Want to start off by saying, I am so sorry it took me so long to update. I've been so busy with work lately and it doesn't seem like my hours will be lightening up, but I promise to try to not to go so long between updates.

Also, by popular demand, I am bringing back the original style of writing.

Won't say much about the plot for this one, but Edward is 15, nearing his sixteenth birthday.

Edward unlocked the front door to his house with Megan standing behind him. "The driveways' empty," she commented.

"Yeah, my dad's still at work," Edward told her as the two of them walked in.

"He's a surgeon right?"

"Yup." He lead her into the kitchen. "Should we get a snack before we get started?"

"Yeah, I can't focus on history without sugar, weird how that works," she replied with a giggle.

Edward smiled. Megan was one of the prettiest girls in school, at least in his eyes. The two had been paired to do a history project together and agreed Edward's house would be the best place to do it. He thought it was also a plus that his dad wasn't home. Not that he planned on doing anything or like he thought she was into him like that.

The two settled on a classic: Oreos and milk before heading into the den and starting on their project. It was all about the Holocaust, so they were spending a lot of time looking over books and Edward's laptop. After a while, she was dictating and he was typing.

"I hate talking about this stuff," she commented after a while. "It's so depressing."

"I know, not to mention we learn about it time and time again," Edward shut his laptop and put it on the coffee table. "You don't have to be home soon or anything?"

"Nope. I told my mom I could be pretty late, so…" She trailed off, smiling at Edward who arched an eyebrow. "What? You didn't want to…"

"No!" Edward blurted out, a little too loudly, causing Megan to raise hers. He quickly tried to correct himself. "I mean, I did…I do…I just didn't think you would…I mean…"

"Edward?"

"Y..yeah?"

"Shut up." She leaned in and kissed him.

"Cullen, are we still on for tonight?" Esme asked Carlisle as they walked through the parking lot towards their car.

Carlisle smiled. "Of course we are. I'm sure there will be some crappy movie on T.V and I picked up some popcorn."

"Extra butter?"

"As per your request."

Carlisle and Esme had been taking things slowly. The two had known each other for about eight years and when they first met, Esme was engaged, Carlisle just barley dating. Esme's engagement hadn't lasted and Carlisle hadn't met anyone he could ever connect with. Over the past few months though, Carlisle and Esme had found a connection. They had gone on a few dates, but nothing too serious. Edward knew all about it and was going out for the night, which meant that Esme could come over. The plan was a crappy movie and popcorn, though deep down Carlisle was hoping for a little more.

"Is Edward joining us?" Esme asked as she fished out her keys.

"No, he's going to hang out with some new friends he made."

"Oh." Esme smiled. "So we're alone?"

Carlisle smiled back. "We will be."

"I'll be by around seven."

"Perfect, see you then."

After a short drive home, Carlisle was in his driveway. He headed to the door and could see that the lights were off. Odd. Edward said he was bringing a buddy home to study with. Were they not home yet? He pulled out his phone to see if his son had texted him about a change of plans, only to come up short.

He walked into the house and flicked on some lights. "Edward?" He went into the kitchen, no one in there. "Bub?" He walked into the living room. "Are you…" He flipped on the lights to find Edward fixing his hair and a petite redhead beside him, quickly buttoning up her blouse. Books, snacks and Edward's laptop were strewn on the table, but both of the teenagers' faces were beat red. Both of Carlisle's eyebrows raised, suddenly realizing what exactly was going on.

"D…dad," Edward stammered. "Hey. Uh, this is Megan. Megan, this is my dad."

"Dr. Cullen, it's great to meet you." She stood up and removed her hand from her blouse to shake hands with her friend's father, causing the shirt to fall back open, exposing her bra. She blushed harder and finished buttoning.

Carlisle was quiet for a moment, not sure what exactly to do. After a while, he finally spoke up. "Megan, it's been great meeting you but it's getting kind of late, time for you to come home, don't ya think?"

"Yeah…I uh…yeah." Megan stumbled and grabbed her things. "Edward, I'll see you tomorrow?" Edward just nodded. "Right, okay, bye." And with that, she was gone.

Edward stood up, but Carlisle held up a hand. "Sit back down."

"Dad…"

"Edward, I'm not gonna yell, just sit back down."

Edward bit his lip and sat down, Carlisle sitting beside him. "Look Dad, I promise you…I didn't invite her over to…to do that."

"And what did you invite "your buddy" over to do?"

He sighed. "Dad, I swear, I didn't think it'd be a big deal."

"She's a girl, Edward, I think it's a big deal."

"I didn't plan on anything happening. We were just supposed to do our project."

"So a project lead to her shirt unbuttoned?"

Edward sighed and played with the loop of his jeans. "We were just getting bored with the assignment and then before I knew it, we were making out and then before I knew it, her shirt was unbuttoned. Then you came home."

"And if I hadn't come home?" Carlisle asked, causing Edward's head to shoot up.

"Nothing Dad, I swear. It wasn't going to go that far!"

Carlisle sighed and ran a hand through his hair. No matter what he wanted to think, his son was not a child anymore. Today just about proved that. He knew that this time, his son's virginity was safe, but he wondered about the next time or the time after that. Edward was still so young and even as the guy, he worried about him doing something before he was ready.

"Bub, listen to me, I trust you a thousand percent. You haven't done anything lately to disprove it."

"But this did?"

"No. I believe you when you say you didn't think it'd go so far and this is as far you'd take it. But one day…"

"Oh God," Edward's eyes widened. "Dad, no."

