"Edward," Esme said when she saw her son enter. She put the dust pan she had just used to clean the floor to the side before standing up and nodding her head towards one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table. "Take a seat."
"I'd rather stand," he replied curtly, hoping that that way the dreaded talk would end in a matter of minutes instead of dragging on for half an hour. He really did not feel like wasting his time with talking about his idiotic, newborn brother and his fondness of dead animal parts when he could go back to his room and enjoy the silence as long as it would last. With two couples in the house, it never lasted long enough for him.
She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and pointed with her index finger at the exact same chair. "Sit."
With a silent sigh he pulled a different chair out and slumped down into it, folding his hands in front of him on the smooth table top and looking down on them.
Esme groaned internally at this subtle act of defiance, but chose not to say anything. "What happened on your hunt?"
He refused to answer at first, grinding his teeth together in annoyance while he felt and saw his mother's eyes on him as she was seemingly patiently waiting for an answer.
So he wouldn't get out of this one.
Groaning, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the smooth table top. "Mother, you know what happened. Emmett found a bear, fought with it, drained it and then ripped its head off."
"Did you tell him that he wasn't to bring it home?" she queried.
His head snapped up and he focussed his darkened eyes on her. "Of course I did!"
"Edward, lower your voice. I am merely asking you a question; there is no reason for you to get mad at me."
Taking a calming breath as he now finally realised that he was not going to get yelled at or held responsible for Emmett's idiotic behaviour, he tried to keep his voice to a normal level. "I apologise, Esme. I told Emmett to leave it in the forest, told him that it was dirty and that he couldn't bring it home... and do you know what he did? He washed it in the river."
"Did you tell him that washing it would not change the fact that it does not belong in the house?"
"Yes," he ground out, then noticed that he was getting worked up over his brother's stupidity again. Another deep breath later and he continued to explain in a calmer voice, "Yes, I did, but he does not listen to me. It was like talking to a wall... you know how stubborn newborns are."
She nodded her head at him, then sighed and with sad eyes looked over to the sink and the bin that now held her broken vase. "I don't want this to happen again."
"But I do?!" he asked, his eyes wide. "Esme, there is no way how I could possibly keep him from doing what he wants."
Esme exhaled deeply, then leaned against the edge of the table and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to think of a way to prevent similar events from happening again.
"Do you want me to yell at him or rip it from his hands?" Edward mumbled and huffed.
She held a hand up. "Edward, stop it. I know you are in a bad mood, but don't take it out on me, you hear? I don't blame you."
Glancing at her, he nodded his head feeling somewhat embarrassed by his inability to keep his annoyance and frustration from showing.
"Taking something from him that he wants to keep might end in a fight and I don't want that to happen."
"Well, me neither," he muttered as the thought of fighting the strongest newborn he could imagine was not a very pretty picture in his head.
"Then we need to think of something that will distract him so he will forget about the bear head when you are on your next hunt."
He put his head back and groaned loudly. "Do I really have to continue taking him on hunts? He doesn't do this when he goes with you and Rosalie."
"He doesn't find bears when he goes with us."
Wonderful.
She stepped closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Do you think you could maybe take him to a different area where he wouldn't be able to find any bears?"
He shook his head. "He finds them, I don't even get the chance to lead him anywhere. He just runs off and I have no choice but to run after him. And I don't think Carlisle would appreciate your idea to try to deny him bear when it is the only animal he truly likes."
She slowly retrieved her hand and looked down, a little embarrassed that she would value the cleanliness of her house higher than having a satisfied boy who was currently learning to get his bloodlust under control. He needed this burst of confidence, he needed these wild animals to fight and work his energy off on, and he needed the taste of the musty and musky blood as it seemed to be what he liked most. It made him forget about the appeal human blood had on him and probably always will have, and with the safety that came with it they would be able to settle down in Hoquiam and live a next to human life for hopefully a few years.
"I do want him to drink bear, please believe me, but I don't want him to keep their heads and bring them home."
He snorted. "And I don't want to witness him beheading these creatures. It is grosser than it sounds, Esme."
Again she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while giving him a sad smile. "I can imagine."
He heard her thoughts and saw the pictures that formed in her head, and so he knew that she could obviously not imagine how gross it was.
"You forgot the sounds. And the way he turns its head until the neck breaks and all the tissue is properly severed."
Her face scrunched up while images she actually did not want to see flooded her mind, and he started nodding his head.
