Hi people and thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I want to thank 'black diamond' and my guest reviewer 'Darlin' for adding a few more ideas to my head. I shall use them soon.

And to another guest reviewer 'Brazos' I'd like to say that it's like you can read my mind…

A nice and long chapter ahead

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight.

Carlisle's POV

Another day had gone by since we had Jasper and as expected, I had been woken up by the sound of howling again but this time it had stopped quicker than the day before. I had gone back to sleep but woke up again a couple of hours later by the sound of Edward and Rosalie arguing. With a sigh, I got out of bed as well as Esme and got into casual clothes before going down the stairs to see what all the fuss was about. But this was Edward and Rosalie so the chances were that the argument was about nothing.

"You're making a big deal about it again!" Edward yelled at her.

"No! You're a complete idiot. Dad buys more of it and then you drink it all up again. You're so selfish, Edward" Rosalie exclaimed.

Like I said; arguing about nothing.

"Rose, Edward, I would appreciate it if you stop shouting at each other. Just because you're awake doesn't mean that everybody else is" I told them.

"But dad, he used up all the milk again! He uses too much for his cereal and then he has at least two glasses before it reaches the afternoon. He's greedy" she glared at her brother.

I put a hand through my hair which tends to be my way of keeping myself calm with Rosalie's temper. I preferred it when she was with Jasper since she was a lot calmer around him. I had noticed the change in her mood ever since he had arrived.

"In that case, perhaps you should have breakfast that doesn't involve milk and Edward, you must remember to save some for everybody else. Especially since I have figured that Jasper likes it too" I mentioned.

It had been yesterday evening when I had come back from the shops with a fresh 4 pint bottle of milk with me since I had gone out to buy some. Jasper had been sleeping on Rosalie but it was as soon as I carried him to his bed when he had woken up. He hadn't freaked out and attacked me like I worried he would but instead he gripped onto my shirt and relaxed. As soon as I had placed him in his bed he had started to lick his lips while looking in the direction of the bathroom where I had kept the door open. I had remembered when he was using the bathroom taps as a source of drinking water so I took this moment to explore what other drinks he was interested in.

I had brought up a glass of orange juice, blackcurrant squash and milk. He didn't show interest in the first two but when I showed him the milk, he tried scooping it out with his hands. I knew that he would find it difficult to drink out of the cup due to the fact that he probably hadn't even learnt how to so instead, I had taken one of my son's water bottles and filled it up with the milk. When I had brought it back up to Jasper, I guided him to use it. It was pretty much like the way a toddler falls asleep while drinking out of a bottle. He used one hand to keep it in his mouth but I had held it too just to stop it from falling since his grip wasn't that firm.

Because of this, I will probably have to start buying a lot more milk. Rosalie rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Jasper likes milk too, huh?" Edward questions.

I nodded at him to confirm this.

"So technically I didn't drink all of the milk" he corrected.

One thing about Edward was that he was always trying to find a way to outsmart us.

"No, but you drunk most of it" I noted.

Edward smirked at me, knowing that I was correct.

"Dad, what the hell is this?" I heard Rose call.

I walked towards where her voice came from which lead to outside my study. Her eyes were directed to something that I had also brought yesterday but a little later on. It was a medium sized coloured mat laying in the corner of my study. It wasn't the rough kind of mats that you find at a door but one with a thick and smooth kind of fabric which could even pass as a dog bed. But that wasn't my intention of how to use it.

"That's a mat, Rose" I stated.

"I know that but what the hell is it supposed to be used for?" She asked.

After seeing Rosalie teach Jasper names of the people in the house, it made me realise that I, too, needed to start teaching him a few things. I had wrote a list of all the things that would need to be worked on which included his speech, manners and telling apart right from wrong. The growling needed to come to a stop and I had a bad feeling that Jasper might attempt to bite somebody again if they pushed him too far.

Since Rosalie was focusing on his speech at the moment, I decided to pick another important topic which was teaching him what was right and what was wrong. In order to do this, I needed to think of a way to reward him as well as a way to punish him but to do this, I had to think back to the time when my children were very young since Jasper probably had no idea what it meant to be grounded.

My intention was to use this mat to place Jasper whenever he did something wrong which included the growling. I had originally thought of a naughty step or chair but we're talking about a child who has been living in the wild for twelve whole years so I very much doubt that he would use a chair or stair. A mat seemed simpler because he would manage to find his own way to make himself comfortable so that he was less likely to try and run from the area but I still wanted him to see it as a punishment. All I had to do was wait for Jasper to do something wrong but I already knew I didn't have to wait that long.

