All three of them stared wide-eyed at the ringing phone in the foyer.

Nobody moved, nobody breathed - and then everything happened really fast.

Edward made a dash for the phone, but with his injured foot he wasn't quick enough. Rosalie caught his arm and knocked him down with ease before she climbed on top of him and pressed his face down onto the wooden floor.

With a quick nod, she motioned for Emmett to answer the call. He usually wasn't supposed to even go near the telephone, let alone touch it, but this time it was necessary.

He gaped at her a moment longer, not just because he would be allowed to use the phone, but also because he wasn't sure if she and Edward were fighting or not. He knew that fighting was wrong.

"Em, go on! Quick!" she called over to him in a strained voice while she tried to hold her screaming brother down. Edward struggled against her in order to free himself from her claws and reach the ringing phone before his oaf of a brother would touch it, but in this position and with the fierce pain shooting up his leg, his physical strength was no match for hers. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, lifted his head up a little and slammed it back down onto the floor boards, warning him that way to keep his mouth shut or else.

Emmett marched into the foyer and after glancing at his wife one last time to check if she was serious and not just fooling him, he snatched the telephone handset off the cradle and held it to his ear.

"... hello?" he asked, drawing out the word like this was completely foreign to him.

While he waited for the person on the other end to speak, he nervously looked at his wife - she nodded at him and even gave him a quick smile before she turned her attention back to her struggling brother.

However, the nervousness quickly left his face and his eyes went wide with excitement and happiness when he realised who he was speaking to.

"MOMMA!" the boy shouted into the phone, having recognised Esme's voice.

Both Rose and Edward stiffened for a moment at hearing who Emmett was talking to, and just as Edward drew a deep breath to shout loud enough so that even their mother would hear it over the phone, Rose clamped her hand over his mouth to keep him from making a noise and twisted his head as though she was attempting to break his neck. The muscles were painfully overstretched and the skin felt like it was going to rip apart if she would turn it just a tat bit further. The intense pain and panic practically paralysed him.

"Yes... uh-uh...," Emmett muttered, answering their mother's never ending questions that way.

His mate and his brother tried to listen to what the newborn was saying despite the position they were currently in.

"Momma, you know what?" the boy suddenly interrupted Esme and glanced to the side to check what they were doing.

Rose bit down on her lip in nervous anticipation, while Edward closed his eyes for a moment, feeling, despite the pain he was in, a sense of relief wash over him. If the newborn would tell her what Rose was doing to him, then she'd put an end to it immediately and come straight home. The way this blonde devil was behaving lately, he didn't think he could endure yet another day with her.

"I miss you."

She said something in return that made the dark-haired blunderhead smile, probably that she missed him too, and then his lips formed a perfect O before he helplessly looked over to his wife.

"Rose is... busy."

He listened again to what she was telling him, and then he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Edward can't talk right now," he told her quickly and shook his head as though she could see it. His eyes roamed the room, and then he suddenly gasped and called, "But guess what! I learned how to play the piano!"

Stupid newborn...

Edward struggled against his sister, but she kept him down and pressed her hand even tighter over his lips to make sure he wouldn't be able to utter a single word that might make their mother suspicious.

"Do you want to hear me play now? Do you, Momma?"

The boy's face fell when she spoke again, but then he nodded. "Yes, I can do that. I'll play for you when you come back."

Bucking under his sister, Edward started to make noises deep within his throat in hopes it would sound like growling and be loud enough for Esme to hear. But he felt an icy chill when his diabolic sister's breath grazed his ear. "You better stop or I'll rip your ear off and flush it down the toilet." It was delivered with such cold seriousness, that he grew quiet and let his muscles go limp to show her that he wouldn't attempt anything like this again.

He loved his ears, especially when they were attached to his head and not lost in the sewers.

Apparently completely oblivious of the happenings around him, Emmett continued to chatter with Esme until she asked him a question that made him gaze at his wife again for help. But as she didn't know what was going on, she just shook her head at him.

"Rosalie? Oh, she is sewing new pil-," then he suddenly stopped and his eyes went wide as though he had just realised something. "I cannot tell you, pssht. It's a surprise," he whispered into the phone, cupping one hand over his mouth and the mouth piece of the telephone like he was revealing a big secret to his mother and didn't want anyone to overhear.

That seemed to make Esme laugh, because Emmett was immediately at ease again and smiled.

The phone call ended just a few moments later after Esme had apparently told him to be good and watch his siblings, and that she was looking forward to seeing them again because she missed them so very, very much.

