OMG! I could almost kill myself when I noticed that I accidentally uploaded the wrong version last time! There are sooooo many mistakes in it T_T (hides in shame ;) ) But here is chapter two! :D by the way thanks everyone who reviewed :D

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**ring ring** (phone)

Caller: "Hey Stephenie, wazzup?

Me: "Wrong number!"

Caller: "Stephenie that's just harsh, if you don't want to speak to me why did you ever cast me as you're main sparkly vampire?"

Me: "Robbert Pattison?"

Rob: "Foshizzle"

Me = hyperventilating

Rob: "to the nizzle"

Me = --' (thinks: 'that seriously is a turn off :s he better stop talking now!' )

Rob: "My drizzle!"

Me: "OMG, TUUURN OOOFFF! I'm sooo not Stephenie Meyer!"

**click**

Rob sobs

Chapter 2: As life continues…

Carlisle POV:

It was endearing to see how my wife loved our son. He may genetically be someone else's but he was ours in our hearts, which is all that really matters. It was quite obvious that he wasn't my son though, because no child of mine could be so talented, I often said to people chuckling. He was quite clever for his age and very musically gifted, as he already was learning to play the piano and the guitar. The true miracle in that was, that he actually asked us to be taught after hearing my lovely wife playing some tunes on our piano.

But today my wife was way too busy to play him some tunes, as she was preparing everything for his 4th birthday. I can't imagine how fast the time went the few years since he was with us.
Up until now my busy bee Esme had been humming in the kitchen while backing a cake, and she had ordered me to wrap the presents, something I was terribly bad at, but still better at then cooking.
Outside I saw the birthdayboy playing with a small fake airplane which he had gotten this morning. We had postponed the actual celebration until after my day at work was over, but gave him a tiny present when he woke up so he wouldn't feel neglected. Maybe we were spoiling him just a tad.

I smiled as I looked up through one of the large windows, as I saw him running around with his arm up and making engine sounds. Gosh sometimes I wished I was still a little boy.

All of a sudden I heard a load tud, followed by a shriek. My hands still covered in tape, I ran to the dining area, were I found the source of the sound!
My sweat little wife was tangled in some ribbons which she was using to decorate the house with, while she had one feat on our dining room table and the other one circling in the air, since the little ladder she was standing on had fallen down.

"Carlisle," she said, trying not to laugh herself, "please get me off of here instead of laughing with me!"
"Sure sure, sweetheart.", I huffed as I tried not to laugh.
"My hero!", she chuckled when I had finally freed her, that is until she noticed the sticky tape on my hands got stuck in her beautiful, velvet-like hair.
"Ouch, Carlisle look what you've done! I'll go brush it out, can you please hang the decorations?"
She gave me a peck on the lips as to show me she wasn't really mad and rushed to one of our bathrooms.

Glad I escaped wrapping-duty, I climbed up the ladder. We were kind of in a hurry, since our guests were arriving soon. Most of them were actually adults, because we had the feeling Edward didn't really got along with most children his age. I wasn't a psychologist or anything but I guessed his mental advantage had something to do with it, and he would probably get along more with his pears when he was a little older. Esme on the other hand, wasn't so confident in that and she was quite hesitant to adopt another child, because she was afraid Edward wouldn't like it.

It saddened me a bit though, as I had always imagined myself with a large family. I even build the house to fit one, before I got to know Esme and before I learned about my inability to have children.
Nowadays I often wandered down our halls and trough the rooms, wondering how and if they ever would be filled. There was a large white room whit bathroom which Esme and I occupied. Across the hall Esme decorated Edward's room, with quite unusual colors for a child that age, but he chose them himself. It was a mix of black's and gold's, after some speedy car he liked, and filled with music, toy-planes and toy-cars. Besides his room was another what I would call 'boy-room', it had dark green walls and was decorated with oak furniture and my baseball trophies and memorabilia.
The room besides that one was a bathroom, with 3 sinks, a shower and a toilet-cabin. After that there was the other boy-room, which was painted deep blue and were I stored all my comics, yes that was kind of a childish hobby but they gave me great pleasure so I didn't really care.

When you crossed the hall at that point you could enter the rooms that were more girlier. The first one, opposite to the blue one, was quite modest, stacked with books and a two persons bed with purple sheets. When tracing your steps back from that room to ours, you passed a bigger room, which had its own bathroom. The room itself was dyed a pale-lilaccolor with a white floral pattern. Then there was another bathroom with two sinks and a bath (not a bubble-bath as in our room though) and then you had the last 'girl-room' which was closest to ours. It was painted in a bright pink color, not the Barbie-kind of pink though, more the fluorescent kind, luckily only on one wall (Esme had decorated the rooms since she had a great eye for those kind of things, but when I saw that color of pink the first time I must admit I was having my doubts). The biggest selling point in that room was that it had its own walk-in closet.

My trail of thoughts about the room got disrupted when I heard Esme ask me if I could set the table, and the rest of the evening was far to hectic to ponder on the thought's of the large family I would probably never have…

EsmePOV:

To my relieve the party was quite a success up until now. Dinner had been complimented more than once and Edward loved my racecarcake!
We had invited the family that lived next door, Suzie (the social services lady who became a close friend) and some friends Carlisle knew since he was little and which I really grew to like, so it was a small but fun party.