"This is where I will put Jasper if he misbehaves" I explained to my daughter.

"Oh, that's a good idea actually" Rosalie agreed.

When Rosalie settled herself on a sofa in the main room, I went upstairs to see if Jasper was awake. He might be but he still doesn't know how to open a door but then again, if he wanted to get out of a room, he would be howling or whimpering. When I opened his bedroom door, there was no sign of Jasper anywhere.

Alice had let him out of his room the night before so she might have done it again but if that was the case, why wasn't there a mess like there was last time? I headed to my other daughter's room instead, thinking that it was possible that he could be in there with her too.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jasper in Alice's bed with his chin and a hand on her stomach. His eyes were on me and the actions seemed exactly the same as his first night here but he was with Rosalie instead.

"Hello, Jasper" I spoke quietly.

He twitched his ears at the sound of my voice before shifting the position of his body by lying on his side next to Alice while trying to nudge her neck with his head. Alice moved a little and mumbled what sounded like a 'go away'.

"Come here" I called.

He growled very shortly but licked his lips soon after before jumping off Alice's bed and crouched by my side. His hand found my sleeve as he clung onto it tightly while looking up at me like he wanted something. I led him out of my daughters room; shutting the door behind me before leading him down the stairs. By this point he let go of my sleeve as he seems very cautious on the stairs. I even had to stop him from climbing on the balancer because I knew that he was going to try and jump down which I didn't want him to risk. Once we were down the stairs though, his hand returned to grip on my sleeve.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him although I wasn't expecting an answer.

He just looked at me while tilting his head like he keeps doing but I assumed that he was since he hadn't eaten since last night. I led him to the kitchen which is when he let go of my sleeve again and jumped up on the side. He watched me but not in a cautious way which was what made me debate whether I should tell him to get off the side or not but I couldn't have him grow a habit of this.

"Come here, Jasper" I told him.

He had already learned the meaning of 'come here' so there was no hesitation. He jumped off the sides and returned beside me, rubbing his head against my shoulder which I still haven't figured the meaning of.

I made a bowl of Weetabix for him as he watched me carefully; licking his lips when he spotted the milk. It was a good job that Esme had drove to the shops to buy some more as soon as she was informed that it was gone. Noticing Jasper's interest, I refilled his water bottle with more milk so that he could drink it while I waited for the Weetabix to soak up the milk. I chose this cereal in particular because it would be useful to teach him to eat out of a spoon with a mashed up substance. As soon as it looked ready enough, I crushed up the Weetabix so that it was no longer solid.

Carrying his bowl into the dining room, Jasper followed but dropping his bottle to the floor because he preferred having both of his hands free when walking low on the ground in a crouch like way. Rose found the both of us and sat on one of the chairs on the table in hope that Jasper would copy. Instead, he jumped up onto the table.

I knew that he preferred being on a flat surface so a chair didn't satisfy him enough. Giving up, I call him back onto the floor and chose to use the same method as last time. I walked him back into the main room where the coffee table was and Rosalie followed.

The coffee table was at a height where he could crouch on the floor but could still eat on the table so it was a start to teaching him how to eat at a table. I noticed that Rose had picked Jasper's water bottle back up since Jasper was eyeing it.

I placed the bowl of Weetabix on the table, making Jasper lean near it to smell it. His eyes then darted to somebody behind me and when I turned around to see who it was, I found out that my darling wife had joined us too; walking in slowly.

"Shhhhhhh" I sounded.

I did it to avoid hearing the smallest growl coming from him and it worked because he didn't make a sound but only looked back at me. I chose this moment to make a start by getting a spoonful of Weetabix before nearing it to his mouth as I sat next to him. He watched the spoon curiously before grabbing it with his hand to use his fingers to eat it.

"No Jazz, watch" Rosalie told him.

She took the spoon off him and had taken another spoonful of Weetabix before eating a bit for herself as Jasper noted down what she was doing. Grabbing another spoonful, she guided it back to Jasper's mouth.

"Open your mouth" she told him.

Surely he was familiar with this one before his parents were taken from him. Because this was something he had learnt as a kid, I was sure that he would pick this up quickly; making this easier for all of us. Rosalie opened her mouth to let Jasper know that he should open his own. He copied her action which was when she moved the spoon into his mouth.

