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And to show you how grateful I am that you reviewed my story, I update sooner! This chapter was far from done, but I didn't want to let you wait any longer. So I decided to add a flashback, which was a lot of fun to write, and the chapter got longer and longer and ... you get the idea. But I think the flashback fits nicely, wouldn't you agree?

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The distinct sound of their parents' voices hit them the moment the kitchen door opened.

Maddie was drawn between shock and joy - joy overweighted.

She stormed as quickly as she could into the kitchen and yelled, "Mommy!"

Then she ran straight into her mother's arms and hugged her close.

It was so good to have Esme back. She was like a calm anchor in this house and Maddie really had missed her Mom.

"Oh, sweetie, how I missed you!" Esme cooed and hugged her daughter back. She lovingly placed a kiss on Maddie's cheek and stroked her hair affectionately, frowning a little at the state her daughter was in ...

Carlisle slipped passed the two and put the suitcases on the floor in the kitchen.

"Daddy!" Maddie shouted and switched from her mother straight to her Dad.

"I am so glad to see you! Did you have a good time, dear?" Carlisle asked and enjoyed the hug. He had missed his children and, even though he and his wife had a marvellous time in Paris, he was happy to be back home.

"I did!" Maddie exclaimed and let go of her father. But then ... then she remembered that she and Emmett were actually still not finished playing a game - a game they were probably not allowed to play.

"Why are you home, sweetheart?" Esme asked suddenly in a concerned tone, cupping her daughter's cheek with one hand while pulling a blue string out of Maddie's hair.

"Accident at school, Alice wouldn't let me attend classes," Maddie answered straight away and slowly backed off.

"And what is that covering you?"

Maddie backed off further until she ran backwards into Emmett. He had walked into the kitchen and was looking pretty dumbfounded - probably still shocked.

"Streamer spray," Maddie managed to say and positioned herself behind Emmett for protection.

That was when their parents took in the kitchen.

It was covered from top to bottom in weird streamers and Maddie looked like a smurf with all the blue strings covering her. Emmett was full of red streamers, as if he was bleeding from every pore of his body.

"Could you tell me why the kitchen looks like ... this?" Esme asked while looking around.

Maddie and Emmett acted quickly. They looked at each other, then shouted, "SURPRISE!" in unison and waited.

But neither Esme nor Carlisle seemed to react to that exclamation.

"No?" Maddie asked carefully, shaking her head slightly. And her parents shook their heads as well.

Okay ... so they wouldn't believe them that the streamers were meant to be there as some kind of a breezy welcome.

"Okay," Maddie said and made a face.

"So?" Esme prompted.

"Uhm ...," Maddie answered brilliantly, not knowing what to say right then. So instead of coming up with a good explanation, she addressed Emmett. "You said they'd be back on Saturday!" she whispered fiercely to her older brother.

"They said they'd be gone for a week, that'd be Saturday!" he answered just as fiercely.

"Why didn't you double-check?" she hissed.

"You talked to them for every single day this week!" he retorted.

"So?"

Carlisle cleared his throat loudly.

Oh, so their whispering wasn't as quiet as they thought it'd be ... Shit.

"Surprise?" Maddie tried again in a meek attempt to find a good enough excuse for all this, but her parents shook their heads like they did before, this time with folded arms.

"Well, it was worth a shot," she murmured and shrugged.

"Do that thing with your hands!" Emmett suggested in a whisper, and pushed her lightly in the direction where their parents stood.

Maddie just looked at him, with an 'Are-you-shitting-me'-look in her eyes. She wouldn't be stupid enough to do that again. No, thanks. The memory of last time she did that was still vivid in her mind. And they would anticipate it now, thanks to Emmett's oh so low whisper.

"Emmett Cullen! You better tell me you did not just incite your sister to use her ability on us!" Carlisle was getting mad, that much was clear.

"Uhm," he replied inanely.

But Carlisle was not yet done with his reprimand that was directed at Emmett. "This, my dear son, is something I don't want to ever hear you suggest again!" Then he pinched the bridge of his nose; he tended to do that a lot when he was running out of patience.

When he had caught himself again, Carlisle prompted, "I want you two to tell me what happened in here." He stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest, tapping his foot on the floor, waiting for an answer.

Double shit.

"Good gracious! What happened to my kitchen!" Esme exclaimed all of a sudden and stormed over to the cupboard - the one which was lacking a door. Carlisle followed his wife with his eyes, noticed the missing cupboard door and fixed his children with a stern glare that made them flinch.

Triple shit if that is even possible.

