Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Author's Note: Well, Jasper left my house, after reading the reviews he decided he needed to go check out our reviewers. So keep a watch out for Jasper.
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Carlisle sat down with Edward next to him holding a family album in his hands. "You know, you were such a cute newborn." Carlisle flipped to a picture of Edward looking exactly the same as he did currently, except for his red eyes.
"Ummm…Exactly the same." Edward pointed to himself and the picture. "I'm still seventeen."
"Yeah, but remember all those fun times we had together when you were young."
"No. Why are you so desperate to have father/son moments with me anyway?"
"Because I love you." He wiped away a non-existent tear. "You grew up so fast. It was like yesterday, I was teaching you how to drain the blood from unsuspecting human victims."
"Why do you only care about me?"
"Because, Edward, I'm your father."
"No, you're not."
"Ok, I'm not, but…don't remind me." Carlisle closed the album quickly. Holding it to his chest, he scurried away, on the verge of non-existent tears.
"I hate father/son time." Edward leaned backwards on the couch.