Emmett nodded his head furiously to everything she said, and then they said Good bye and hung up.

With a relieved sigh, Rosalie finally climbed off her brother and as soon as he felt her weight off his back again, Edward drew a deep breath through his mouth and glowered at his sister.

He sat up on his knees and carefully rubbed a hand over his sore neck, glad that the skin hadn't torn.

"Esme will hear of everything you've done," he spat and ran his sleeve over his eyes to wipe a fresh venom tear away. He was mad at her and his pride was hurt... and he wasn't feeling well in general.

Then he hurried to get up from the ground, but the moment he put pressure on his abused foot, a scream of pain left his mouth and he lifted his leg up from the ground to hopefully make the excruciating sensation go away.

Rolling her eyes like he was just being a big baby, Rosalie left the foyer and headed for the couch in the living room.

With his head in the crook of his arm and one hand against the banister of the stairs, Edward breathed heavily while he felt the thick venom leaking from his eyes soak his sleeve.

"Are... are you hurt?" Emmett asked quietly and stepped over to him.

Edward lowered his arm and then almost shrieked at seeing that his brother's face was only inches from his, looking him straight in the eye.

The overgrown toddler drew back a little, then pointed at his foot and tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"I'm fine," Edward groused and sniffled, then turned around and made to leave the room, but was afraid to apply pressure to his foot again. He managed to hop exactly twice on his good leg before he was scooped up into strong arms and carried over to the couch in the sitting room.

"Rosie," the newborn said impatiently, prompting his wife to get up so that he could sit his brother down on the upholstered piece of furniture.

She glowered at Edward, but after letting out a groan of annoyance she scooted to the side. Putting him down on the couch, Emmett then pulled the coffee table closer to gently prop the injured foot up.

Edward was still in shock. Did his brother just pick him up and carry him? "Emmett, what-"

"Sssh," his younger brother said soothingly like Esme would do in a situation like this. "Ssh."

When Edward directed his gaze to his sister, she just ignored him by focussing on her mate and said, "Emmy, what are you doing?"

"Edward is hurt."

He fumbled with the brown leather shoe and wanted to carefully take it off, but only ended up tying the knot tighter with his clumsy paws. Helplessly he struggled with the tiny knot, before he just ripped the shoe laces apart and threw them away. With that problem solved, Emmett removed the shoe and then - as carefully as he could - placed it onto the floor next to the couch.

"No, he isn't," Rose snorted, but did not seem able to hold anyone's gaze as she averted her eyes and looked nervously to the side.

Edward couldn't even be mad at his brother for damaging his shoe, because he was so confused about the newborn's behaviour, it made him watch him with curious eyes.

Unusually gentle for such a clumsy and careless newborn, he slowly rolled his brother's sock down and let it fall to the floor, then looked at his slightly swollen appendage with a frown on his face.

"Yes, he is," Emmett replied, grabbed Edward's ankle and lifted his leg up in order to show it to his wife.

"Careful, Em!" Edward screamed and clutched the pillows on either side of him.

Gasping, Emmett quickly lowered his foot back onto the coffee table. "Sorry," he mumbled.

With his brother's back and shoulder out of the way, Edward's eyes widened when his bare foot came into view. It looked slightly discoloured and swollen, bloated even, and it hurt like the dickens.

Letting out a gasp of disbelief, he then whipped his head around to give his sister a piercing glare and said in a forced calm voice, "You broke my foot."

She swallowed heavily and averted her eyes, pretending to be admiring the oil painting on the far wall that she actually hated with a passion.

"You broke my foot!" he now yelled, making Emmett tense and shush him again - this time also in warning - to calm down.

"It was an accident," Rose muttered.

"No, it wasn't. You stomped down on it, you hag!" he accused, then put his foot back on the floor to get up, but the fresh wave of pain made him buckle and almost fall. Emmett steadied him by his upper arms, then guided him back down onto the couch.

"Don't do that," he said, grabbed Rose's sorry excuse for a pillow case and rubbed it over Edward's face in order to rid it off the fresh venom trails the pain had evoked.

While he gasped for breath, Edward wondered how his brother could be gentle one second and a newborn the next.

"Em, no!" Rose exclaimed with her arms outstretched and jumped up from the couch. "I'm working on that!"

Emmett blinked at her. "But Edward's crying," he told her, sounding somewhat taken aback by her objection, "and you shouldn't have hurt him."

When he started to pet his head, Edward didn't even slap his hand away, but just felt utterly confused.

She started to stammer. "I-I... But he-" "Nuh-uh, fighting is wrong."

