Esme's POV

I woke up to the rambunctious arguing of my children. Again. I heaved a great sigh and walked down the stairs to the living room to put an end to this endless fighting. As I emerged into the living room, I caught fragments of the argument between the three worst-tempered teenagers on the face of this Earth –Jasper, Edward, and Rosalie.

"-the worst siblings I've ever had!"

"We're the only siblings you've ever had! Now, calm down, you're making everything worse."

"Shut up, Jasper!"

"Just turn off your emo-puking-system and fuel off your own emotions –"

"I am!"

"If you guys don't shut up, I will stuff this table down your throats!"

I have heard enough.

"Hey! The three of you, silence! Sit down right now!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, right when Jasper was crouching low to spring on his brother and sister. He immediately straightened and the three of them stared at me in shock and surprise. I glared back at my hot-tempered teens. "Do I have to ask you again? Sit down!" I repeated, and they complied this time.

Once they were all seated, I took my place in front of them and began scolding.

"What is wrong with you three? You are brothers and sister! You should not be acting this way and you definitely not be threatening each other, in any way." At that I cast a mild glare at the boys and noticed their expressions. They weren't sorry. "I have had it up to here," My head is held way above my head to signal my intolerance, "with your fighting. The three of you have terrible tempers that you need to work on, especially when you are around each other! If you can't do it, then I will do it for you. Now, I want to know who started it this time and what was it about." At that moment, the three kids started yelling simultaneously, trying to get me to hear each of their explanations at once. I raised my hand to silence them, and was rewarded by their immediate ceasing of words.

"One at a time. I will hear all sides of the story, so do not fret." I pointed at Jasper. "You go first. Tell me what happened, Jazz."

I watched as my little southern soldier took in a deep breath before blocking out all emotions from the rest of us in the room. Good, I thought, he's learning.

"Well," he began. "I was in my room, minding my own business, when suddenly Rosalie pops in. She struts into my room, without knocking mind you, and glares down at me. I'll bet she even expected me to bow down or something just because she walked in. When I asked her, calmly, what she wanted, she irritably asked me for money. Money is something I value a lot and I'm short on it, so I said no. She got furious and started yelling and shouting that it wasn't fair because I had loaned Edward money last week. She was still ranting when I walked away from her and down here to the living room, but she followed me down here. She saw Edward here too and started yelling at him as well. So, you see it was all Rosalie's fault, Momma." When Jasper's explanation was completed, he sat back against the couch looking smug. I nodded and then turned to Rosalie. "Alright, Rose go ahead."

"First of all," Rose began furiously, "everything that Jasper said was a lie. He was the one that came into my room bugging me. When I told him to get out, he started yelling at me and poking me. I decided since he wasn't leaving, to ask him for some money that I really needed. He said no, and I enquired as to why not since he did give Edward money last week. Jasper started arguing with me that it's none of my business and that it has nothing to do with whether he gives Eddie money or not, it doesn't mean he has to give me anything. I'll admit I got angry, but I didn't do anything except walk out my room. On my way down here I noticed Edward and asked him what he used Jasper's money for. They both started yelling at me! Mom, I wasn't going to sit back and take that so I started yelling back. But, I didn't really do anything, I swear." By the end of my daughter's side of the story, Jasper and Edward were both looking at her in shock. I had to stop myself from doing the same. My daughter could never be that innocent in an argument with her brothers. With a nod of my head, I turned to Edward. He shook his head and simply said, "My story is the same as Jasper's story."

I raised an eyebrow but asked nothing else of my youngest son. I sighed and rubbed my temples for a moment before closing my eyes. I honestly didn't know whose story to believe. I remembered something and turned back to Edward.

"Edward, I remember you threatening both of your siblings that you were going to shove a table down their throats. If you were a victim along with Jasper, you wouldn't have threatened him. Care to explain your side of the story now?"

Edward glanced sideways and muttered, "Rosalie came down following Jazz and started yelling at me. Jasper tried to control our emotions and I got angrier and I yelled at him to leave me alone. He yelled back. Rosalie yelled at us again. I told her to shut up. Then, the argument kept escalating from there."

I nodded once more but said nothing. I watched in speculation at my children's reaction to my reaction –Edward playing with his hands, Rosalie glaring at the floor, and Jasper fidgeting nervously. I watched Jasper a little longer, wondering why he seemed to be extra nervous.

"Jasper, is there something you wish to say to me, son?" I enquired of my eldest boy. He looked up quickly and gulped. Hesitantly, my soldier shook his head and glanced down at the floor, shifting around some more.

I shook my head slowly and sighed exasperated. I addressed my kids carefully. "The three of you go to your rooms. I will be up shortly."

I watched as Rosalie sent a mild glare my way, and how her look softened at the glare I returned. She trudged up to her room and slammed the door shut. Edward stood slightly shaking and walked slowly up the stairs to his room. Jasper was a little faster. He practically ran up those stairs. When I was sure that the three of them were in their rooms, I began thinking about Jasper's behavior.

There's something that boy isn't telling me. But, I sure am going to find out.

With that thought in mind, I made my way up the stairs and to Jasper's room.