Carlisle smiled and stood behind his five children. He placed his hand on the head of his oldest and began to fire off the names and ages of the kids. "This is Edward, my oldest. He is eleven years old. Next we have Rosalie and Emmett, they are nine years old. And finally these are my two youngest, Alice and Jasper, they are seven years old." Kaylee smiled and gave a small curtsey. "Nice to meet you guys." Carlisle cleared his throat and the children looked at their father. "Run along, I'll call you when dinner is ready." he said, as the children ran off giggling.
"Well, would you like for me to take you to your room?" he asked. Kaylee smiled again. "Sure, I'd love that." Carlisle picked up Kaylee's luggage and led her upstairs. He opened the door to a beautiful bedroom that overlooked the gorgeous forest outside. "Wow! This is amazing!" she sighed, sitting on the queen-sized bed with a canopy over the top. Carlisle sat down beside her and brushed a stray hair out of her face.
"I could say the same thing about you." he said in a husky tone. Kaylee flushed a scarlet red. "You look even more beautiful when you blush." he added, leaning in about to kiss her. Kaylee got lost in Carlisle's golden eyes. Just when their lips were about to meet, the two came back to reality at the sound of giggles. "Well, better get dinner started." Carlisle said, clearing his throat. "No, let me. I'll have to when you're at work anyways." Kaylee replied.
"As long as I can help you tonight." Carlisle added. "Of course!" Kaylee smiled, getting up quickly. Just that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her side and her head start to throb. "Ooooh!" she exclaimed, clutching her side and rubbing her head. Carlisle jumped up and held her close to his side. "Are you okay?" he whispered. Kaylee looked over and got lost in his eyes again. Carlisle cupped her face gently in his strong yet delicate hands. Kaylee's eyes closed and Carlisle's lips crashed onto her soft lips. She didn't protest and continued to kiss him back.
Once again, they were interrupted by giggling. "Are you okay to cook still?" Carlisle asked, breaking the kiss. "Yea, but I will need your help." Kaylee answered. Carlisle smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her down the stairs. "What would you like for me to do?" he asked. "Can you cook up the hamburger?" she answered with a question. "Of course. What did you have in mind?" he whispered in her ear, sending a chill down her spine. "My grandmother's spaghetti and salad." Kaylee said. "Sounds delicious!" Carlisle pulled the hamburger out of the refrigerator.
Kaylee carefully walked over to the fridge, taking out the peppers and onions to chop. She took her time putting everything together. Soon the whole kitchen smelled of the decadent odor of her mémère's homemade spaghetti. As the noodles boiled, Carlisle walked over to his bar in the living room. He pulled out a glass and scooped some ice in it. He then picked up the flask with a brown liquid in it. He poured it and took a sip. "This girl is too unbelievable for words. She sure has helped me forget Esme and already in a short amount of time!" Kaylee let the spaghetti cool after she strained the water from the pot and walked to Carlisle. She picked out a wine glass and poured some Pinot Noir for herself. Carlisle smiled as he took another sip of his scotch rocks.