I beamed with pride when Edward, to thank the guests for there beautiful gifts, crawled behind the huge piano and started to play 'Happy Birthday' all by himself, he was such a gifted little boy. After dinner the adults went to the lounge to talk a little, while Edward and the twins who lived next-door decided to play with Edwards gifts.

Maybe I was just overprotective, but I always had the feeling Edward didn't really liked to be around other children. Most of the time he just got frustrated with the fact that most kids his age couldn't really keep up with him. Tonight was slightly different though, as he didn't really looked annoyed by the twins. On the other hand he didn't really looked at ease either, he spend the entire time looking at the two 6-year olds playing together.

"You afraid off pretty girls?", I whispered in his ear ass I bended down beside him.
"No!", he said so shocked that he made me chuckle. The girls looked briefly in his direction and asked him if he wanted to join them, but he just shook his head while he clamped himself to my arm.
"Why won't you play with them sweetie?', I asked him quite confused.
"Because they're sisters, I wanna see them play...", I didn't really understand what he meant, but I didn't want to leave my guests alone for too long so I let my shy son do what he wanted.

While walking back I saw my husband standing at the phone. He turned around to me and gave me a passionate kiss. Normally I loved to be kissed like that, but experience had taught me that when he kissed like that after a phone call, it didn't meant any good.
A little dazzled, I tried to look mad at him, which didn't really seemed to go well.
"It was the hospital, it's an emergency…", he mumbled, obviously not pleased with the situation.
"You really have to go?", talk about a question you already knew the answer on, "It is your only son's birthday..."
"Disasters don't wait for convenient moments, love.", he said quite sadly. "I'll better go and say goodbye to the guests and to my little brat."
"He's not a brat, he's the most wonderful person I know.", I said while I faked to be very mad.
"Oh, I know one person who is even better." He chuckled while he gave me a kiss.
"Don't wait up for me."
"You know I will."

Carlisle always insisted that I didn't stay up, but I know how he liked to talk about the terrible things he saw at work before he went to bed himself, otherwise it took him ages to get some rest.

The party only went on until nine o'clock since the children had to go to bed on time. Suzie decided to stay a little longer to keep me company. Edward wasn't in the mood for bed jet and had crawled on her lap. While loading the dishwasher I overheard their conversation.

"You're a very special little boy, you now that Edward?"
"Thank you, Soowzie. That's pwobably because I was born out off my momma's heart instead of out of her tummy."
"Oh you did, did you? That is quite special. Don't you like kids who or less special?"
What an odd question to ask, I tought to myself.
"I don't know, I like evewyone who plays nice. That's good, wight?"
"You're a sweet little boy Edward, but why didn't you play along with the girls earlier? They are very nice…"
"Because they're sisters, I wanned to see what's that like."
"Ooh, so you liked to have a brother or sister yourself?"
"Maybe… If they're nice…", I heard my darling say right before he let out a big yawn.
"Come on, champ!", I said whilst picking him up, "time for bed now! Tell aunt Suzie good night!"
"Nightnight auwntie Soowzie", he said while rubbed his eyes, he was so cute when he was tired.

By the time I had put him in his bed, I noticed he looked like he was very distracted.
A gave him a kiss goodnight and asked him if something was wrong.
"Not wrong weally, but I'm thinking..."
"Oooh, are you thinking!?", I giggeled as I continued jokingly, "Don't hurt yourself sweetheart!"
"Momma, that's not funny! I was thinking vewy sewious thoughts"
He did know how to make his momma curious! "About what, darling?"
"Am I evew going to have a bwother or a sister?"
Djeez, thanks Suzie :s, "Would you like that?"
"I think so... I'm not sure **yawn** I'm weally tired..."
"Go to sleep sweetie, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

I was quite shocked about what I just heard, but as Suzie was still downstairs I decided to try and foret it, for now. Ofcourse that didn't happened, thanks to Suzie again. She really wanted to give Edward some company I supose...

"You know, you and Carlisle did such a great job with little Eddie."
"Why thank you Suuze, but he's a wonderfull child himself..."
"I wish every child of ours could get such great parents as he did, though. You know we have two off the sweetest kids I've ever, a brother and his little sister met but nobody wants them. For such stupid reasons... We want to keep them together but the boy is too old for the most people. Its ridiculus, he's only 7, but people are so superficial... They are both quite active though, that might be a bad thing, but they're so nice. Especially the boy, the girl is only 1 year old. Bit she's so cute..."

After that she rapidly changed subject, but for some reason the two childeren lingered in my mind the rest off the evening....

So, what did ya think? I hoped you liked it! Edward speaks funny because he's only a child... normally there would be a part about carlisle (who is human!!) and the emergency but I'm tired so it will be in the next chapter I guess

For the person that guesses which room will be for which child right as first and wants to give me their real name will get a role in the story !! please at least 3 new reviews ;) !! tnx xx!!