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"C'mon LeeLee, it's not even that cold!" Seth pouted at his older sibling, the slight breeze around them picking up and blowing his hair into his face. The younger shapeshifter quickly reached up and brushed the strands away from his line of vision, humming under his breath. He had been badgering the older shifter for weeks by that point about going to the beach and getting in the water. Of course Seth could have gone by himself; he was more than capable of doing that. But that wasn't the point. The point was that he wanted to spend time with Leah, and he wasn't going to lighten up until she agreed to it. "You promised we could go when it's not freezing outside! Besides, we don't even get cold anymore." He frowned at them.

Carlisle had to admit that he had a bit of a soft spot for all of his adopted children. The only being in the entire world that he loved and cared for more than his children was his dear Esme. Even though his personality differed from most of the younger vampires, he still tried to establish a strong bond with all of them. And still, despite his best efforts, he and Rosalie weren't nearly as close as he would have liked the two of them to be. He loved her, of course, but he also respected her space and privacy. He never tried to impose himself on her or force his presence on her. However, there would always be that lingering feeling of guilt that was left behind because of his decision to turn her. If he had known that she would have resented vampirism so much, he would have allowed her to pass when it was her time without intervening. But he did, and he couldn't take that back. The only thing he could do was try to be a good father figure to her. "I appreciate you joining me for a hunt," Carlisle said warmly as he wiped a stray droplet of blood from the corner of his mouth, nodding his head. "It's been a long time since the two of us hunted together."