"Le'm go!" Edward cried out.

"No! You have to stop, Edward! Just stop! You can't always be the center of attention! It isn't fair and you know it! The universe doesn't revolve around you!' Rosalie said. Edward lashed out at his sister and hit her face with his good arm. Tears streaked down his face and snot was running down his nose. Rosalie kept her hold on him and sat on the floor, forcing him into her lap. She held her fighting little brother in her lap and wrapped her arms around him.

"Stop fighting me, Edward. Just stop…" Rosalie whispered into his ear.

Finally, the small boy's body just sunk into his sister's. He put his head back against her chest and simply cried. What had he done?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*TWILIGHT~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The first thing that Carlisle and Esme noticed when they opened the door to Carlisle's office was the mess. Anger automatically infused into their minds. But then they heard the whimpers and soft whispers.

Esme turned towards her left and was shocked at what she seen. Rosalie was not always the most accommodating child they had. She didn't experience change well at all and could become fiercely jealous of her younger brothers and sister. She also had a quick temper on the best day.

That was why Esme was so surprised to see her daughter holding her little brother in her lap, rocking him back and forth while he cried endless tears. It didn't change the fact, however, that Edward had obviously destroyed Carlisle's office.

"I can't deal with this right now." Carlisle said, staring at the remains of his office. Had his son really done this? Had his son, who was his little right hand man all the time, really destroyed his office like this?

"Carlisle…" Esme started.

She knew that something was going on with Edward. She also knew that her husband, not used to dealing so much discipline within a short amount of time, was nearly at the end of his fuse. He didn't have to deal with the day to day transgressions that the kids all got into.

"Esme, look at my office. He is eight years old, not two. This is ridiculous." Carlisle said with disbelief.

"Carlisle. I will handle it. Clean up the office while I deal with him." Esme didn't give her husband time to reply, but went directly to her children. Rosalie looked up at her mom from the floor. She, at sixteen, understood a lot, but she didn't understand why everything was happening the way that it was with her family.

"Mama…" Rosalie whispered. Esme placed her hand on Rosalie's cheek and looked at the forming bruise.

She sighed.

"Give me Edward. Go put some ice on your cheek, sweetheart. I will come help you in a little bit." Esme said, leaning down and picking up her son.

Edward wrapped his arms around his Mama's neck and sobbed into her neck. Esme simply patted him on the back and started walking towards his room so that she could put him in his bed. Esme was nearly positive that she had never gone through days that were as long as the ones that she was previously having to live through.

~*~*~**~*~*~*~TWILIGHT~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Carlisle stared at his office. He wasn't angry anymore. He just wasn't used to his children acting this way and it irritated him. Or, maybe it was because he wasn't the one to normally deal with punishments because he was normally at work. How did Esme go through this every single day though? How did she punish their children when they misbehaved, snuggle with them when they were hurt, listen to them when they needed to talk, and then have dinner ready when he got home all while still having the energy to passionately make love to him at night? How was it even possible? Carlisle was a doctor and he still didn't understand how she had the energy to get out of the bed every morning.

"You know thinking too much is going to make it worse." Carlisle jumped at the sound of Esme's voice. "Sorry, Honey, but I can read you like an open book."

"How do you do it, Esme? How do you do it every single day? I would go insane. It's like they are looking for trouble."

"Carlisle, I do this every day because they are my babies. They don't look for trouble, but they are kids and therefore are going to find it. You have to keep your temper, even when they don't. You know this. So, why don't you tell me what is really bothering you?" Esme said, rubbing Carlisle's arm.

Carlisle sighed. He didn't really know what was wrong, except the last several days had been full of the kids misbehaving and being little terrors. Even with Carlisle working, he still was having to deal with everything at home, something he was not used to because, normally, everything ran smoother.

"I don't know, Esme. I guess it is because I am not used to our kids acting this way." Carlisle said. Esme laughed. Her husband was so naïve.

"Sweetheart, our kids are hellions. You have dealt with some misbehavior in the past, but not when they all act up at the same time. This is normal, Honey. They are brothers and sisters and they are going to fight and get into trouble. It isn't anything new, that I can promise you. Normally, I have it all sorted out before you come home and they have been punished. But, right now, they are just having a constant wave of bad choices. It will all blow over soon enough and things will get back to normal. Right now they are also trying to adjust to having someone new living with them. Not everything, dear Carlisle, is all sugar and gumdrops. Especially, with our kids." Carlisle stood there and stared at his wife, knowing that she was right. He sighed. Yes, he was just going to have to get over it.

"What about Alice?" "Alice has a lot of adjusting to do as well. And, those boys knew better than to treat her as they did. She has never lived in a big family. Her mother was probably not the best mother in the world. Alice has, unfortunately, not received the love that she should have. Victoria was never an overly loving person, but it seems that she could not even change for her daughter."

"Don't you think that it is selfish to show her what she will not always have?" Carlisle asked suddenly.

"No. I have a feeling that things will work out with her and Victoria, one way or another." Esme told Carlisle.

"Now, I have to go and make sure that Rosalie out ice on her cheek. I need to fix something for Jacob and Alice to eat. Bella is napping, as is Edward. You have to work the night shift, so why don't you go take a nap?" Carlisle stated at his wife with amazed wonder.

He was at his wits end, and his wife was still jumping back into her roles as if nothing had been unhinged. It truly amazed him. Esme rarely asked for anything, and it made Carlisle wonder. She freely gave up things so that her children could do as they wished…for the most part. She snuggled with them when they were hurt, talked to them when they were sad; she helped them with their homework and cooked their meals. Yes, his wife was indeed, one of the most amazing women ever.

"No, that is alright. I think that I will go talk to Edward and let you go make sure that Rosalie is okay. I think that Edward just needs a father son talk. I need to check out his arm anyways, and maybe it is partly our fault. We did just throw all of this at him. And, he is only eight." Carlisle said with sudden realization.

Esme smiled. She had had a feeling that her husband would realize that it was really him that their son needed. "Sounds like a plan, Love. Sounds like a plan."