"Fine, if you aren't willing to answer me: Go upstairs to your rooms. I will be there shortly."

Nooo. Maddie knew what that meant ... and she didn't like it one single bit.

Besides, her parents had merely seen the mess in the kitchen and were already pissed. What was going to happen when they'd find out that the rest of the house was equally decorated?

"Daddy -," she tried in a whiny tone, but was promptly kept from saying another word.

"Upstairs I said!"

If he says so. Emmett and Maddie quickly left the kitchen and hurried up the stairs.

They stopped in front of Emmett's and Rose's room, because Emmett said, "Your ass is toast, you ordered the spray cans."

"Prove it, it was paid for with your credit card." Maddie smiled cunningly, then added, "Oh, by the way, your ass is toast, you are older than me."

"Madeline! Do you have trouble finding your room?" bellowed a voice from downstairs.

"Sorry!" she replied hastily, waved at Emmett and ran into her own room in less than two seconds.

Her room made Maddie groan. The broken chair could not be overlooked. And Carlisle would be up soon, so what was she supposed to do? Leave it like that? Hide it? Throw it out of the window? She would have replaced the pieces with Edward's desk chair at this very second, but unfortunately Edward didn't have the same one, dammit.

She walked up to take a closer look. Maybe she could put the parts together again.

But she dismissed the idea as quickly as it came and stuffed the remnants into her huge closet. Well, maybe her Dad wouldn't notice it missing.

So ... what could they possibly tell Carlisle in order to not get in trouble now? Okay, they were already in trouble ... but maybe they could manage to not get their asses beaten today.

In order to come up with a plan, Maddie fished her cell phone out of the drawer of her nightstand and saw that she had a new text.

'Clean up, now!' it read and was from Alice, sent two hours ago. Aw hell.

Ignoring the message - it was too late for that now anyways - she typed a message and sent it to Emmett, hoping he had his phone in his room.

- What do we do now?

- I'll figure something out once he comes upstars. The reply came mere seconds later.

Grr, Emmett.

- What if he comes to my room first? Ever thought about that? Maddie instantly pressed the Send-button.

- Oh. read the next message coming from Emmett.

Yes, OH, Maddie thought and huffed.

Emmett's next message came a couple of minutes later. 'Mad, the shit has hit the fan, and Pops is not an idiot. We're busted, live with it.'

Gah! How could he give up like that? !

And then Maddie wondered if Emmett would even get spanked by Carlisle. Throughout the year she has spent with her family, she was the only one who constantly landed over her Dad's knee for a good hiding.

Even the last time they had played the game - the water bombs war - she was the one who got spanked, not Emmett. Well, it might have been because of her choice of words that day ... but whatever.

Flashback...

Carlisle and Esme came home from the hospital. Esme had picked her husband up from work, because she needed his car for some shopping - the trunk of the Mercedes was bigger than the ones of the other cars. Well, Emmett's car was the biggest actually, but Esme preferred Carlisle's Mercedes.

Emmett and Maddie were playing around outside, two hundred water bombs already used up. Some had landed against the exterior wall of their house, in Esme's flowerbeds and even inside the house. Yes, they weren't just chasing each other around the garden and the forest, that surrounded the house, but through the house, too. As soon as they heard their parents arriving, though, they took off at full speed, giggling. They knew their parents wouldn't be too happy about them leaving wet and muddy trails throughout their home, so they sought refuge in the forest for the time being. Not even Carlisle's calling made them come out of their hideout.

After a couple of hours, when it was dark already, they decided to sneak back into the house. But they had a lot of trouble staying silent, since they were snorting with laughter. That game had just been too much fun!

Too bad Carlisle was sitting on a lawn chair on the porch, waiting for his two unruly children.

"Ah ah ah, you two, over here," Carlisle said and beckoned Em and Maddie over when he saw them tiptoeing towards the other side of the house. They froze instantly, then looked at each other.

"Emmett, Madeline, now," Carlisle ordered.

They trudged over to him with their heads bowed.

"Sit down," he said and pointed at the wooden bench.

They obeyed, then looked expectantly up at their father.

"Did you notice what the house looked like before you ran off?" Carlisle's voice was strict.

Neither of them replied, so he went on. "Did you notice what your mother's flowerbeds looked like before you ran off?"

Maddie chewed on her lip, while Emmett buried his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.

"Did you hear me call for you two hours ago?"

Maddie looked sideways at Emmett through a curtain of her dark hair. She was so close to cracking up again.

"You better start answering my questions, because I am not willing to wait all night." Carlisle sounded irritated.

