"Carlisle!" Esme's tired, groggy voice pulls her husband out of his sleep. She pushes his shoulder as his alarm clock sounds an aggressive beep. "I thought you had today off?"

"I do, love." Carlisle groans. He smacks the snooze button without opening his eyes, then wraps his arm around Esme.

"Why did you set that annoying thing, then?"

"Habit, I guess." He yawns. Esme pushes her body closer to his.

"I did not get enough sleep." She sighs.

"Go back to bed."

"I have too much on my mind."

"Esme," Carlisle finally opens his eyes to see the messy of long, brown hair in his face. Only a sliver of sunlight comes through the bedroom window. "You just woke up. How can you bog down your mind that quickly?"

"I can't stop thinking about the kids."

"You mean our horny teenage monsters?" Carlisle groans. Esme doesn't even acknowledged his new title for their pieced together family.

"Yes. You have to talk to Jasper." She says, shifting around so she's facing Carlisle. He groans again before rolling from his side to his back.

"Why me? Why can't you talk to him?" He asks with an intentionally whiny tone. Esme rolls her eyes.

"Because this is a father to son talk."

"How do we always get the ones with all the baggage?"

"They all have baggage, Carlisle."

"But why is our house so full of it?" He sucks in a shallow breath and covers his eyes with one arm. "Edward can't seem to get along with anyone, except the police officer's daughter. Emmett is Fork's newest drop out. Jasper's been robbed out of his cradle. And Rosalie knew about it but didn't tell anyone."

"Right. Throughout all the craziness of yesterday, I completely forgot that. She needs someone to talk to her, too."

"That one's for you."

"Fine." She agrees. "What about Edward and Emmett?"

"Edward's already grounded, so he'll probably just sulk around. And I don't know if we can do anything about Emmett."

"This is a mess." Esme murmurs.

"What am I even suppose to say to him? 'Hey buddy, you have to keep it in your pants'?"

"I don't know, dear. But you better think of something good to help get him out of this mess."

"Let's just try to get another hour or two of peace before everyone else wakes up. We'll worry about them later." Carlisle compromises. Esme cuddles closer to him again, this time running her finger along the waistband of Carlisle's black flannel pajama pants.

"You know, it's going to be a long, stressful day with these kids. Why don't we start our day with a little fun?" She asks. Carlisle smiles as her hand rubs down lower.

"Sounds amazing to me. Come here, beautiful." He smiles.

With his hands on her side, Esme straddles Carlisle's hips. She leans down, their chests touching, and kisses him. He reaches up the tee-shirt Esme has on, one of Carlisle's old shirts from a few year back, but the moment is broken just as soon as it was made when they hear a loud thunk from the upper floor.

"You fucking hick!"

"Stay the fuck away from me! Spoiled fucking brat!"

"Seriously?" Carlisle huffs. "They're already fighting? This early?"

"Come on." Esme sighs and throws her leg over Carlisle before hopping out of bed. Grudgingly, Carlisle follows her lead.

As the couple rush upstairs, Edward's and Jasper's arguing becomes more heated. Carlisle steps around Esme to fling their bedroom door open just in time to see Jasper push Edward to the floor. Jasper grabs his foster brother by the front of his shirt and straddles his chest, on knee near each of Edward's shoulders. He pulls his fist back, but before he can throw it, Carlisle runs in and grabs his arm, yanking his attention from his target.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Carlisle yells. He gives Jasper's arm another yank. "Get up, now!"

"He's a menace, Dad!" Edward declares as Jasper stands from his chest. Edward scrambles to his feet and points an accusing finger at Jasper. "He's crazy!"

"I ain't crazy!" Jasper shoots back.

"Why are you fighting already?" Esme asks with a sigh.

"He kicked my boots!" Jasper says, nodding to the middle of his room where his old cowboy boots were laying.

"I tripped over them because you can't clean up after yourself! He leaves his crap laying all over!"

"Look around, asshole, all my stuff is on my side! They weren't laying in your way!"

"Enough!" Carlisle yells again. "Jasper, you watch your mouth!"

"It's true! He's been a jackass to me since the day I got here!" Jasper adds on angrily. He shoots Edward a hateful glare.

"Well at least I'm not fucking an old lady!" Edward shoots back.

Before Carlisle can shout at Edward, Jasper pounces towards him, breaking free of Carlisle's grip. He grabs Edward by the neck, pushing him backwards until he falls onto his bed. Carlisle and Esme both grab him, but Jasper's determined to make Edward pay for his comments. He squeezes tighter. Edward kicks and grabs Jasper's wrists to try to pry his hand off his neck.

"Damn it, Jasper, let him go!" Carlisle roars.

Jasper locks eye contact with Edward. He watches how Edward's eyes grow wider as his airflow is restricted. Edward gasps for air. He tightens his fists even more, and just as the color in Edward's cheeks start to change, Carlisle is able to jerk Jasper off Edward. As soon as Jasper's hands are off Edward's throat, Carlisle grabs him from behind and wraps his arms around Jasper's torso, trapping the boys arms from doing anymore damage. Edward sits up, his breathing rapid and unsteady. He watches Carlisle pulls Jasper out of the room. When Esme sits next to Edward, she lovingly strokes his cheek as if that would someone help him breath easier after the attack.

Once Carlisle and Jasper are out of the bedroom, Carlisle lets go of Jasper's torso and gives him a push away from the doorway. Carlisle pulls the door shut and stands in front of it. Jasper isn't trying to get back in, though. He knows he's made his point.

"Get your ass downstairs!" Carlisle yells, pointing towards the steps. His eyebrows knot together and jaw clenches. "You better be on the fucking couch when I come down there."

Jasper shrugs and calmly walks away. He walks down the stairs, drags his feet to the couch. He plops down and sinks into the cushions. His mind races. What the hell just happened? What is going to happen to him? It wouldn't shock him if Carlisle tells him to pack his back and get out. What will Rosalie do? Will she find a way to come with him? Will she even want to stay near him after the stunt he pulled with Maria?

Sorry it's been so long without an update! I've been trying hard to organize my ideas for this part of the story, but they keep piling all together in a jumbled mess so it's taking me a while to get it right. With that being said, I would love to hear your ideas! What would you say to Jasper? What would you do if you were Carlisle and Esme, Rosalie, Edward or even Emmett?