"Close," he praised, then smirked. "But it was a lot messier. Just imagine a-"
"Edward!" she gasped.
Instead of looking ashamed, he grinned and a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He had officially grossed his mother out with only the image of a bear head, whereas Emmett had needed to take an actual head and bring it home to achieve just that. Now that was something to be proud of.
Carlisle sat in a wooden lawnchair on the porch, enjoying the little free time he had from work so he could finally spend some more time with his family again. He loved his job at the hospital, loved being able to improve other people's health and take care of their injuries so they would heal faster, even though that meant not being able to see his wife and children as much as he would want to.
Luckily he did not need to sleep, or else he would probably struggle a lot more with this handling of his time. He'd love to be home more, see his wife more often and be there for his children, but they needed the money to afford moving in case someone would slip or people would grow suspicious of them. Just like the humans surrounding him he needed money to be able to provide for his family. As soon as Emmett would gain more control, Esme wanted to find a teaching job and Rosalie had told him that she was looking forward to giving piano lessons or do a little tutoring. But for now he was glad that everything worked out so well and the newest addition to their little family was was well cared for.
With a little smile on his lips he sat there watching Rose and Emmett, who were currently playing a game of battledore and shuttlecock on the lawn.
He was so thankful that the bulky boy had 'stumbled' or rather 'bled' into their life, as now he could truly say that they had become a family. Of course he had not wanted anyone to suffer through a bear attack and the pain of the change, but Emmett had been dying when Rose had found him and they had needed to act quickly. So now he was glad that their decision seemed to have been the right one for all of them.
Rose and Edward never got along and their relationship was still more bumpy than smooth, but they seemed more at ease now and didn't mind each other's presence as much anymore. With the help of Emmett's buoyant nature there was a sense of harmony in the house that he hadn't experienced for two long years... it was like the boy had achieved some kind of truce between them.
It was the fourth newborn he took care of, and he really got the feeling that the job of taking care of them was getting easier with experience. Edward had been difficult, but he had just lost his parents and friends and was thrown into a completely different life with a very unique gift that made the process of adjusting extremely difficult for a young person like him. Esme had just come from an abusive relationship and had lost the only person that would have linked her to this world and given her the strength to go on. When her little boy died, she had lost all hope and the will to live.
Rose... oh Rose's newborn years had been the most trying, but he had never regretted changing her. It was difficult to put himself in the shoes of a young girl that had endured something that brutal and horrible, and it was difficult to still try to show that girl how much he cherished her throughout the continuing resentment she had shown him when she had tried so hard to make him suffer for the decision he had made concerning her future life.
Emmett was so different and the impact his presence had on them was remarkable.
He had fixed their difficult relationships, he had shown him that the decision to change someone did not have to be accompanied by guilt and self-loathe. That boy must have loved life more than anything, and being changed into a superior being that was basically unbreakable was just letting him enjoy life all the more. He was thrilled to be here, his eyes showed nothing but love and adoration whenever he looked at Rose, and he didn't seem to have any trouble accepting them as his new family. Overall, the best word to describe him was 'happy'.
Last week Esme had told him about the little mess their boy had caused with the severed bear head in the house, but he had to admit that he wasn't too concerned about that. His other two children had done crazy things, and this was nothing compared to what they had done. Emmett had already killed the bear to feed on it, and so keeping its head did not hurt anyone.
Sure, Esme had been appalled and was quite unhappy with the stains the bear blood had left, but this was nothing but a harmless, little mistake. Nobody got hurt except for the bear, but that certain type of animal made Emmett keep a firmer grip on his bloodlust and helped him regain his humanity. So a few stains inside the house and a few less bears roaming the forest were really nothing but a small price to pay for the security that came with his newly acquired self-control.
Then, two days ago, the same situation occurred and Esme had been extremely appalled once again. But he still did not see the problem, as Emmett had caused less of a mess, which showed that he understood what had bothered his mother most about the heads. Besides, he was only a child and he would make mistakes - they couldn't expect him to be 'perfect' when none of them had been during their newborn phase and even after that nobody was perfect. There just was no 'perfect' - neither in their nor in the human world. Everyone was different and that made Carlisle love them all the more - life never got boring.
Emmett had just found something he really liked and was excited about that, and so maybe the collecting of bear heads was only his way of expressing his joy about having found the right diet for himself.
A shriek, followed by a laugh, drew him from his musings and he looked up to see Emmett swinging his wife around like they were dancing.