Almost as if he understood what he was doing now, he ate the food off the spoon before swallowing it.

"Good boy, Jasper" Rosalie exclaimed.

Jasper's eyes returned to mine and I was wondering if he was expecting me to give him the same response as his sister. If he was then it meant that he was beginning to understand the meaning of 'good boy' too.

"Well done, Jasper" I told him as I put a hand onto his shoulder.

He leaned into my touch and I began to hear what appeared to be the sound of purring. That's the second time I have heard that now.

Rosalie begins to spoon feed him again while both of his hands were tightly clenching on to my sleeve but that's when I realised that it might have meant that he was stressed or anxious. All the previous times that he has eaten, he had an extremely cautious behaviour; even around Rosalie but he knew that in order to eat this food, he needed our help so he was pushing himself way out of his comfort zone to allow that. I actually found it amazing that his brain was processing better than I thought since he was thinking this out carefully. And another thing that made me happy was that I was the one being used to comfort him.

Once he had finished his bowl, Rosalie had taken it to the kitchen so Esme slowly moved to where she was originally sitting. I kept on making the 'shhhh' sound again which did prove very effective; especially if I did it in advance.

"He's improving already" Esme noted while looking at him sympathetically.

"I know. Rosalie is going to teach him how to bond with you and the others soon" I informed.

I knew that she wanted to be close to him so bad. Close as in the way Rose was to him and even the way I was to him but at the moment, he was very cautious around most of the others but we will have to fix that soon.

Jasper started to whimper as he rubbed his head against my shoulder once again while his fists clench into each side of the shoulder of my shirt. It was like he was begging me to protect or comfort him.

I gently put a hand around him which pulled him into a small cuddle which is when the whimpering stopped. Maybe that's all he wanted. He was mentally just a small boy and now living here was bringing back the memories of his childhood therefore he was beginning to recall the life of his first years as a child. All he wanted was a small comforting cuddle.

When Rosalie returned, Jasper's eyes were back on her but he didn't pull away. Instead, he just rested his chin on my shoulder as he whined for Rosalie. She got close enough to keep him happy which relaxed Jasper completely.

His ears twitched once again before removing himself from our position and darting up the stairs. Well last time he did this, he trashed Edward's room. Not wanting him to cause any more trouble, I rushed up the stairs to follow him and found him lying by Edward's door; scratching at it. I could hear Edward playing on his piano so this had obviously made Jasper curious.

Noticing that I was near, he whimpered loudly to tell me the he wanted me to open the door. I liked the idea of him exploring new things but the thought of the 'new thing' was in Edward's room held me back.

I knew that Edward feared him; especially when Jasper would growl at him. I wouldn't blame him really since a growling child was an extremely odd behaviour. The sound of the keys on the piano soon stopped and then the door opened. Edward's head popped out; probably to check out the noise but Jasper grabbed the chance to bolt in there.

"Jasper" I called after him.

Edward had a strained look on his face and it was obvious that he knew Jasper in a new room was bad news. Jasper had been in here before but left hours of mess for Edward to clean up; he just didn't want to do that again.

Jasper didn't listen to me but jumped up on the seat that lay in front of Edward's piano as he observed it carefully. He looked so focused on it that I was afraid that the slightest noise or movement would scare him. Edward daren't move just in case the boy gets mad enough to try and break his beloved piano.

"Jasper, come here" I called again.

He still didn't move; continuing to crouch on top of the stool. Why couldn't he do that at the dining table? He looked back at Edward cautiously but didn't growl like he did all the other times that he crossed paths with Edward.

"Actually dad, I think….I think I can handle it. Maybe I can show him a few things" Edward suggested nervously as if he was still debating it.

"Are you sure?" I double checked.

I didn't want to be the one to blame if Jasper starts to misbehave again. Edward nodded more confidently this time.

"Alright then. Call me if anything goes wrong" I told him.

If he does anything bad then I can put the mat in my study to good use but I hoped that I wouldn't need to use it anytime soon. He had behaved well so far today. Jasper's eyes returned back to the keys as he started the shift his position.

I managed to gain the confidence to walk away, hoping that Jasper would behave himself for now. This might be a great chance for Edward to create a bond with Jasper miraculously without Rosalie's help. But then again, I'd rather Rosalie not help Edward because I doubt Jasper would learn anything other than curse words.

So the next chapter will be in Edward's POV so that we can see what happens in his room. Will it go well or will Edward regret his own decision of letting him stay in his room.

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