Jasper's stomach growls as Carlisle speeds down the expressway. He covers it with his hands in hopes to muffle the sound. No one has said a thing since they left the hotel and Esme told Carlisle to save the punishment talk for later. That doesn't mean the car wasn't tense, though, by any means. Jasper couldn't seem to muster up his voice to ask for a pit stop without sounding like he was still crying. So instead, he just sucked it up and tried to enjoy the quiet car, because he's sure that once they get home, Esme won't be able to convince Carlisle to keep from yelling.

"Oh, son of a fucking bitch!" Carlisle groans and slaps his steering wheel with an open palm. Jasper jumps, but then spins around to see the flashing blue lights behind them. He stretches his neck to see that the needle on the speedometer was creeping away from 100 as Carlisle singles to pull off on the shoulder. Esme gives him a harsh look.

"How many times do you have to be pulled over before you learn to slow down?" She asks. Carlisle rolls his eyes and ignores her. He rolls down his window as Officer Charlie Swan walks up.

"We have to stop meeting this way, Cullen." Charlie chuckles as he leans into the dark cars window. His eyebrows knot together, though, as he see's Esme in the passenger seat. "Carlisle, who's with the kids?"

"The other two boys and Rosalie are home."

"And Bella?"

"What about Bella?"

"Damn it!" Charlie huffs. "She went over to your place to hang out with Edward! She said you and Esme were home with them!"

"We haven't been home for a few hours." Esme admits. "We didn't know Bella was coming over."

"I swear to God, these teenage boys are going to be the death of me." Carlisle groans. Charlie pulls out a small notebook, the same the other officers had, and scribbles a note down. "We're going straight home now."

"Give her this. Tell her to get home." He demands, shoving the paper into Carlisle's hands. Carlisle pushes it into his pocket and Charlie stands from the window.

"Will do." Carlisle promises. As soon as Charlie returns to his car, Carlisle speeds off, just as fast. "I swear, Esme, if he has her in his room, I'm going to strangle the boy."

"I didn't even know he was that interested in Bella."

"W-who's Bella?" Jasper asks with a shaky voice.

"Charlie's daughter." Carlisle sighs.

"He's banging the cops daughter?"

"Jasper Lee, don't talk like that." Esme scolds him. He sinks into his seat.

"He better not be banging his daughter." Carlisle groans and presses the gas pedal down closer to the floor.


"Edward!" Carlisle yells for his son as he flings the front door open and stomps in. He scans the kitchen and living room. He doesn't find Edward, but he does see Emmett and Rosalie's heads popping up on the couch. He groans and heads to the oldest kids. Rosalie frantically straightens her shirt and runs her fingers through her wild hair. Emmett tries to strategically place his arms over his crotch to hide his unzipped jeans and the tent he's pitching. "Where's Edward? Is Bella with him?"

"Did you find Jasper?" Rosalie asks.

"Yes. Now answer my questions."

"Upstairs. In his room." Emmett grumbles.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Carlisle huffs and charges upstairs.

Esme and Jasper come inside. Rosalie hops up, giving her brother an agitated glare. Jasper just drops his eyes to the ground as she walks over.

"What the hell, Jasper?" She asks angrily.

"Rosalie, watch your mouth." Esme scolds. She's ignored, though.

"Why would you just up and leave? Without telling anyone? Without telling me?" She demands to know. Jasper just shrugs.

"I dunno, Rosie."

"You'd choose that old bitch over your own sister?"

"I didn't choose her over you. I-"

"Rosalie!" Esme cuts Jasper off. "I just told you to watch your mouth!"

"Sis, please, I didn't pick her over you." Jasper insists, walking towards her. Rosalie steps back in disgust. "I wasn't going to be gone forever."

"So you were planning on coming back?"

"Well, not exactly, but I-"

"No 'but's, Jasper! You were either coming back or you weren't." She responds sharply, rolling her eyes and spinning on her heel to storm out of the kitchen and upstairs. Jasper gives Esme a sad look.

As Rosalie stomps to the second level, she see's Carlisle knocking fiercely on the woodwork that frame's Edward and Jasper's bedroom door.

"Edward, Bella, out! Now!" He bellows. He can hear the bed creek as the two teens jump off. Edward yanks his boxers and jeans back up before grabbing Bella's hand and following his father's orders. Both young teen's cheeks burn red as they face Carlisle. "I ran into Charlie today. He was pretty shocked that we weren't home. Seems like you two lead him to believe you would be completely supervised."

