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Chapter 6
Esme's pov
My husband has gone to look for our son, and I stand put by the window. I still think that there is a chance that Edward will come home, that he just lost his phone or that the battery died.
My children are my everything. I do everything to make sure that they are happy and satisfied with their lives. I may not be their biological mother, but I've raised them in this new life. I taught them to respect their parents, each other and every single human being on this planet. I taught them not to lie, to be patient and honest. I have given them a home. I love them all unconditionally. Me and Carlisle, together, made this a family. We never wanted it to be just a coven. We are their parents, and we give them everything they want, everything they need. In return all we want is respect. We need them to respect us and or rules.
So to think that Edward, my young sweet baby boy, has lied to me, is something I have a problem to wrap my head around. I always trust him and he usually treat me with love and respect. It hurts, to think that after everything I do for him, he can still treat me with such disrespect.
An hour later Carlisle's car pulls up the driveway and I can see my son in the backseat. He looks up to the window where I stand. I look back at him, and I can't hide the disappointment my eyes. I walk away from the window and up to mine and my husbands bedroom. I can hear Carlisle telling Edward to wait in the living room. I don't want to deal with this right now. I know that Carlisle is angry with him, I am too, but I really don't want him to get a spanking. I hate it every time Edward is in trouble, because he never takes it well. He always cry and gets really scared, and no matter how mad I am with him, I don't want my baby to get hurt. I do agree with my husband that sometimes a spanking is the best way to deal with our children. It certainly helped with Emmett and Jasper, they almost never get into trouble these days.
Edward is another story, he gets in enough serious trouble for a spanking at least 10-15 times a year. Sometimes more. He has the worst temper and he has a habit of running away if he knows a punishment is coming. If me or Carlisle ground him, he usually runs away, only to be tracked down by his father, and then get a spanking and a longer grounding. Carlisle always take care of the spanking, I could never do it. Except one time last year, when Carlisle went on a business trip and I was left at home with kids. Edward drove me crazy and did things he knew would get me mad, just to push my buttons. And after he destroyed a vase that Carlisle gave to me, I decided that that was it. I grabbed his arm and gave him a few smacks, not hard, but hard enough for him to understand that enough was enough. He cried the whole time and refused to talk to me for a good two hours. Finally he came in to my bedroom and apologized. That was the first and last time I ever had to spank Edward. And I don't think I could ever do it again.
There is a quiet knock on my door followed by Carlisle's voice. " Honey, can I come in?"
"Of course, Carlisle" I answerer him.
He enters the room and takes a seat next to me on the bed. Carlisle would never say 'I told you so' and I always admit it if I'm wrong. But this time, I'm a bit embarrass. I truly believed that Edward didn't lie to us, and I never ever thought that he would be so reckless and go to a party. If he was a normal teenager, I would never deny him to go out and have fun with his friends. But he is not a normal teenager, and this is not a normal family. He has to understand that we can't risk him doing things that could possibly expose us.
"I found him at the party. I'm so sorry baby, I know you trusted him." Carlisle says, taking my hand. I give him a reassuring smile.
"It's okay, Carlisle. Yes, I trusted him. And I am so angry with him. But let's not let this ruin our night. We can give him a grounding and send him to his room, I'm sure he has learned his lesson."
Carlisle shakes his head at me.
"Esme, he's not going to learn his lesson if we don't put our foot down. What he did was inexcusable. If he get's away with a grounding this time, I'm one hundred percent sure that he's going to do this again. He has to learn to respect his parents and our rules. And I'm sorry honey, but a grounding wont do it this time."
I hate to admit it, but he is right. Again. I know that he deserves what's coming to him, but I hate to se my baby hurt. Of course Carlisle wont hurt him, it's just a spanking. But Edward hates it so much, that he often makes a scene. Crying and screaming. It tugs at my heart every time, and as his mother, my natural instinct is to save him from whatever is hurting him so much. I just have to remember that Carlisle isn't really hurting him and that Edward just exaggerating to get out of it faster.
" I guess you're right. I just don't like Edward being spanked. I can't listen to his crying, knowing that there is nothing I can do in that moment to take his pain away." I explain to my husband and place my head on his shoulder.