This boy was by no means as disturbed, malicious or hard to handle as the majority of newborns often was - he was young, carefree and enjoyed life - it was beautiful to see.
Carlisle felt two arms wrap around his shoulders from behind, and then his wife's cheek leaned against his as she sighed contently. He reached up to caress her forearm, drawing a quiet purring sound from her.
"It's so peaceful here, isn't it?" she asked softly.
"This is a good place for us," he agreed while watching his children play around, then lifted one of Esme's hands up to his lips and kissed it.
After a short moment of silence, Esme whispered, "How safe are we, Carlisle? What do you think?"
"There aren't many rumours, love. People talk about what they know - Edward is a good student at school and Rosalie is staying home to help you with the housework. Nobody knows about Emmett, so right now we don't need to explain anything. Let's just enjoy the time we have and hope for the best," he told her, hoping he could alleviate her worries that way.
"I would never do anything else."
A slight frown appeared on his forehead as he detected something in her voice that did not quite match what she had just said. "But something is bothering you, Esme. Talk to me, let me help."
She straightened up, letting her hands run up his chest and over his shoulders until she withdrew them and took a step to the side. The physical contact was broken, but she pulled a chair out and took a seat next to her husband, who scooted sideways a little so he would be able to look her in the eye while they would talk.
"So?" he queried.
After some hesitation, she quietly admitted, "I'm concerned."
"That's what I figured, my darling. Tell me what's bothering you," he encouraged his wife with a little smile.
"It's Emmett," she whispered, glancing at her children who were still busy laughing and playing around and therefore were too fixated on each other to even notice their presence.
"What about him?" Carlisle asked, and he grabbed her hand to envelop it in his own. He feared for his family and hearing that his newborn son, who he loved since the very first moment he had laid eyes upon him, was maybe in some kind of danger made him apprehensive and tense.
"He isn't in any way acting aggressive towards us and I'm sure he recognises our authority-"
"Is that a problem for you?" he asked with a smirk. He couldn't help it - the tenseness from a moment ago vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye, and the carefreeness that pushed to the surface made him react like that.
"Let me finish, Carlisle," she reprimanded him softly before shifting in her seat to cross her legs. "He is developing a very nasty habit, and I want to stop it now before it might get out of hand."
Oh... "Are we talking about bears?"
"Yes, we are," she confirmed.
"Oh, my sweet Esme... you know my thoughts about this. He is proud of himself, he found something that makes him happy without feeling that he's losing control. We need to encourage him."
She sighed. "Of course. I agree with you that the bear blood makes him calmer, more controlled and he seems more at ease than he did before. But I refuse to accept that he's using our house as a dump for bear heads, let alone encourage it."
He let out a laugh, his eyes twinkling as he did so, before he turned his head again to look in the beautiful, yet concerned eyes of his loving wife. "It happened only twice, love."
"Yes, twice," she agreed, her lips a thin line. "I told him before that this is unacceptable, but still, he brought it home again."
"I'm sure he just wanted to show you how successful his hunt had been. He's just excited, Esme."
They didn't have any experiences with newborns who did not suffer because of this new kind of existence that had been forced upon them. They all had their crosses to bear, had losses to mourn or had to manage their sense of hate and self-loathing. None of them have had an easy transition or an easy end of their human lives. Their lives had ended way too soon, and without the chance of preparing themselves for it.
"The problem is that he brings them inside with the intention of keeping them. I love my baby with all my heart, but I refuse to let him soil the house, especially when I forbade him from bringing them home. I cannot allow that and I don't see how I can get him to understand."
"He's still in the process of adjusting. We cannot rush it, it'll take time."
She tilted her head to the side and gave him a look that clearly showed she was not happy with him. "Carlisle, I have the feeling that you're not listening to me."
He reached out and took her hand in his again, letting his other one rub over the back of her hand. "Of course I'm listening to you, don't you ever doubt that. But I have my doubts that he's developing a problem. Tell him what he wants to hear - tell him that you are amazed that he caught a bear that big, and then he'll stop bringing them home. He just wants you to see. You're his new mother and all he wants is to please you. He still needs to get to know us just like we need to get to know him. He's trying so hard... that's a good sign, love."
"I am overjoyed to have him in our lives and that he accepts us as his new parents, but I really cannot tolerate him soiling the house with bear heads," she almost whined while saying the last part.
"It happened when Edward took him hunting, didn't it? Maybe we need to have a word with him."
"Carlisle," Esme said and her eyes darkened slightly while she placed her hands on her hips. "Don't you dare."
