A/N: This idea came to me after reading a few stories in which Edward and Rosalie have some blow-up between each other. I decided to try my own version of one but I set mine in the Cade Cullen universe. The story is told mostly through Esme's POV unless otherwise marked.
I'm still working on Bonding Gone Wrong but this came to me as I was working on it and it demanded to be written. I hope to have the next part up of Bonding up by this weekend.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the mistakes found here.
Warning: This story contains spanking and foul language
Of Jackets and Endearments
Part One: Of Arguments
Esme was quietly tending to her garden. It was spring the perfect time for her to plant the seedlings for the upcoming season. She couldn't wait to see her garden in bloom. She was thinking about the colors and scents that would fill her home in the summer when she heard a commotion from inside the house.
"Don't tell me to shut up."
"Then stop bothering me!"
Esme sighed as she put down her gardening tools and began walking into the house. Cade and Rosalie were at it again.
Ever since Cade had come to live with them he and Rosalie had done nothing but bicker. Personally she thought it had something to do with Rosalie's insistence on mothering Cade when he'd first moved in. It had taken almost a year before Rosalie had admitted to herself that Cade saw her as a sister not as a mother.
Even now Rosalie still slipped into the mothering role around him and that always triggered Cade's temper. Carlisle and she had spoken to Rosalie and Cade about the constant arguing between them, hoping to find some resolution to it. It seemed to work except for the occasional argument.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I could hear Cade yelling as I walked into the living room where my two children stood toe-to-toe.
"All I did was ask you a question you little brat," said Rosalie clearly trying to control her anger.
"What is going on?" I asked as I went to stand between my children. It did the trick; they instantly took a step away from each other.
"She/he started it," was said in unison by my children.
"One at a time," I said.
"The little brat told me to shut the f*** up," said Rosalie.
"Cade Cullen did you say that?" I asked as I turned to look at my son.
"But she started it," whined Cade as he looked at me.
"That is not what I asked," I said.
"He also broke your vase," said Rosalie as she pointed at the broken pieces of what used to be one of my antic vases.
I sighed and looked at Cade. He was glaring at Rosalie. I turned back just in time to see Rosalie stick her tongue out at him. I sighed once more; sometimes I forgot who was the nine year old.
"Tattling bitch," growled Cade.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" I said as I quickly turned to look at Cade. He couldn't have said what I thought he said.
"I…I…but she started it," said Cade quickly defending himself.
"Tell me you did not just call your sister that vile word. A word that you know is not allowed in this house under any circumstance," I said as I stared down my son.
"But mom, Rosalie started it," whined Cade.
"It doesn't matter who started it. That word is not allowed here and you know it young man," I said calmly but sternly as I looked at Cade.
"I'm sorry," said Cade as he hung his head and looked down at the floor. He knew he was in trouble.
"Rosalie, tell me what happened here," I said.
"I came down just as Cade was getting ready to go outside. It's cold out and since he can feel the cold I suggested he take a jacket. He got mad and started yelling at me, next thing I knew he threw the vase at me and told me I couldn't tell him what to do. Then we started arguing again and well you know the rest," explained Rosalie.
I sighed, all this over a jacket.
"Cade do you have anything to add to that?" I asked of my sullen looking son.
"She called me sweetheart. She's not supposed to call me that," complained Cade.
"Do you mean to tell me you got mad because your sister called you sweetheart when she asked you to get a jacket?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," mumbled Cade.
"Rosalie, clean the vase up and straighten the living room," I said. Rosalie was about to protest but she saw the look I gave her.
"Yes, mom," said Rosalie when she saw the look.
"As for you young man, upstairs now," I said.
"But mom…" said Cade.
"Now!" I said.
I sighed yet again as I watched my son stomp up the stairs and then heard the loud bang as his bedroom door was slammed shut. He'd better not have knocked the door of the hinges again I thought. He's already in enough trouble.
I turned to look at Rosalie as she cleaned the pieces of the vase up. I then slowly made my way upstairs into my bedroom and sat quietly on the bed. I needed time to collect myself before I dealt with Cade.
I hated being the disciplinarian; Carlisle was the one that usually dealt out the discipline not me. That's not to say I've never punished any of my children, I have. But it would be the first time I dealt with Cade. I didn't want to but I had to. Cade had to realize that I took his attitude and behavior as seriously as Carlisle did. What had sealed his faith with me had been his telling Rosalie to shut the f*** up and then later calling her a bitch. I could take a lot from my children but swearing at each other was not something I ever let them get away with.
No point in delaying any longer, I thought as I rose from the bed. I walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Rummaging quickly through it, finding what I wanted I closed the drawer and reluctantly walked out of the sanctuary of my bedroom. I hesitated outside Cade's room a moment before I knocked softly before walking in.