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Chapter 21

McCarty House

Forks, Washington

May 2034 – 6:00 p.m.

The first time the McCartys and Cullens got together, right after Emmett's accident, it had been a bit strained. Emmett seemed terrified of Carlisle and flinched every time the man so much as moved. Carlisle had noticed and made it a point to sit on the opposite side of the room to give the man some space.

The couples spent some time talking to each other, and found they had many things in common. Both couples had suffered several miscarriages before turning to donation centers and IVF to become pregnant. Esme and Rosalie commiserated over the strange dreams and cravings they both had while pregnant—Esme blushing bright red at the thought of some of hers.

Over time, Emmett realized that Carlisle was not a threat to him and started to warm up to the man who had helped him when he hurt himself that day. At that thought, Emmett snorted loudly—hurt himself. He hadn't had an accident; that boy had deliberately hurt him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Carlisle asked.

"What? Oh, sorry. Just, you know, stuck in my head a little." Emmett shrugged.

He looked around the room for Rosalie, not wanting her to overhear what he was about to ask Carlisle. While Rosalie knew about the strangeness of their child and agreed with him that Alice had more than likely set the fire that killed her mother, she hated to discuss it. And she would be exceptionally mad if she knew he was about to mention it to someone outside of her.

"Hey, Carlisle, has your kid ever, I don't know, done anything that you found... odd?"

Carlisle also looked to make sure Esme was wrapped up in conversation and couldn't hear him. She despised discussing their son's behavior.

"You have no idea," he said to Emmett. "My son is… well, let's just say that Esme and I have had little control over him since he was born. He almost seemed like…"

"Like?" Emmett prompted, waving his hand, motioning Carlisle to keep talking.

Carlisle sighed and blew out a breath. "Well, even as a baby, Jasper seemed not to really need us—unless it was for food or changing, he didn't interact with us at all. By the time he was two, three different pediatricians refused to see him. He was violent—would bite, hit, kick, and punch anyone who upset him. We think"—Carlisle swallowed—"but cannot prove that he deliberately pushed another child off a playground structure when he was three. That was when we moved here to Forks from California."

Emmett had gone pale while Carlisle spoke. "Just like Alice," he murmured, thoughts of his daughter as a child swirling in his head.

"What was that?" Carlisle asked.

"I said, that's just like Alice."

The two men looked at each other, horror written on both of their faces.

xDoNx

McCarty House

Forks, Washington

May 2034 – 9:00 p.m.

They decided they had no choice but to bring the ladies into their discussion. There was too much coincidence for it not to mean something. Once the four of them sat at the table, they laid it all out—down to their kids seeming to know each other immediately, unlike slowly getting to know each other over time. Emmett also finally admitted to the adults what had really happened that day in his garage. Esme and Carlisle were understandably mortified.

"As a doctor, I have to say, there are studies on nature versus nurture. I have just never seen a real life example."

"What do you mean, Carlisle?" Rosalie questioned.

"Well, the four of us are healthy, normal, non-violent people. None of us with so much as a speeding ticket. Our children—despite growing up in environments where they were loved and never struck—are violent, disrespectful, and quite frankly, dangerous, I'm afraid."

"Jasper used to say the most horrible things in his sleep," Esme spoke up suddenly. "Words and phrases he couldn't possibly know at that age, because he'd never been exposed to bad language."

"Alice, too," Rosalie admitted. "And there was that time she stabbed you with the scissors." She turned to Emmett.

"She was only a year old then," Emmett explained further. "I wonder if we can find out where they came from."

Carlisle thought about it for a minute before agreeing it was a good idea. Both couples decided they were going to contact the fertility clinics the next day.

xDoNx

Cullen House

Forks, Washington

May 2034 – 9:00 p.m.

"So, what are you thinking, Sugar?" Jasper mumbled against her jaw, peppering it with kisses.

"I think"—she gasped—"I think it's fucking weird our parents are so buddy-buddy all of a sudden."

He laughed against her neck, tickling her skin with the vibration and causing her to moan. "I agree, but I was talking about Jake, Tyler, and Eric. We still gotta take them out in order to finish this properly."

"I know," she cried out, as he moved his mouth to her nipple. "The Newtons got off easy, in my opinion. One little shot each. I need to hurt someone."

His laugh ghosted over her stomach as he moved himself lower, down to where she was hot and wet for him.

"So, tell me what you're thinking." He licked at her clit, causing her to squirm.

"Camping." She moaned, gripping his hair. "We should all go camping." She gasped as his tongue moved in her entrance. "Slip them something to weaken them." She opened her legs wider to give him more room to work her over. "Slice them all up." His mouth moved back to her clit, fingers entering her and curling forward. "Blame it on a bear." She came with a gasp and a shudder.

He wiped his mouth on her thigh before prowling up her body. "I love the way you think, Bell." He kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth at the same time his cock entered her body. "Fucking perfect for me. Fucking perfect plan. Hold on, Sugar, this is going to be fast and hard."