So... today's the first day I've had off in awhile and I decided to make some playlists to go along with my stories. The hubby also works Saturdays so after I clean the house and hit the gym, there's not much to do.. I'm a loser, I know! :) lol so if you're bored and want to possibly check out some new songs.. (i have to spell out the URL because it won't show up)

www dot playlist dot com/#!/user/58678725/playlists

Chapter 8

Alexandra had spoken her first words, and this time 'Mommy' came first. She was so attached to Esme and occassionally threw fits when she was forced out of her arms. Even with Carlisle, there were times when she struggled out of his grasp, reaching out for her mother. At the moment, that's exactly what was happening.

Rosalie looked over with a muffled laugh as she dropped her face to Emmett's shoulder on the couch, "She likes her mommy better," she teased.

"Ma," Alexandra's baby voice came, as she pressed her little feet against Carlisle's chest as leverage to reach out for Esme.

Esme laughed and took her from him, "Alright. Alright." She swept her into the crease of her arm and Alexandra placed a head down on her shoulder, "Sorry."

Carlisle smiled and headed into the kitchen, "It's okay. I'm going to make some chicken cutlets and mashed potatoes. Seth and Leah are going to join Renesme and Jacob for dinner here."

"Is Masen coming?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

Esme seemed satisfied and sat down on the floor by the television in front of a plether of toys that were scattered about. Alexandra eyed something fluorescent and grabbed it, as Esme set her down on the floor.

A dirty joke came from the program on television and she looked up, upon Emmett's laughter. Rosalie didn't look overly amused.

"What show is this?" Esme made a face, that was returned by Rosalie.

"Workaholics," Emmett told her, still smiling, "It's great."

"No it isn't," Rosalie disagreed, "And William's been picking up things from this now."

"Oh, he's like almost thirteen, fourteen now... in human years."

She shook her head, "You should hear some of the things he's said."

"That's my boy," Emmett joked.

Rosalie turned and pinched him hard in the arm.

"Stop," he called, swatting at her, "Stop."

She let go and focused back on the program on the television, only staying to watch to be next to her husband. When something finally was amusing to her, she giggled softly and Emmett turned to her, "Ha! See, it's funny."

"No," she continued to protest, "It's stupid."

"I'll give ya that, but it's still good."

"Oh, what they put on cable television these days," Esme shook her head, "I remember when the Brady Bunch was taboo because the parent slept in the same bed."

Rosalie laughed, "Oh yeah! Wow. It's definitely changed."

"Those were the boring days of television," Emmett said, "I prefer today's selection."

Seth and Leah came in through the door together, "Hello," they both waved.

"Hey," everyone waved.

"Thanks for having us over," Seth said, "Not that it's out of the ordinary really. But thanks for cooking dinner."

"Thank the great chef in there," Esme said, pointing toward the kitchen, "Where's Mase? And Lucy?"

"Hunting," Leah said.

Esme nodded, "Has Lucy been staying over at Jasper and Alice's place?"

"For the most part," Seth told her, then made a face, "And so has Michael."

"Oh, don't be jealous," Leah teased.

Seth made a face.

"Don't let her fool you, Seth," Emmett called over, "She was super jealous the night they played Piano Man down at the pub."

"I was not," she protested with a smile.

"Tell him to shut up Leah," Rosalie told her, "I do."

Jacob hurried into the house with a smile, "Do I smell chicken cutlets?"

Carlisle walked into the living room where they all stood. He cracked a smile, "Plenty for you Jacob."

"Let me help with the mashed potatoes." He hurried in after him. Carlisle was about to protest but Jacob had already made his way passed him, kissing Renesme on the cheek as he went. She sat at the table fiddling with the salt and pepper shakers.

"We're like a messed up version of the Brady Bunch," Rosalie said with a laugh.

"Much more messed up," Emmett agreed, "Hey you and Carlisle should be Mike and Carol Brady for Halloween this year." He laughed, looking at Esme.

Rosalie giggled, "That would be hilareous."

"Only if you'll be Greg and Marsha," she told them.

"Hell yeah, I'll be Greg," Emmett told her, "And Rose is already blond so there ya go."

