Hi guys, sorry it's late, hope you can forgive me. Next one should be up Friday. Toodles!

Once they arrived home, Carlisle saw what his son had meant by looking at the state of the front garden. He knew it would take many months for his wife to rebuild the front garden to its original beautiful state. Though he also knew his son wouldn't argue with being told to help his mother in the restoration process. Hus gaze then turned towards the front door where he saw a giant hole where the door had been prior to his son's movements. Carlisle took a deep breath and pinched his nose which he had seen many humans do other the years when struggling with their emotions and somehow he'd began doing it himself. Alex watched his father and winced inwardly when he saw him surveying the damage to the garden and door with disappointment. Esme didn't allow her son and husband to exchange any words and instead took her son's hand, and walked into the house and into the lounge. They sat down on the couch together and her son put his head on her shoulder, the last hour had taken its toll on him. Esme began running her small hands through her sons blonde hair that was an identical colour to her husband. She hummed an old lullaby to him that was sung to her as a child to try and calm him down.

Whilst his wife was comforting their son, Carlisle watched from the doorway. He looked at his son and saw what everybody meant when they said Alex looked like him. It was because of this fact that Esme and Carlisle had decided that instead of saying Alex was adopted like the rest of their children, they would say he was their biological child and due to complications with his birth, Esme could no longer have children which is why they adopted as naturally they'd always wanted a large family, siblings for Alex to play with. This was aided by the fact they did look old enough to be Alex's biological parents but not Edward's or Rosalie's for example. Alex had the same eye colour as Carlisle, an almost identical face shape and the same thin mouth and nose. When Carlisle turned his attention to Alex's hair, he frowned – his eyebrows furrowing. Although they had the same hair colour, it seemed Alex had done his best to go with a style that looked nothing like Carlisle's, Carlisle would never have his spiked all up with gel.

Carlisle shook his head several times trying to get rid of the thought that Alex didn't want to look like him or be like him. Esme noticed the inner torment and conflict her husband was going through by the look on his face and mouthed "come here" to him, she then motioned to the empty space next to Alex. Carlisle half smiled and nodded at his wife then took the seat and held his son's hand by rubbing circles on the top of it. Esme leant forward, her face going above her son's and

Carlisle met her face with his, their lips meeting and Esme reached up to caress her husband's cheek.

"I love you Carlisle." She murmured, knowing he would hear it.

"I love you too Esme, with every bone in my body, my heart and soul is yours, you are my love and you are my life." Carlisle said in reply.

"Alex, honey are you ok? You are very quiet." Esme lowered her hands and used her index finger to lift her son's chin up so he would look at her.

"I'm okay now, just enjoying the moment. It's been a long time since we have done this, it's nice." He said with slightly embarrassment.

"You are right actually Alex. I can't remember the last time; we spent any time together – just us three. Alex is this what has gotten you all upset? I know you are struggling school but you wouldn't get yourself in such a state just because of that." Esme gasped, realising now what was truly wrong with her youngest.

"Alex, is your father right? Are you upset because you haven't spent any time with me or your father?" Esme said, very upset that she had caused her son so much pain.

"No mum, I...I don't know, maybe. I'm sorry." Alex groaned, he pulled his legs up and rested is head into his bands, hiding his face.

"Alex tell us please." Carlisle begged his son.

"I just miss you guys that's all, you are always at work Dad and we never go on our father and son road trips anymore, we haven't been on one in over a year and you promised that we would go to Canada. Mum you used to always help me with my homework and never pushed me too hard, whereas you just ask Edward or Jasper to help. All Edward does is get annoyed by the fact I can't get something after the first or second time. Whereas Jasper is too hard on me, he won't let me take a break even after we've been at it for hours. I just want my parents back, not the ones that are too busy to have anything to do with me. I miss them." Alex broke free from being in his parents hold and ran up the stairs into his room, leaving his mother and father distraught.

"Carlisle, what have we done to our son?" Esme asked in a heartbroken tone.

"I honestly don't know Esme but we are going to rectify this, I promise." He stood up knowing Esme wouldn't have the strength to follow. Carlisle slowly walked up the stairs towards his son's room, when he rushed the door; he knocked once and then again when he received no reply. He slowly opened the door after this, realising he was never going to get a reply.

"Alex, son, look at me please." Alex did so, knowing stalling wouldn't help.

"I'm sorry about what I said Dad, I didn't mean it." Carlisle shook his head, sighed and walked into the room.

"No Alex, you spoke nothing but the truth and you were right to tell me and your mother. We have not given you the time or the parenting you needed or deserved and for that we are deeply sorry and we hope in time you can forgive us for neglecting you. So I think and so will your mother that we need a vacation, just the three of us. What do you say?" Carlisle asked his son, hoping he was doing the right thing.

"Wow, really? Where would we go?" Alex said in excitement.

"I was thinking we could finally show you England, we could go for two weeks. Oh and I was also thinking we'd drive through Canada just before Christmas. What do you say?" He saw the look on his son's face as his eyes lit up.

"That would be awesome." Alex almost shouted.

"We leave in a few hours; Esme is just booking everything now. Although Alex, before you start packing, you must first apologise to your mother and clean up this room. Agreed?" Alex nodded, they were fair terms.

"Yes Dad, I'm sorry." Alex solemnly replied and he really meant it.

"That's my boy, I love you son." Alex smiled at this.

"I love you too Dad, you are the best Dad in the world." With that, Carlisle's unbeating heart warmed and he left the bedroom with a smile on his face.