"I'm not going to discipline him!" he told her, holding his hands up in front of him in a placating manner. "I just think that maybe he can help when it comes to understanding why exactly the boy wants to keep the heads and what he plans on doing with them. Besides, Emmett is also his responsibility when he takes him hunting and so I think he should try and keep him from bringing heads home. If Emmett is truly developing a problem, that is."
"Darling, I know my children, and our son is so very fond of bears that I am sure we can start calling it a problem," she let him know.
He chuckled, then looked back at Rose and Emmett running around. "And I have the feeling that we have never gone so long without a problem."
She scooted closer to him, then enveloped one of his arms in hers and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I know what you mean. So much has changed in such a short time - everything changed for the better. I have never seen Rose this happy before."
"Me neither. And even Edward seems to be more open to family activities than he used to," Carlisle replied, then noticed out of the corner of his eye that his first-born was just coming home from school.
Edward shot his father an annoyed look, then his eyes suddenly widened and he ducked his head as the newborn stopped playing with his wife, snapped his head around and then dashed over to him with the speed of a cannonball to greet him.
"Don't!" Edward called, holding a hand out to make him stop and keep him far away from himself, but it only served to make a huge grin appear on Emmett's face.
Rose let out a laugh as she watched her husband hug their brother and she slowly approached her parents on the terrace.
"Rosie, you could have held him back," Esme said with a slight hint of reproval.
Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned with her hip against the table. "Yes, but why should I? It's fun to see Edward cowering on the ground."
Esme looked like she did not approve of her phrasing.
But Rose let out a snort. "He is acting as though Emmett wanted to rip him apart and keep his head."
"That is not funny, Rosalie."
Rose almost groaned. "Oh, don't be like that, mother. I wasn't being serious and you know that Emmett is the sweetest person you could ever meet."
"He is just excited that Edward is home, Esme. There is no harm done, he just likes to greet him in his own special way," Carlisle told his wife while he listened to the strangled cries of his eldest son who was currently having trouble freeing himself from the loving headlock his brother was holding him in.
"Emmy, love, that's enough," Esme called, feeling quite sorry for her poor boy for having to endure his brother's never ending playfulness.
Em looked up, then let go of Edward before giving him a brotherly shove that almost send him flying into the blooming rose bushes. He laughed, then ran over to them where he came to a halt next to his mate.
"Edward's home," he said while putting an arm around Rose's waist.
"Yes," she replied with a laugh. Everyone had seen him come home, after all.
"Come here, son, sit with us," Carlisle called over to Edward after the boy had brushed some dirt off the front of his shirt and straightened out the fabric, because Emmett had wrinkled it while greeting him.
"I'll be upstairs if you need me," was all he said and it made Carlisle sigh as he watched his son disappear inside the house.
A few days passed and Carlisle was back to spending most of his time working at the hospital again to take care of his patients. But he had taken Emmett hunting, of course, and even though they had only found deer to feed on, he did not have the feeling that the boy was suddenly completely obsessing over bears. Emmett still didn't like deer all that much, but he had drained the animal like a good boy and had felt full and content afterwards.
So it was quite a surprise when a week later Rose and Esme came home from a little shopping trip one afternoon and found that the boys must have been hunting once again.
A scream left Esme's lips when she entered the living room and immediately she stumbled back in shock, tumbling into Rose who had to take a step back and steady her mother so they both wouldn't fall over.
Esme had no words for what she was seeing, even though she was trying to find a few appropriate ones, of course. Her mouth just opened and closed like a fish out of water, and her eyes were huge and looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets any second now.
Even Rose needed a moment as this was probably one of the most shocking things she had seen in a long time. A very long time.
They didn't even need to guess who was the one who brought this home, prepared it and the hung it on the wall, as this looked a lot like it was Emmett's doing. Rose would have loved to blame Edward for it, but despite his obvious craziness he wasn't crazy enough to do this.
This was a newborn kind of crazy.
An abnormally ugly bear head had been nailed to a wooden board and then hung on the wall in the living room. The wallpaper underneath was soaking up most of the blood, which was good... or bad... or both. Still, a good amount of the dark liquid had made it all the way down to the floor and had seeped into several cracks in between the wooden floor boards. A few bloody hand prints were decorating the area on the wall around this monstrosity and both women hoped dearly that they were not intentional.
The room stank of musty bear and cold blood, and the sweet, persistent smell of death hung in the air as the thing was already beginning to decay due to the unusually warm temperatures.