William entered through the back with Edward and Renesme. He looked several inches taller than he had a week before when he'd gotten in trouble. His shoulders were beginning to fill out and, though his voice hadn't quite changed yet, they suspected it was something that would happen very soon. Rosalie already had a secret little date planned for him and Maddy, and hoped it would work. A part of her thought that the two of them might end up being the way she and Edward turned out, but hoped for the best anyway. Emmett felt the same way.

"What'd you get?" Emmett asked.

"Mountain lion," he gritted his teeth and growled, flexing his muscles.

Emmett and Rosalie both laughed.

Masen and Luciana entered momentarily after. Masen immediately joined Esme and Alexandra on the carpet.

"Who's that?" Esme asked lovingly, pointing to her son.

"Ma," Alexandra said. Her version of Masen sounded exactly like the way she said Mom.

"That's right," Masen told her. He slipped his thumbs in between her tiny hands and helped stand her up, though knew she wasn't able to stay like that on her own yet. She smiled and giggled as he bounced her up and down. When he'd stop she would anticipate when he would pick up again, a laugh escaped her tiny body each time that he did.

A loud clap of thunder silenced everyone for a minute and Alexandra's face went from extremely happy to scared. She started to cry almost immediately and Masen stood up, cuddling her to him, "It's okay," he laughed, as her tears continued to fall. She clung to him and composed herself within a few minutes.

"Another freakin' thunderstorm," Emmett said.

"Em," Rosalie said with a hand out, "What if Alexandra's next word is freakin'."

"That'd be kind of funny actually," Masen said with a smile at Emmett.

He nodded in agreement, "It'd be great Rose."

"You just love to get under my skin these days Em," Rosalie said, standing up from the couch.

"Babe-" he began to protest.

"No," she said a little louder, "You've been teasing me all the time lately. Why do you have to be such a... punk all the time."

"Rosalie," he called after her, as she stormed out of the room.

William looked on and a smile slowly spread on his face upon making eye contact with Masen. Emmett shook his head and continued to watch television.

Esme walked into the kitchen and grabbed some plates and silverwear to set the table for Jacob, Leah and Seth.

"I got it," Carlisle told her, "Go sit."

"It's not going to kill me," she told him, "Just worry about your chicken cutlets." She smiled and winked at him, causing a grin to escape his lips. He turned back to the stove and pulled a few more pieces of chicken from the frying pan to a paper plate full of the ones he'd already cooked.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Leah asked them.

"Now that everything's done," Jacob said, pouring garlic into a bowl full of potatoes, "No. But thank you."

She shook her head, wanting to reply with a smart comment but decided not to because of Carlisle and Esme.

"Be nice," Esme said to Jacob.

Seth stood in the corner with his arms crossed.

"Come sit honey," Esme told him, "You too Lucy, if you'd like."

Seth smiled shyly and found a spot at the table next to Renesme.

"What would you guys like to drink?"

"Oh, umm..." his voice trailed off, "If you have Pepsi I'll do that."

She nodded, "Leah? Jacob?"

"I can get it," Leah offered.

"She only gets to cook and all this every now and then," Carlisle told them, bringing the breaded chicken to the table, "So just let her have her fun."

Leah smiled, "Okay. I'll do Pepsi too."

"Same for me," Jacob told her, unplugging the potato masher. He brought the bowl over and placed it in the middle of the table.

Masen joined them at the table to accompany Leah. He handed Alexandra back to Esme.

Emmett laughed out loud as another episode of Workaholics went on Comedy Central. Rosalie stormed in upon hearing his carefree demeanor and smacked him hard in the back of the head, "You don't even care that I'm upset."

He spun around a little angry, "Baby, come on!"

"Rosalie," Carlisle said, looking at her.

"No, he doesn't even care," she yelled, "If he was upset, I wouldn't be sitting here laughing at the dumbest show in the world."

Emmett sighed and looked at Carlisle, shaking his head as he did. He knew the action would make her even more mad.

"Stop shaking your head," she told him firmly, attempting not to raise her voice again because of the baby.

Jacob smiled and looked at Renesme, "It's fun to watch."

She snickered back and took a swig of her soda.

Emmett decided to play an unfair card, "I could have died three and a half weeks ago."

Rosalie pointed a finger at him and shook her head before storming out again.

Esme gave him a look, "That's not fair Emmett. Go talk to her."

Emmett sighed and got up off the couch, handing the remote to Carlisle, "See ya in four days."