To make this situation even more odd, Emmett sat down on the armrest and put an arm around his shoulders like he wanted to comfort him.

"We need to call Pops," he told them, "he's a doctor."

Like they didn't already know what Carlisle's profession was...

"It'll heal on its own," Rose scoffed, waving her hand about. But even though she tried, she couldn't hide her nervousness and embarrassment over what she had done.

She and Edward had fought before, but it usually had left both of them more or less unharmed. Now, however, Edward was injured while she was completely fine - he hadn't thrown punches or kicked her. No, now it looked like she had attacked him. Which was exactly what she had done.

And what made things worse for the queen of pure evil: Emmett was taking care of him, so he wasn't on her side now.

Also, she feared that he would not help her anymore now, and one of them would tattle on her. She'd be in serious trouble if Carlisle and Esme hear what she had done.

Edward barely managed to suppress a growl. "And they will hear of this, I can assure you that they will," he answered her worries.

She gulped, but then shook her head and stated with a slight tremble in her voice, "It was your fault."

"No it wasn't - argh, just get out of my sight. I don't want to see you anymore," Edward snapped.

With a hint of arrogance, she just turned her head away and and stuck her nose up while she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

The audacity... What was she trying to achieve by that?

But Edward was too exhausted to start an argument with his stupid sister now. All he wanted was to lie down and wait for his foot to heal.

"Fine, I'm upstairs in my room then," he replied, but as he tried to get up, Emmett was already standing next to him.

"I'll carry you," he offered, bent to the side and was just about to put an arm under his knees and behind his shoulder blades when Edward panicked.

"No!" the mindreader yelled, then lowered his voice as he saw the confusion on his brother's face. "Um, I mean, how about you help me over to the stairs and then I'm sure I'll manage the rest of the way on my own."

Emmett straightened up again and a frown appeared on his forehead as he contemplated his brother's suggestion. "I... no, I don't think so. I'll support you, yes?"

And so Edward made it upstairs with the help of Em who constantly offered to carry him, bridal style like before, but Edward declined every time.

They reached his room and Emmett pushed past him to lift the covers, then helped his brother over to his bed.

Edward was glad that he had managed to not fall on his butt when Emmett had practically shoved him, but now he was actually quite glad to have him here. His caring side was - although weird and maybe even a little scary - more or less... acceptable. Likeable even. Esme wasn't here and Rose was just plain horrible... he just needed a break and seeing that Em was busying himself helping him instead of being his usual destructive newborn self, he could finally lean back and enjoy not having to take care of everything.

When Emmett told him to scoot over however, and was about to kick his own shoes off, Edward panicked yet again.

"Em... um, what are you doing?"

"I'm staying with you until you're all better."

A broken foot needed more than just a few minutes to heal... and he was not going to get in bed with his brother who was in his dim state of mind a little too touchy-feely for him.

"No, you are not."

Emmett looked hurt, and Edward shook his head and gave a little laugh to make his refusal seem less harsh.

"I'd just like to lie down for a bit, I'm feeling a little exhausted. And I'm afraid that any movement might disturb the healing process, and you know you cannot lie still for too long."

"Oh."

"Uh-huh," Edward affirmed his brother's thoughts.

"That's true."

"Just go and see what Rosalie is doing, you need to keep an eye on her so she won't damage anything," he reminded him.

Yes, he just wanted some peace and quiet at the moment, just lying here in his bed, alone.

Too bad he couldn't fend his brother off as he unbuttoned his pants and just pulled them down, then covered him with his comforter right up to the neck, tucking him in.

Edward squinted his eyes shut when he felt his brother's big paw pat his hair and give him a headache, but after Em drew the curtains, it looked like he would finally leave.

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

Edward shook his head. "No, thank you. I think I'll just rest for a while."

"Do you want me to bring you something?"

"I'm good," Edward replied. "But thank you."

He scratched the back of his head as he thought of what else he could do for him. "Do you want me to play the piano for you?"

What? "I'd prefer some quiet right now."

"Oh... okay," he uttered while he slowly walked backwards in the direction of the door. He stopped when the heel of his foot hit the wall, and waited as though he expected his brother to call him back.

But Edward was not going to do that.

"I'll go now," Emmett eventually said and reached back to pull the door further open.

"Yes."

Stepping outside into the hallway, he was just about to slowly close the door, when he halted again and asked with a frown on his face, "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I really just want to rest for a while, Emmett," Edward replied.

"Do you think your foot is going to be all right?"