Rose stepped past Esme to get a better look at the thing, but she still kept her fingers wrapped around her mother's elbow in order to steady and comfort her. Squinting up at the head, she slowly started shaking her head while taking in all the fine details.
Em obviously hadn't been careful with the creature, and Rosalie felt sorry for the poor thing, because it had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and found such a sad end to its life. The head looked like Em had tried to rip it apart right in the middle, but then thought better of it and smashed it back together. The most interesting part about this, however, was the way he had nailed it to the board. Two shiny nail heads were poking out of the eye sockets, and the gooey trails on its facial fur and its muzzle let them know that he had not tried to remove the eyeballs before he set to work. The mouth was opened wide and Em had most definitely broken its jaw joints, because the lower jaw and the long tongue were featuring another nail to keep them fixed to the board.
Rose felt so incredibly bad for her poor husband. He had worked on this, but still had not grasped that it was gross and he could have saved himself the effort and the time preparing the thing to hang it on the wall.
"E-"
Oh, Esme had found her voice again and was now trying to say something.
"E-," she tried again, then took a deep breath, which she regretted a little because of the stench, before shouting, "Emmett! Edward!"
It sounded like thunder in their little home, and Rosalie flinched.
Only one door opened on the upper floor, and it was only one pair of feet that jogged down the stairs. Emmett came into the room a moment later, a big smile on his face like Christmas had come early.
"So?" he asked and motioned towards his beautiful handicraft hanging on the opposite wall. He nodded at his mother and his wife, his eyes twinkling with joy that his surprise was such a success, because they looked absolutely speechless.
"I know, I know," he quickly said and held both his hands up before they could utter a single word. "It's not the biggest one, but it was so feisty and aggressive - it has really earned a place here in the living room. I wanted to hang it over the fireplace, but it somehow wouldn't stay up." He distorted his mouth when he glanced in the direction of their fireplace.
Esme slowly turned her head to look at it, already dreading what she would see there, and she gasped loudly, holding onto Rose's shoulder. She had absolutely no idea what the boy had done to the wall, but there was a huge hole and the wallpaper around it was hanging off the wall in shreds.
"We can fix it," Rose whispered to her, giving her a pleading look so she wouldn't yell. "I'm sure we can fix it somehow, Esme. Please."
As if in a trance, Esme slowly started nodding her head.
She looked back at the gross thing her son had tinkered together, and a little whimper escaped her mouth.
"I'll catch a bigger one next time," Emmett promised nervously as he heard the noise, feeling somewhat embarrassed that she was disappointed with this small bear. But it was the only one he had managed to find! Not every day was a good bear day!
"I don't think so," Esme replied, blinking her eyes at him rapidly like it would help keeping the irritation at bay. "I think you should stop hunting bears for good and go for something different." Her fingers curled and uncurled into a fist, before she just pressed one of her fists to her lips so she wouldn't say something she didn't mean or whimper some more because she felt so sad that her living room was ruined.
His face scrunched up in confusion. "But... bears are the best," he said.
"That might be, but I told you not to bring them home and now look at that."
"I hung it up there so it wouldn't take up space. You can put flowers on the sideboards and use the sink in the kitchen again. I won't put anything in there, Momma. I promise."
Oh dear... why was this boy only ever listening to half of the things she was telling him? It was wonderful that he had understood that she didn't want a bear head in the sink as it would make it impossible to use it when it was lying in there, but that had obviously made him forget about what she had told him before that... not to bring them home in the first place as they would soil the house.
"Honey...," she asked with a pained expression on her face, "did you not notice that it ruined the wall and the floor? It's leaking, Emmett."
Emmett frowned, then walked over to the trophy hanging on the wall and eyed the bloody streak underneath. He reached out and ran his finger through it, then looked at the dark red liquid covering his finger tip. He lifted his finger up to his mouth and sucked the blood off.
He was standing with his back to Esme and Rose, and they could only guess what he was doing as he lifted his hand up to his face and a moment later they heard a small popping sound.
"Still good," he said when he turned around and smiled at his mother. His finger was clean again.
Esme bit down on her lips, then took a deep breath - again regretting it the moment the stench crept into her nose. "Edward-"
"Oh, he's seen it already, don't worry," Emmett said with a wave of his hand, then gave her a little smile, still hoping she would like it despite its size. Then he turned back around and looked at the blood with hungry eyes.
He placed his hands on either side of the blood trail and suddenly bent forward.
