A/N: Here is the second half of the Christmas chapter. Enjoy!

Anam, I know how much you want to see more interaction between Edward and Riley, and I promise you'll get some, but it won't be in this chapter. Sorry. ;(

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight.

Chapter 26. Christmas - Part 2

When we all heard Carlisle say my father's name, we all rushed to the front door. Charlie was standing there wearing his police uniform and talking to Carlisle.

When Charlie noticed we were in the room, he said, "Hey, kids. Merry Christmas." We all said it back to him.

"Charlie? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" I asked him.

"Uh, I'm here for police business, and whether or not things are okay remains to be seen." Charlie replied.

"Can't you tell us anything, Chief?" asked Emmett.

Charlie looked back to Carlisle and asked, "Is it okay for them to know why I'm here, or do you want to deal with this privately?"

Carlisle sighed, "You can tell them."

Charlie nodded and turned to all of us and explained, "I'm here tonight because we got a call from one of the bars in town telling us to go there to pick up Esme Cullen. Apparently, she's had quite a few drinks and was starting to cause problems. Since it's Christmas, I thought I should bring her back here to sleep it off instead of letting her sober up in a jail cell."

"Chief Swan? Yesterday, I threw her out of my house. She is not welcome back here until after the holidays." He turned to look at us before looking back at Charlie and sighing. "I think it would be best if she just spent the night sleeping it off at the station. If she can't find someone to pick her up in the morning, leave her there until she does." suggested Carlisle.

"You sure you want me to do that?" asked Charlie.

"I'm sure. Now if that's all, we would really like to get back to our celebrations."

"Alright. You folks have a nice night. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Chief." we all said.

Charlie started to walk down the driveway, but turned around. "Hey Bells? If you guys have time tomorrow, could you stop by for a bit?"

"Sure. We'll see you then."

He nodded. "Okay." Then he got into his cruiser and drove away to take Esme to the police station.

We were all quiet as we walked back to the living room. Once there, Rosalie looked at Carlisle and asked, "Are you really going to let her stay in a jail cell until someone can pick her up?"

"Yes I am."

"Why?" asked Edward and Jasper at the same time.

"Because even though what she did to all of you was wrong, it wasn't illegal." We must have looked confused because he went on to explain, "This way, she kind of serves a little jail time, even though she hasn't officially been arrested."

"Oh." we all said.

"That's awsome!" praised Emmett. "That was really smart thinking."

"Thanks. Why don't we get back to opening gifts, shall we?" Carlisle proceded to open his gifts from everyone.

So far, everyone had opened our gifts first, but since out gift to Carlisle was so big, he decided to open it last.

He opened ug the gift from Alice and Jasper first. They gave him a new stethoscope that was engraved with an inscription. The inscription said:

"The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease." -Voltaire

Carlisle ran his fingers over the engraving. "Alice, Jasper, this is really beautiful. Thank you. I'll always cherish this."

"You're welcome, Dad. We remembered how you were complaining about how your current stethoscope wasn't working as well as it used to, so we decided to get you a new one." explained Alice.

"Yeah, and I was actually looking for some kind of medical book for you, but I came across this quote and I thought you might like it, so we had it engraved on there." said Jasper.

"It's perfect. I love it."

Rosalie and Emmett handed him his gift next. They had gotten him all 8 seasons of House on DVD as a joke, but as it turns out, he was a big fan of the show, so the joke was really on them.

Then it was time for Carlisle to open the gift from us.

Once it was fully unwrapped, tears began to form in his eyes. In front of him was a hand-painted portrait of his family. It was an exact copy of the photo that hung in his home office. In it, Carlisle and Esme stood behind a very young Edward and Alice. It was his favorite.

"This is stunning. I'm speechless. Who is the artist?" he asked.

"His name is Laurent Pierre. My friend Victoria dated him in college. James and I had him do some paintings for the penthouse a few years ago, so when Edward told me how much you loved that photo, I contacted him and had him make a portrait of it for you." I said.

"It's amazing. Thank you. This really means a lot to me. Next time you see him, tell him I said his work is incredible."

"I will. Remind me to give you one of his cards before we head back to Chicago."

"I will." he said with a smile.

We picked up all the paper off the floor and got up and gave each other hugs as thanks for the gifts we had given them. We then said our goodbyes and made our way back to the cabin.

Once there, I got Riley into his pajamas and helped him put cookies on a plate and fill up a glass with milk to leave for Santa. Edward and I tucked him into bed, and when we were sure he was fast asleep, we got out the presents from us and 'Santa', and put them under the tree we had.

Edward and I made our way to bed, and as soon as our heads hit the pillows, we were out like a light.

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