"Yes," he replied with a sigh, "it will be."

"Okay... okay," Em replied, nodding his head. He let his gaze roam around the room like he was looking for a reason to stall a little longer, before he noticed something and asked, "Hey, where's Archie?"

"It was her time to go."

"Huh?"

Don't you dare go looking for that rotten furball... "She's in a better place now, don't worry."

Emmett again offered that he'd stay with him, but Edward declined that offer once more and breathed a sigh of relief when the newborn finally closed the door and headed downstairs.

The quiet of the room and the dull pain coming from his foot made Edward close his eyes and take slow breaths while he willed his mind to go blank.

This had been one of the absolute worst days of his life...

A loud knocking on the door made Edward jolt up from his sleep-like state.

"Edward? Psssht, Edward?"

Why would he bang against the door like he wanted to break it down and then whisper? Newborns made no sense.

Blinking his eyes, he looked over to the door and saw his brother watching him through his new peephole.

"What is it, Emmett?" Edward queried in a tired voice while he rubbed a hand over his face.

"I want to show you what I have found," the newborn whispered excitedly.

"What?!" Edward shouted as a sudden sense of panic engulfed him, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "No! No, I don't want to see it, take it back outside!"

"But... but I got it for you and Rose told me to give it to you," the newborn replied, his voice now sounding a little sad.

"I don't want it. Take it back outside and leave it there, don't come into my room with your things!"

"But-" "Emmett, no! You shouldn't bring anything inside to begin with, there's enough damage done to the house already. Take it back outside, I don't want your stupid, dirty things."

"It's not-" "Are you deaf or just plain stupid?! I said NO!" the bronze-haired boy roared.

Emmett stomped his foot, making the pictures on the walls quiver. "You're mean!" he yelled, the ran down the hallway and descended the stairs with quick steps.

Letting out a long groan, Edward covered his face with both his hands and let himself fall back against his pillows.

It had been that close, but at least the boy had finally understood that no one, absolutely no one liked the dirty crap he brought inside and wanted to keep. It was quite generous that he would share his things, but he needed to understand that nobody wanted them or would willingly go anywhere near them.

Now he had only rested for half an hour maybe, and his foot was still smarting. Just moving underneath the blanket was painful, and so he carefully lifted the sheets to place the battered foot on top of it.

Rose had done a marvellous job immobilising him.

But she'd suffer ten times as much as soon as their parents would come home and see his swollen and bruised appendage. They'd be furious with her because by breaking his foot he's not able to move too much, and so he won't be able to watch Emmett and keep him under control. Rose wasn't strong or smart enough to handle him whilst out on a hunt, and they knew how often the newborn needed to feed so his cravings for human blood would be bearable for him and he'd learn to leave humans alone.

When he heard the squeaking of the bed springs in the next room and then quiet snickering, he jolted up into a sitting position.

No, he was not going to lie here while these two would be going at it. He threw the blanket off him, ran a hand through his tussled hair, and got up.

He slipped into an old pair of loafers that he found under his bed, and then carefully hobbled over to the door. The bathrobe that was hanging on a hook next to his door seemed like a better choice than trying to put on a pair of trousers that he'd somehow have to pull over his throbbing foot. Putting it on, he quickly tied it around his waist and grabbed the door knob.

Maybe he'd go sit on the porch and make sure to concentrate on anything but these two children, or just play the piano as loud as he could for a while... the pieces would sound stupid without the sustain, but there was no way he would try and use the pedal anyways. With his luck, his broken bones would grow back together crooked if he wouldn't let them heal first, and then Carlisle would skin him alive for not having called him when he got hurt, or to be more precise: When Rosalie viciously attacked him and injured him.

Opening the door, he made to hop out into the hallway but instead he stumbled back while a gasp left his lips and his jaw dropped in shock.

On the wooden floor of the hallway, right in front of his room, lay a wilted four-leaved clover.

Awwwwwwwwwww... see? Emmy can be really sweet, he's not just destructive :D And yes okay, this time I agree with you that Rosalie is a little mean to our dear Ed... but hey, they are vamps, they heal pretty quickly and then Eddie-boy will be as good as new, yup.

I didn't realise how much time had passed since the last update and the roughdraft for this chapter had been on my computer for way too long. But rest assured that the next chapter will be longer and you won't have to wait forever for an update. Besides, Rose's behaviour gave me an idea for a new story that I've started working on and I will share it with you soon *grins*

Okay, hm, that's it for now. Thanks for reading and reviewing, hope you liked it and stay tuned!