Welp, part 2 in my Rosalie and Carlisle series. Poor Carlisle, I put him through so much. Lol. Hope you guys enjoy and don't forget to leave a review on your way out! =D

CPOV

I think I'll wear the blue one tomorrow...no, no I think I like the red scarf better. Yeah, definately the red. It was nice for once to drive home from work and not have to worry about who or what was going to attack my family next. After the newborn fight a few months ago I was honestly a little tired. Well, as tired as vampires can be of course.

I had just turned the Mercedes off and started to get out of the car when I heard my wife in the kitchen. From the sound of cupboards opening and closing I guessed she had just come home from the grocery store. That was one part of the charade we put up for the humans- going to the grocery store. Most weeks I went with her, it was nice to get away from the chaos of five teenagers and do something...normal. But when I was at work Esme would drag one or more of the children along with her. And I do mean literally drag.

I hung up my coat on my way in the door and headed towards the kitchen to help my beautiful wife. Her back was facing me so I stopped in the doorway and watched her for a few seconds as she continued putting the food away that would never be eaten.

"You do know that I can hear you standing there." Esme said with her back still turned away from me.

I gave her a puzzled look. "Can you really hear a person standing?" Then gave her a teasing smile. "I mean, I get what you're saying but... I really don't think it's possible to hear a person stand-"

I was quickly cut off, "Carlisle Cullen shut up." Esme said in a stern voice, obviously not thrilled with my joke. It was all I could do to hold back a laugh.

I took a deep unnecessary breath and said "Wow... you're scary when you're mad." Then I burst out laughing. I just couldn't help it. She was so cute when she tried to put her foot down. She playfully hit me in the stomach before wrapping her arms around me. I bent down and whispered "I love you" in her ear before returning the embrace. Nothing in the world made me happier than when I held my wife. My family was my world, but Esme was the one that held us all together.

We had only been standing there a few seconds when suddenly Esme and I heard a loud Emmett-sounding thud come from upstairs, followed by angry shouting. As if it were on cue, my wife and I both sighed. Having a house full of teenagers was really exasperating at times. I looked down at Esme who, by the look on her face, already knew what I was about to say. "Your turn," I said.

She stepped back and let out another sigh before grabbing a newly unpacked box of cereal and lightly shoved it in my chest. I playfully shouted as she left the room, "Hey! You're the one who wanted kids so badly!"

She didn't miss a beat and yelled back, "And you're the one that keeps changing them!"

I stopped and thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and said to myself, "Good point."

A few minutes later...dum dum dummmmmmmmmm...

As I was in the process of putting the rest of the groceries away I smiled to myself as I listened to my wife break up whatever fight was happening upstairs. It was then that I heard someone walk into the kitchen. I turned my head and saw Rosalie standing in the doorway. My entire body tensed, and flashes of the recent baseball game incident plagued my mind. I never really had recovered from that.

Rosalie gave me a smile and asked, "So how was the hospital?" It's been two weeks Carlisle, and she hasn't said a word to you about the baseball incident. She's just asking you about the hospital….calm down. I relaxed, forcing myself to believe that nothing was going to happen.

It wasn't often that one of my children asked about the hospital, not that they didn't care, but after a few decades my shift stories could only be so exciting. I took the opportunity and ran with it, launching into a long (yes I knew it was long but I couldn't help myself) ramble filled with diagnoses, medical lingo, and lumbar punctures as I continued unpacking the groceries. I was in the middle of my recollection, and had just grabbed one of the last grocery bags when I felt a hand snake around mine. My head shot around and saw Rosalie standing a few inches away.

She looked at me only for a second before simply saying, "I just want to help," and took the grocery bag, her hand lingering on mine for just a moment too long. I was frozen as I watched her walk to the other side of the kitchen. Quit acting so ridiculous Carlisle, I told myself, hoping I would listen. I took a deep breath, laughing inwardly at myself.

"So, um, how about you? How was your day?" I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible as I made my way to the refrigerator. I opened the door and began placing the last of the food away.

