My father sighed and turned a page in the newspaper.
"Daddy." I tugged on his pant leg this time and he shooed his hand in my direction. What was I, a dog?
I pushed his hand away, climbed onto his lap and grabbed his face in my small hands.
"Dad." I met his eyes and glared at him.
"What, son, what do you want?" he sighed, obviously losing his patience with me.
"I want you to call Uncle Charlie right now and demand that I see my Bella." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
Stupid Emmett. All I wanted was to see my girlfriend, but he has to ruin everything with his silly little games.
He chuckled at me and lifted me so that I was in the seat beside him. "I'm afraid it doesn't work like that, son. Charlie grounded her. I can't un-ground her because you miss her."
I pouted. "Well, why not?"
"Because I'm not her father. It was Charlie's decision and he's sticking to it. Now let it go."
I glared at him once more before hopping down from the kitchen chair and sulking into the living room where my mother was.
She was folding laundry when I walked in but stopped when I threw myself down on the couch beside her.
"Edward?" Her hand touched my back, rubbing up and down it soothingly.
"What? Go away."
"What's wrong, honey?"
"Just go away!" I muttered, pulling a blanket over my body.
"Will you stop? Now tell me what's wrong."
"I can't do it anymore."
"Do what, sweetie?" With every sentence she said, her voice became more and more confused.
"Tell Mommy. C'mon. I'm going to pull the blanket off and I-"
"No!" I pulled the blanket tighter around my body.
She sighed heavily and tugged the blanket off of me in one try. I stood on the couch and smacked my palms against her shoulders repeatedly.
Hearing the commotion, my dad ran in. "Edward! We do not hit Mommy."
"I. Can't. Do. It!" I hit my hands against her some more.
"Can't do what?" She put her arms tightly around me like a vice. I struggled against her, my arms held to my sides.
"I can't keep this up! I need to see my Bella!" I sobbed against her neck and she ran her hands in circles on my back.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'll call Renee right now and see what I can do, okay?" I nodded, running my balled up hand under my nose and sniffling. I sat down on her lap with her arms still around me as she made comforting sounds in my ear.
"Esme, she's grounded. You can't do that." My father butted in.
I grabbed a neatly rolled washcloth, chucked it at his head and stuck my tongue out at him as it hit him on his belly.
"That's enough out of you, Edward." My mom chided. "And Carlisle, can't you see that he's miserable? I'll just call Renee and see if she can talk Charlie out of Bella's grounding."
"But-" He started again.
"No, 'buts' Carlisle. Our son is desperate and in pain. That's that." She snapped at him and set me on the couch before grabbing the laundry basket and going upstairs.
My dad glared at me, upset that I had somehow managed to make his wife mad at him.
I grinned triumphantly as he stomped out of the room and I grabbed the remote, turning on CatDog as I waited patiently for my mom to call Aunt Renee.
AN: comes out of cave* Hi there. Did you guys miss me? I hope so because I've honestly missed writing for everyone. It was hard to get this chapter out, considering I hadn't written anything for it in over 2 years, but here it is. I hope I didn't disappoint.