A Mothers Touch

Disclaimer:It all belongs to the talented Stepahanie Meyer.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, couldn't these kids pick up anything? She huffed after putting away the last pile of Edward's c.ds. She was alone at the moment. Carlisle was at work and the 'kids' were at school. She wondered how Jasper was doing, momentarily worrying about him. She quickly scolded herself; Jasper was fully capable of controlling himself around humans. She had no need to worry.

She needed to hunt soon the thirst in her veins and the fire in her throat was making her aggravated. She heard the front door open quietly and then close again. Her position became stiff, cautious, who was that?

"Esme?" she heard one of her children calling. Her anxiousness floated away as she hurried down the stairs and into the living room. Edward was putting his backpack behind his piano when she walked in.

"What is it Edward? Did something happen? Is everyone okay?" she stressed. Edward walked over to her and put his around her shoulders.

"Everything's fine, I just decided to come home a little early," he shrugged.

"Edward, you know that's not very smart, what did you tell the school?"

"I just told them I had a headache and wanted to come home to get some rest. The nurse didn't object at all, she just asked if I needed a ride," he said chuckling. Esme gave him a stern look, although she was pleased for his sudden presence, the house had been very unsettling today.

"You don't fool me Esme, I know you enjoy my company," Edward said, smirking a little as he read her thoughts.

"Oh, well next time say you have a dentist appointment or something of that matter, don't fake sickness.

"Okay, Mom whatever you say," said Edward before starting to walk towards the staircase and up to his room.

"You just wait one moment Edward Cullen! Come back here, pick up your backpack and take it up to your room where it belongs," she huffed. Edward leaving his things all over the place like the house had a maid or something. Humph. Turning my house into a pigsty, I don't think so!

Edward laughed quietly, "Esme it's just my backpack that I'm leaving by the piano, and that's the only thing I left laying around. I don't know where you're getting the idea that I leave everything all over the place," he said pausing at the bottom staircase.

"Well you leave your c.ds all over your room, it's a complete ruckus!"

"What! Esme! Did you clean my room again?!"

She just smiled motherly at him before heading into the kitchen. "Oh man!" whined Edward before running up to his room to see the damage done by his mother.

Esme entered the kitchen in a considerably better mood than the one she was in just minutes ago. A while later, she wasn't sure how long, she heard the other kids voices coming from outside, then increasing as they entered the house.

"Jazz, come up to my room for a sec I want you to see the dress I'm wearing for the spring dance coming up," Alice said clapping her hands excitedly before taking Jaspers hand and racing him up the stairs.

"Emmet you wanna go… watch some TV?" asked Rosalie slyly. Emmet catching on quickly followed her up the stairs. Esme leaned against the wall waiting with an amused expression on her face.

"ESME!" she heard all of her children yell. She smiled and laughed quietly. Sometimes it paid off to clean their rooms, she thought wistfully, just to see their reactions. The front door opened yet again and Carlisle poked his head through the door.

"What are they screaming about this time?" asked Carlisle going over and kissing her on the hand, then on her cheek.

"Oh nothing I just asked them to clean up their rooms," she said dismissively waving it off.

He chuckled, "Did you have another cleaning spree when we were gone?"

Esme just smiled, "Maybe."

A/N: Please tell me what you think, this is my first shot at a story:p