A/N: To those who previously followed or favorite this story, I thank you. I did not abandon my story. As I was writing chapter 28, I reviewed that entire story and found way too many errors. I decided to remove the story to edit and revise some of the storyline and fix the mess. I was embarrassed by all the errors. Please forgive me. I am not planning on changing the plot or outcome just cleaning it up a bit. I'm not too proud to beg so if you read a chapter PLEASE leave a review; good or bad.

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Chapter 1 "Never Gonna Give You Up" [radio version]

"We're no strangers to love, You know the rules and so do I, A full commitment's what I'm thinking of, You wouldn't get this from any other guy, I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling,

Gotta make you understand, Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around and desert you, Never gonna make you cry, Never gonna say goodbye, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. . ."

"Oh for Christ's sakes babe," whined Carlisle as he peeked over the top of the medical journal. A hint of playfulness sparkled in his deep blue eyes. "If you love me at all, please stop singing that ridiculously sappy song to my son. The eighties are over; move on woman!"

"Ridiculous! Sappy! I will have you know Dr. Carlisle Cullen that Never Gonna Give You Up is neither ridiculous nor sappy. It's romantic and he is my baby boy," cooed Esme in her lovey- dovey voice. With the sappy song still playing in the background, Esme walked over to her son who played on the floor with his baby doctor set. She smiled down at her baby boy before she picked him up and placed him on her hip. "Huh baby, isn't momma's favorite song in the whole-wide world so romantic," continued Esme's cooing.

Nodding in agreement, "yike song momma."

At her son's response, Esme turned to her husband and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Carlisle shook his head, rolled his eyes and snickered. "Very mature sweetheart, very mature. He's barely a toddler. What does he know about romantic music? I bet if you asked him if he liked that song by that guy who wears eyeliner . . . you know who I'm talking about." Carlisle paused to think of the song or the band. "Anyway, he'd say yes to that song too."

"When my son grows up he is going to be the most romantic man in the whole-wide world," Esme gushed as she ran her fingers through her son's unruly copper hair. Her lovey-dovey voice returned as she spoke to her son. "All the girls are gonna want to marry you. Isn't that right my baby boy? All the girls are gonna want to marry my baby boy but I won't let them because you're momma's baby boy, huh my baby boy." She turned back to her husband, "And the song is 'Just Like Heaven' by The Cure sweatheart."

At Esme's declaration, Carlisle stood up and took his son from his wife.

"When my son grows up he is going to be one of the most respected neurosurgeons in the whole-wide world and we are going to work side-by-side in the operating room. You won't have time for sappy romance songs and silly girls. Isn't that right son?" proclaimed Carlisle as he turned to his wife and playfully stuck out his tongue at her.

With his twinkling emerald green eyes and lopsided smile, Carlisle's son once again nodded in agreement but this time to his father's declaration.

Smugly satisfied with his two year old son's nod, Carlisle eyed his wife. "At least my son's red hair doesn't look like that carrot top Rick Astley guy. He looks like the red-headed stepchild," teased Carlisle.

Esme huffed. "My son doesn't have red hair. I will have you know that his hair is a copper bronze shade. I looked it up," she huffed to her silly husband. "And why can't he be both romantic and a highly respected neurosurgeon at the same time. He can be deadly handsome and intelligent just like his daddy."

"Then it's a plan," victoriously declared Carlisle.

"Then it's a plan," giggled Esme.

"Our boy will be a highly respected neurosurgeon."

"And a drop dead gorgeous romantic at heart," quickly added Esme with a laugh.

"And romantic," agreed Carlisle with a silly defeated smile.

"Really honey, in all seriousness, you do know that we really don't have any say in what he is going to be when he grows up. His decisions will be entirely his own. As his parents, our job will be to support whatever he wants to do," lectured Esme.

Carlisle nodded in agreement, "but it's nice to dream don't you think. . . and, hey! When did you become so mature?"

"Oh hush you! I am a college graduate I will have you know. Now, finish your article." Esme lightheartedly scolded.

Esme retrieved her son from her husband's arms and walked over to the stereo where her favorite romantic song began to play again.

Carlisle just shook his head and laughed as he watched his wife and son sing along.

"We've known each other for so long, Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it,

Inside we both know what's been going on, We know the game and we're gonna play it, And if you ask me how I'm feeling, Don't tell me you're too blind to see . . . Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around and desert you, Never gonna make you cry, Never gonna say goodbye, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. . ."

Meeting her husband's eyes, Esme loudly whispered to her emerald green eyed copper bronze haired baby boy Edward. "Okay baby, we will only listen to our song when daddy, who has no taste in music what so ever, isn't home. Okay my baby boy."

A/N:

"Never Gonna Give You Up" by Peter Alan Waterman, Matthew James Aitken, and Mike Stock. Next chapter will be up fairly soon I promise. Please review!