"Not bad. Edward's mind reading is going to get us kicked out though before long. Just a heads up," Rosalie said with a giggle.

I snickered and said, "Well thanks for the warning. I'll talk to him about it." I closed the fridge and had turned halfway around when my back was suddenly slammed against the refrigerator door. Within a moment her body was pressed against mine, her hands holding my arms against the door. She was looking me dead in the eyes. Oh no! Not again! Not in the kitchen! Where's my damn baseball bat?

I tried but I couldn't move at all. I was completely pinned against the refrigerator, all of her weight pressed against me. "Rose! Not agai-mmnmgmhnmmn," was all I could get out before her hand slammed over my mouth.

"Shut up! Someone will hear you!" Funny how we had such different opinions on what was a good and a bag thing. I glanced towards the kitchen doorway, silently praying for someone, anyone to walk in, to save me from this nightmare.

I still didn't understand it. Why was she doing this? She had Emmett, I had Esme. I thought our little world was perfect. Why was Rosalie trying so desperately to get me? I inwardly cringed at the thought. My daughter. My own daughter. Ok, technically not my biological daughter, but enough of a daughter to make this situation incredibly awkward and unbelievably ridiculous.

"Mmmgnfhmfnmmm…." I mumbled from behind her hand. It was supposed to come out 'Why are you doing this again?'-close enough.

"Oh come on Carlisle, you know you want this. I can't be THAT bad!" Who the hell said I wanted this? I desperately went through my brain trying to figure out what I had said or done that could ever possibly make her act this way. Nothing. Empty. I mean, Rosalie certainly isn't awful to look at… NO! Carlisle stop now man before you get in way too deep. She's getting in your head! You are MARRIED to Esme! Speaking of, WHERE IS SHE?

My eyes flickered back to the doorway for a moment before going back to Rosalie. Oh no… I could tell by the look on her face she wasn't wasting any more time waiting around to get caught. She moved her hand from my mouth, my mind was screaming but I was unable to form coherent words as she slowly moved closer.

Suddenly she stopped and her head shot around towards the doorway. "Dammit!" she yelled before flying backwards across the kitchen. The sudden and unpredictable lack of support caused me to collapse on the floor. I looked up in shock just as Esme walked through the kitchen doorway. Her mouth dropped when she took one look at me in a pile on the floor.

"Are you ok?" she said as she made her way over and knelt down in front of me.

"Um…I…she…um…refrig…." Since when were intelligible words so difficult? Esme just stared at me with a confused expression. I looked to Rose who was now leaning against the counter, hoping that she'd have an excuse prepared. Her eyes were wide and she had guilt plastered on her face, but no words came. Thanks, big help.

Esme was now looking from me to Rosalie, waiting for someone to say something. After a few seconds of getting nothing she shrugged her shoulders, probably assuming it was nothing. One thing learned quickly in the Cullen household was that some things were better left unsaid, and this was definitely one of those times. Esme gently grabbed under my right arm and helped me to my feet.

"Rosalie, Emmett is upstairs tormenting Alice…" Esme cued Rosalie. It seemed like Rosalie was the only one who could truly control Emmett. Esme looked back to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips before walking back out of the kitchen. I stood there, gripping the counter for support as my eyes traveled up to meet Rosalie's face. I pictured myself from her eyes for a moment, standing there terrified, ready to scream like a Girl Scout if she took a step closer.

She walked slowly up to me with measured steps, I assumed being careful not to make me run. She kept a little space between us, but leaned in and seductively whispered, "I'm not done with you yet," and undid my belt buckle in one swift move. I gasped as she hurried out of the room, leaving me standing there, mouth agape, eyes bulging out of my head. I stood there for a full minute, staring at the entrance of the kitchen where she had exited too stunned to move. I took an unnecessary gulp before redoing my poor belt.

I hung my head in shame, almost afraid of what awaited me outside of the kitchen. Afraid that my own daughter was lurking around every corner, just waiting to assault me…. a prisoner in my own house.

Thanks for reading! Will Esme ever find out? Will Carlisle live to see another day if Emmett uncovers their secret? You've gotta keep reading to find out! =D