"Edward, it's time we had the talk."

Edward shook his head. "No, it's not."

Carlisle couldn't help but chuckle. "Edward, I'm a doctor…"

"You're a surgeon, not a…a…a whatever sex doctors are."

"A gynecologist."

"Exactly."

"I still know how it works. It's time we did this."

Edward stuck his fingers in his ears. "La la la la, I can't hear you."

Carlisle rolled his eyes and pulled away his son's hands. "You think this is easy for me? Okay, believe me, I want to do this even less than you do."

"I highly doubt that," Edward responded with an eye roll of his own.

"Well we're doing it, so come on. Be mature for a minute." Edward just sat there, crossing his arms. "Okay, well I have pamphlets on the mechanics for all of that, so I'll give them to you to read and you can ask me any questions."

"Great, so are we done?"

"No. Now, most of the time when guys have sex, it's just great. We get through it and that's that. But we don't normally think about how it makes us feel on the inside or how the other people think about it."

Edward was quiet for a moment. "So girls think about sex differently?"

"Yes. They are more in tune with their emotions and they normally know right away how they feel about it."

"I could've learned this in health class."

"Well here's something they won't teach you in health, when you're intimate with someone in that way, you're exposing yourself…"

"Well no crap, you're naked."

Carlisle shut his eyes, to prevent himself from rolling them. "I mean, emotionally. You're never more vulnerable until you're in that situation. And then you may get into something that you think you're ready for, when really you're not."

"That won't happen to me, Dad."

"No, it won't." Carlisle looked at his son, lovingly. "Because you need to know that sex means something. Being a virgin, isn't something that you should want to rush out of. You need to know that when you do…you know, have sex…" Carlisle trailed off, still staring at his son, partly seeing his little boy, the other part of him seeing the young man he's becoming, knowing that this conversation was important. "You need to know that it's doing something to your heart and to your self-esteem."

Edward looked at his dad. "So you're saying, I should never have sex?"

"When I'm dead, would probably be an excellent time." Edward rolled his eyes and Carlisle chuckled. "Edward, I want you to do it when you feel that you are ready. But don't do it just as something to do when you're bored because your history project is finished, do it as something to connect to another person, because you matter."

Edward bit his lip. "Are we done?"

"Yes." Carlisle let out a sigh of relief, kind of glad about that. "For now. Do you want some dinner?"

"I think I'm eating at Emmett's."

"Alright."

Edward stood up. "Uh, Dad…thanks."

"You're welcome." Carlisle stood up and hugged his son.

Edward rolled his eyes. "You had to ruin it." But he did hug his father back.

"This movie is dreadful," Esme said as she sipped her wine.

"It's why I picked it," Carlisle told her with a glimmer of glee in his eye.

The two had settled down an hour earlier after some dinner to watch a Lifetime movie. It had proved to be every bit as terrible as they planned. The popcorn had been passed on and instead the two were drinking wine and having adult conversation, a rarity for Carlisle. While he was a surgeon, it was nice not to discuss work or kids, just about the weather, politics, anything. He wasn't "Dr. Cullen" or "Dad", he was "Carlisle".

"This is nice," Esme said.

"You just said the movie sucked."

"I just mean this, the two of us."

"I know. We've barely had any time together between work and Edward."

"That doesn't bother me, you know," Esme put a hand on his. "Edward comes first."

"I know you get that and I'm grateful. Many women don't."

"I've been in your life for eight years. I love Edward, I would've thought it was odd if he wasn't first with you."

Carlisle looked her in the eyes and smiled. He leaned in and kissed her lips. Soon, she was deepening. It wasn't long before Carlisle's shirt was off and Esme's dress was unzipped. The door suddenly swung open.

"Dad?"

Holy de ja vú.

Carlisle shot up and put his shirt back on, as Esme zipped up her dress.

"I thought you said he was out," she whispered.

"He was supposed to be." Carlisle got up and walked into the foyer. "Bub, you weren't supposed to be home for a few hours."

"Yeah well Emmett's mom came home and needed him to help her with something…" He trailed off when he saw Esme stumbling up behind his dad.

"Edward, hey." She smiled at him as she tried to put on her heels. "It's been awhile."

"Like three days."

"Yeah…well…" Esme smiled wider. "I think I heard my cell phone going off, I'm probably being called in." She pecked Carlisle's lips and then Edward's cheek. "I'll see you boys later." She quickly walked out the door.

Edward cocked his eyebrow, accessing the situation. Wasn't this a little much considering the conversation they had just about three hours ago?

"So Dad, were you thinking just now?"

"Edward, enough."

"I mean, because you know sex is a big step emotionally for a relationship."

"Edward Anthony," Carlisle warned, though he was fighting a smile despite the irony.

"I still have those pamphlets you gave me. Do you need to read them to know how the parts work?"

"Do you want me to ground you?"

Edward chuckled and leaned up against the wall. "So…were you and Esme…"

"We are not having this discussion."

"But we had to have it."

"I'm the dad, you're the kid."

"Uh huh."

"It's getting late, isn't it?"

"It's about eight o'clock."

"Don't you have homework?'

"Already done."

"Well then go do something else that doesn't involve having that smug look on your face."

So Carlisle is no better than his son, haha. The next one, is going to be a bit more dramatic. It does include some worry and suspense, but there will be the usual father/son love. It'll also probably be a little longer than this one. Like I said in the beginning, I do want to update more. Also, credit to Glee for inspiring the sex talk and this one shot.