Esme cursed her luck... and her husband. Next time they would move, she would go to work and he could be a stay-at-home dad as right now she was fed up and needed a break. The boy was just as much his responsibility as it was hers, so he better start acting like it.
She watched Emmett for a moment longer, before she just couldn't take it anymore and needed to leave.
"You keep him from licking the wall while I go talk to your brother," she whispered fiercely to Rose before storming off in the direction of the stairs.
She was upstairs in the blink of an eye and quickly found herself standing in front of her son's room, knocking on the door impatiently. "Edward? Edward! You have some explaning to do, young man!"
She heard wooden chair legs scratching the hardwood floor, then heavy footsteps heading for the door before it was being opened, revealing Edward with darkened eyes and clenched jaw.
"What happened to my living room?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Emmett happened to your living room," he retorted.
She huffed. "Why didn't you keep him from bringing this thing inside? The entire room is a mess. There is a hole in my wall, Edward. A hole. Right above the fireplace."
"Apparently nobody in this house is listening to me! I told you countless times that he doesn't listen to a word I say!" he practically shouted in her face, his eyes blazing.
"Edward," she warned. She was stressed out enough as it was, and she did not want to do something that she would regret later.
He averted his eyes.
Esme took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, realising how her aggravation was rubbing off on her son. She had no intention of arguing with him, and she did not want to make him feel bad. "What now, hm?" she queried, her voice softer than before.
He carefully glanced up at her. "Carlisle said he'd stop if you tell him how impressed you are with the stupid thing."
Tilting her head to the side, she asked. "Do you think it'll work?" She did not sound convinced.
He sighed, then shook his head slowly while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, newborns don't make any sense."
"This has to stop, this really has to stop," she muttered and rubbed a hand over her forehead.
They both were silent for a moment, until Esme cleared her throat and looked at her son as standing here wasn't helping anyone.
"Come," she said, "help me clean it up."
Nodding his head, he stepped out of his room even though he felt like going back inside and bolting the door so he could wait in there until all this was over. It wasn't fair that he always had to clean up the mess this moronic newborn was causing, but Carlisle would not be impressed if he refused to help because then Esme would have to clean it up on her own.
Together they walked down the hall and descended the stairs, simultaniously scrunching up their noses as they got closer to the living room and the less than appealing rotten bear smell.
Rose looked up at them when they entered, giving them a pleading look so they would leave her Em alone. He really did not know any better, it wasn't his fault...
The boy's face was smeared with blood as he had been struggling against his wife so he could continue 'cleaning' the wallpaper for his mother, as he had called it. He just savoured the taste, she knew that, and therefore it had been a little difficult to pull him away from the wall in order to keep him from following through with it. But distracting him by telling him about all the fun things they could do upstairs in their room had actually worked quite well. He looked excited to head upstairs.
When neither Esme nor Edward said anything, Rose breathed a sigh of relief and let Emmett pull her from the room.
"Rosalie," Esme called after her daughter who had just passed her.
"Yes, I'll make sure he bathes his face, Esme!"
Even though Rose wasn't able to see it, Esme nodded her head, before turning to look at Edward who just scrunched up his face before hanging his head.
"Could you-" "I'll take it outside," he replied, already knowing what she was going to ask him to do.
He walked around the sofa, then got on his tip toes to reach the head on the wall. After he managed to grab the sides of the wooden board with his hands he yanked it off the wall, showering the front of his shirt with plaster dust.
"That idiot...," he muttered angrily, but gave his mother a forced smile when he turned around and saw her gaping at the spot where the head had just been.
Two walls ruined.
Not willing to stand around much longer with his brother's stinky creation in hand, Edward walked into the foyer with quick steps and awkwardly opened the front door with two fingers, so he would neither stain the door nor himself.
He made his way into their back yard and glared down at the bear who's new, shiny metal eyes twinkled in the faint moonlight that broke through the blanket of clouds.
Please let this be the last time...
With a huff - because he had the feeling that newborn Em would never stop - he took the board in one hand and threw it like a flying disk into the air. It spun with tremendous speed, flew over the tree tops and further away until Edward couldn't see it anymore.
He didn't even wait for the sound of it hitting something, just walked back to the front door and stepped inside to help his mother trying to fix their once cosy living room.
And that was chapter three... there really wasn't that much Em in it which confuses me quite a bit, hm. But in the next chapter, oh my, he will be such a good boy... you won't believe it, haha!
Review and let me know what you think, guys! Don't be so shy, tzk :D