"We just wanted to have some fun, Pops," Emmett tried.

"There is nothing wrong with that, but I told you to keep it outside because it was foreseeable to be getting out of hand. You ignored my instructions," their father rebuked.

"Not true!" Maddie exclaimed defensively.

"It is true. The whole house looked like it's been buried by a mudflow."

"Hell, why do you always assume we did it? That's not fair!" Maddie retorted, raising her voice.

"Madeline, watch your tone, I will not put up with insolence today. And judging by the condition your clothes are in and the fact that you ran away the moment Esme and I came home, it was indeed you two who got the house dirty."

Well, Maddie and Emmett did look filthy. Mud-crusted shoes and jeans, blotched sweatshirts and damp hair .. how could Maddie ever think she would get out of that one?

She huffed, leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest.

Carlisle gave his daughter a piercing look, then continued. "Do not get me wrong, I am glad you have so much fun together, but games or competitions to such an extent are prohibited from now on."

"Please Carlisle, we promise to not play near the house again," Emmett tried to reason with him.

"You will not play these games near the house, in the house or anywhere else again. And I hope for your sakes that you don't even consider touching a water balloon ever again for I will be more than just displeased if you do. Am I understood?"

Emmett hung his head in defeat and said, "Yes, sir."

Maddie pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, crossed her legs and looked away. She absolutely hated it if anyone used words like 'prohibited' or 'forbidden' or the like towards her. And due to her young age, she was still having difficulties keeping her temper in check.

"Madeline, do you understand what I just said?" Carlisle queried in a strict tone.

"Sure," she replied casually with a wave of her hand. Emmett gave his sister a look that meant: Stop it!

"We'll clean up now, if that is all right with you," Emmett told his father quickly, partly because he felt it was their duty to clean up, partly because he wanted to detract attention from his sister's attitude. She definitely wasn't doing herself a favour mouthing off at Carlisle, and Em didn't want Maddie to get punished.

"No need. You mother couldn't stand the dirt and has already wiped the floor," their father clarified.

"Oh." Emmett felt bad. Esme shouldn't have to clean the mess they had caused.

"There is one more thing, Emmett: Why is Madeline's bed dripping wet and the mattress ruined?" Carlisle knew why, of course, but he wanted to ask anyways.

Emmett wanted to apologise but his sister was faster than him, shouting, "What the fuck? Why have you been to my room?"

Their father wasn't very fond of outbursts, especially not the ones filigreed with cusses. "Emmett, please go inside and ask your mother if you can be of any help."

"Yes, sir."

Carlisle followed Emmett with his eyes. When he saw that he was indeed inside the house, he turned towards his youngest daughter.

"Madeline, I told you before that I will not put up with these antics today. Cease your disrespectful behaviour and the colourful language or you'll find yourself with a sore backside. What will it be?"

She looked up at him, hesitated and eventually said, "I'm sorry."

"Good. How about we go inside now? You can apologise to your mother and then take a shower, all right?" he said, sounding calm again.

Maddie nodded, then muttered under her breath, "Like I give a fuck..."

That wasn't too smart. Carlisle grabbed his daughter by her wrist, pulled her out of her seat and tucked her under his arm. The moment Maddie realised in what position she was in, the first swat came already crashing down onto her behind.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, stop!" was all she managed to say while smack after smack rained down in quick succession. But as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Carlisle had dished out a total of six spanks, but he made sure they were memorable enough to cure his daughter of her disrespect.

He helped her up again, then put his hands on her shoulders. "Madeline, you have been warned to not use this kind of language. Can I trust you to speak civilly now?"

Maddie nodded her head, then reached one hand back and tried to rub the sting away. She looked pitiful with her stained clothes and teary eyes and Carlisle couldn't help but feel bad about having just spanked her. But he did warn her and she was lucky to receive her punishment over her jeans and not bare.

He gave his little one a kiss on her forehead, then hugged her close. "Let's go inside, sweetie. Come now," he said lovingly.

Maddie reached out and Carlisle took her by the hand, then they stepped inside into the now unsoiled house.

No need to say that Maddie, as well as Emmett, had to apologise to Esme and help her with the garden until it looked exactly like it had before.

The time passed and Maddie was nervous. Her parents had already detected more of Emmett's and her 'work' - that was apparent from the raised voices that sounded up from the living room. They would probably make a tour of the house to see what the rest of their home looked like, before spending time on contemplating how to deal with her and Emmett.

That sucked; shouldn't they be all relaxed and easy-going after their vacation?

And then Maddie heard footsteps ascending the stairs. She gulped.

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