" I know baby, I hate it to. But it has to be done. And the longer we wait the harder it is. If we go down now and just get it over with, we can spend the rest of the weekend together." He kiss the top of my head, and I feel nothing but love for him. I know he would never hurt my baby, and he will give Edward all the comfort and love that he need afterwards.
" Okay let's go down to him" I say, and together we walk down to the living room to deal with our son.
Carlisle's pov
I feel a lot better after the talk with my wife, and I feel like I just want this to be over. We walk into the living room and look at our son. He sits on the couch head bowed down and hands in his sweatshirt pockets. I promise myself two things. I'm not going to yell at him, because he already looks scared and sad. But I'm not going to let him change my mind about spanking him. We are not going to make this into a big deal. What he did was wrong, he need to understand that and get punished for it.
We sit down next to him, and Esme can't help but to lay a hand on his knee. That's her way of letting him know that no matter how mad she is, she still loves him.
"Edward, we need to have a discussion about what happened tonight. And I would like it if you could look at us instead of looking at the floor. He wipes his eyes for a moment before obeying me and look up at us.
" What you did tonight, son, was unacceptable, dangerous and it hurt your mother and me a lot. We trusted you and thought you understood that going to a party is out of the question. What do you have to say about this Edward? I ask him.
He drops his eyes to the floor and then he begin to cry again. Before I get the chance to tell him to stop the crying and look at me, Esme can't help but to give her baby boy a hug.
"It's okay baby, don't cry, don't cry, please don't cry" she comforts him.
"Esme, don't!" I say, my voice a bit harsher than I intended.
She looks at me in surprise, and then realizes what she's doing. She let's Edward go, and now she's the one looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry for sounding so harsh Esme. But Edward is a big boy now, and he knows better than to behave this way." I soften my voice.
"Mama?" Edward says looking pleadingly at Esme. He's used to her comforting him no matter what.
"I'm sorry baby, but your father is right. We need to discuss this, and you need to stop the crying and behave like the seventeen year old you are." Esme tells Edward.
Wow. I am so proud of Esme right now! I'm actually stunned that she could tell Edward to suck it up and behave himself. This is a first!
Now that we are on the same page, we can talk to our son, together as a team.
" Edward, we are still waiting for an explanation." I say.
He takes a deep breath before starting to talk.
" I'm sorry mom, dad. I was mad about the trip, and I knew going to the party would piss you off, and I regret it. I really do. It was stupid, immature and I know I shouldn't have done it."
"We accept the apology, son, but we are not sure that you understand how dangerous it was for you to go to this party." Esme says, after sharing a look with me to make sure that we are on the same page.
"I know it was dangerous, and I wont do it ever again. I promise!" Edward is trying to sound convincing, but I know that without consequences, he will never learn.
"Your mother and I have decided that you are getting a spanking for your reckless and disrespectful behavior." I say.
"And you are grounded for a week" Esme adds, and I give her a surprised look.
"This is not fair! A spanking and a grounding?" Edward pouts.
Esme looks so determined that I almost smile. This is the most strict parenting she's ever done. I'm proud of her, but it's such a drastic change and she looks so cute when she's firm and strict, that it almost makes me laugh. I try my best to hold it in.
" Edward, we are not discussing this further. You are getting both. Go up to our bedroom and wait for your father there. Esme continues to speak to him in a firm voice.
Edward knows that he has lost the battle. With Esme on my side, supporting my decision to spank him, there is no way he is getting out of this one. He walks up to the bedroom, head bowed down and stomping his feet on every single step of the stairs.
Once he's upstairs I give Esme a kiss and a smile.
"Wow, Esme! I am so proud of you! You were stricter than me! I would have given him a spanking without the grounding, but you really stepped up and gave him what he deserved! You made me look like a softie" I laugh.
Esme looks a bit worried.
" I hope I weren't to hard on him. My poor baby"
And there she is. Esme as we know her. The loving, overprotective mother who always think about her children before think about herself.
"He's fine. I'm going up there to deal with him before he runs away again." I roll my eyes at her and run up the stairs in vampire speed. I want to get this over with. It's always hard to punish any of my kids, but Edward is by far the hardest. He cries, kicks, screams and behave like a five year old. At least he always seek comfort afterwards, and I love those moments when it's just me and my son.
Well, there is no backing down now. No matter how much I hate to do this, it has to be done.