Chapter 4

Carlisle's POV

On the drive home with my kids all I could think about was Mrs. Esme Evanson.

No Carlisle. I scolded myself. She's married. But she's beautiful. I shook my head to clear the thoughts.

"Dad?" Emmett said from the passenger's seat.

"Yes Emmett?" I asked him.

"Can I talk to you alone later?" he asked looking up at me.

"Sure Emmett." I said smiling down at my son. He sat quietly all the way home. When we got home we at dinner and Edward and Alice went upstairs to get ready for bed. Emmett started to climb the steps.

"Emmett didn't you want to talk to me?" I asked.

"Yeah just let me help Alice change." he said going into his room. I followed him up to his room and saw a fairly sad sight. Emmett had to play parent at such a young age and I wasn't doing anything about it. I saw Emmett helping Edward undo his buttons to the school shirt. Then Emmett walked over to Alice and took off her overalls and tee shirt. He walked over to the toddler bed and grabbed a light blue nightgown and walked back over to Alice. While he was slipping the gown on Edward asked.

"Emmett what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Emmett replied to his little brother forcing a smile.

"Why do you seem sad?" Alice asked.

"I'm fine Ali." Emmett said tucking the little girl into her bed. "Good night little one." He smiled down at her.

"Night Emmie." she said smiling back up at him. Emmett walked over to Edward

"Night Eddie." he said to his younger brother.

"Night Em." Edward said back to him. I walked into the room and sat on Alice's bed.

"Night little one." I said to her.

"Night Daddy." she said smiling up at me. I walked over to Edward scuffled his hair.

"Night Edward." I said smiling at him.

"Night Dad." Edward replied. Emmett stood in the doorway waiting for me to come. Just when he was about to close it I heard Alice ask.

"Emmett where are you going?"

"I'm going to talk to Dad. I'll be up in a little." Emmett said to her. We walked downstairs and sat on the couch.

"Dad…" Emmett started, but he looked like he was having second thoughts. "Dad… some of the guys on the team…"

"Yeah Emmett. You can tell me anything I won't judge you my boy." I said comfortingly.

"Some of the guys on the team," he sat and thought about something. "they asked me to go to a movie with them on Saturday. Can I?" he asked.

"Yeah of course. Go out and enjoy yourself Emmett you're a growing boy." I said smiling at him. He gave me a weak smiled and stood up.

"I'm going to bed Dad. Night." he said hugging me.

"Night Emmett." I said as I remained seated on the couch. Emmett ran upstairs. I looked at the picture of their mother, Shyloh, and asked the picture.

"What isn't he telling me?" I went upstairs and went to bed like my children.