Carlisle POV

"Are you ready for a bath champ?" I asked as Esme departed to make dinner for him.

"Yep!" He said with lots of enthusiasm in his voice, and then he ran past me down the hallway. I couldn't help but chuckle.

I watched him as he was checking each door for the bathroom until he finally found it and ran in. Then stuck his head out and said "Are you coming Carlisle?"

So I ran at human pace to the bathroom, and started the water. "Can I please have bubbles?" He asked using puppy dog eyes.

"Well what do you think, what's a bath without bubbles?" I slowly poured in the bubbles and he jumped in the bath while I sat on the side. "How are you feeling Edward?"

He thought for a minute until he seemed to of found an answer "Greeeeeat!" this was said with so much energy, it sounded like he wasn't going to be sleeping tonight.

He was in the bath for a long time until I could hear Esme say dinner was ready at a volume only I could hear. "Time to get out Champ, I think there's a yummy dinner downstairs" I said smiling as I got him out and changed him into a pair of pyjamas Esme must of bought him today, luckily they fitted him perfectly!

We both ran downstairs to the dining room where there was a plate of food for Edward and a glass of water. Edward ran to sit down and began eating while we sat on either side of him at the table.

"Aren't you eating?" He asked but didn't seem like he really needed an answer. Esme and I looked at each other and I nodded for her to answer.

"No dear, we'll eat later on." She said smiling warmly, with clear adoration in her eyes. I know when he leaves it's going to hurt her so much, and as much as I hate to admit it but it will hurt me as well.

I told Esme I'd wash up while she put Edward to bed, so I wished him a goodnight and kissed his forehead. After I finished the dishes I sat in the longue room and listened to Esme reading a story, then I slowly heard Edward's breathing even out and it was clear he was asleep.

Before I knew it Esme was by my side sitting on the couch with an angelic expression on her face. This can't be good; I mean he has to go back with his family at some point.

"I know, I know, I know. I'm too attached but you are too!" she stated and it was the truth I didn't want him to leave.

"Honey, he's not ours." I said sadness evident in my voice.

"At the moment he's not anyone's!" she seemed so set on keeping him.

"Yes he is, he still has a father."

"Who may or may not get better." She said this, and I could tell she felt bad for saying it instantly.

"Lets just wait and so, ok?" I asked.

"Ok." She said however reluctantly. We just sat on the lounge listening to his even breathing, until being interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hello, Cullen residents," I said. "Dr Cullen?" "Yes, who is this?" "It's Dr Williams, we have some rather sad news for that little boy you took home." "Edward?" I tried to say calmly, "What about him?" "Well his father just passed away, he slipt into a coma a couple of hours ago and then died about 20 minutes ago."

I felt bad because the only thought in my head was he could stay. I cleared my voice "Thankyou Dr Williams, I will tell him the sad news when he wakes up." We exchanged farewells and hung up.

"That poor dear." My wife said hearing the whole conversation. "Do you think we should wake him, and give him the news?"

I shook my head "Let him sleep, he'll need it." I said sadly.

"I'm sorry to be saying this so soon but what's going to happen to him now that he has no one?" Esme said sadly. I knew she was thinking about what type of home he could go to if he was put in foster care.

"I really don't know dear, that's for doc's to decide. Lets think about it when we get around to it." But truthfully I was really thinking the same thing.