"Dad-" Edward starts to say, but Carlisle cuts him off.

"Save it, Edward. Bella," Carlisle points to the embarrassed fifteen year old girl. "You need to go downstairs. Esme will drive you home. Your father wanted me to give you this."

He hands her the note, but she doesn't bother to read it. Instead, she ducks her head and hurries down the hall. Carlisle turns his attention to Edward.

"You're grounded for two weeks. No phone, no computer, no TV."

"That's not fair!"

"How is that not fair? You know you're not allowed to have people over without permission. And no way in hell are you allowed to sneak a girl into your room!" Carlisle scolds, his volume rising as he talks.

"Emmett and Rosalie are hooking up on the couch, Jasper ran off to fuck an old lady, but I'm the one in trouble?" Edward says with a roll of his eyes.

"Don't concern yourself with how the others are punished, and watch your mouth, Edward!" Carlisle yells. "You just made it three weeks!"

"God, I hate you!" Edward shouts back and slams the door shut.

Carlisle scowls at Edward's outburst and heads downstairs. He passes Emmett, tells him that they'll talk in the morning, and proceeds to the kitchen when Esme has Jasper sitting at the table as she makes him a PB and J sandwich. Carlisle collapses into the chair next to him and rubs his exhausted eyes.

"What were you thinking, Jasper?"

"I was thinking she loved me."

"How old is she?"

"Forty-two."

"Oh, Jasper. Do you realize the mess you're in?" Carlisle groans.

"Honey, you're fifteen." Esme says with a sigh. Jasper nods.

"We're most likely going to have to go to court. I have no idea how we're going to keep the newspapers from covering this story." Carlisle informs. Jasper just nods again and keeps his gaze on the table. "And why the hell would you take my credit card?"

"I needed to pay somehow." Jasper answers dryly. He yawns, and yearns for the comfort of his own bed. Hopefully Carlisle doesn't drag this out too long.

"You stole from me, Jasper. You ran off. You had us worried sick. Do you realize the turmoil you put us all through?"

Jasper shrugs.

"Sweetie," Esme comes over and sets the sandwich in front of Jasper. His stomach growls as he takes a bite. "I know you really care for her, but she did you wrong. Horribly wrong. But we will help you get through this as a family. We're here for you."

"And that's starting now. You're grounded until further notice. Give me your phone." Carlisle demands. Jasper scrunches his eyebrows at him.

"You're helping me by grounding me? Doesn't sound like any help." Jasper grumbles.

"Give me your phone." Carlisle repeats.

"That's no help. Why can't I keep my phone?"

"Because you're obviously too immature to handle a phone and I don't want that woman trying to contact you. So give me you phone."

"This sucks." Jasper sighs, put slaps his phone on the table. He takes his sandwich and heads upstairs. "I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, Jasper." Esme calls.

"We'll talk more in the morning." Carlisle adds on. He rolls Jasper's phone in his hands before opening his messages. Esme sighs.

"Are you reading his texts?"

"Who knows what else he's hiding from us, Esme."

"I'm not sure I like that idea. He does deserve some privacy."

Carlisle doesn't respond. He just flips through texts from Rosalie, Peter, and the occasional message from Emmett or Esme and Carlisle. He purposely saved Maria's texts for last. By the time he reaches those, Esme's curiosity gets the best of her and she moves to Carlisle's side. Esme's visibly disturbed by the texts, but Carlisle works harder at hiding his disgust. He doesn't do a very good job, though.

I can't wait to have your face between my legs again, J. Your mouth is a miracle worker.

Esme shutters.

Your body is my wonderland, Maria

Carlisle's jaw tenses.

I want to twist that long blonde hair in my fingers as you make me scream.

Both sigh. They keep scrolling, though, until a picture of Jasper's uncovered crotch appears on the screen. Esme looks away and Carlisle frantically exits the messages. He sighs and pushes the phone away.

"Let's just go to bed, Carlisle. It's been a long day." Esme suggests.

The couple leaves the table, taking Jasper's phone with them.

"Do you realize that we spent the majority of our afternoon running around making sure our boys aren't humping the wrong person at the wrong time?"

"Unfortunately, yes." She sighs.

"I swear, these boys are going to be the death of us. Especially Jasper."