"SO, WHERE are all of you going?" Carlisle asked, his eyes never leaving Mayla, who was wearing the blue dress Alice bought her earlier.

"Well, Alice is dragging me along to some party and apparently everyone else decided it would be a good idea to come," Mayla said.

"It's technically a club," Alice said. "But we'll be fine."

"Alice, can I stay behind?" Mayla asked. Alice crossed her arms. "Why?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Carlisle and I have to talk and I'd prefer to be sober while I do so."

"Wait, we can get drunk?" Emmett asked. Mayla nodded. "It's not a good idea to be around humans at that time since you're a vegetarian, though."

Emmett nodded, jumping in his spot happily.

"Fine." Alice sighed. "You'll come later?"

"Maybe," Mayla said, then smiled. "Or maybe I'll be drunk when you come back."

Alice frowned. "No."

"I am a full-grown adult. I'll do what I like."

"So, you'll do Carlisle?" Emmett asked. He flinched when both Rosalie and Mayla slapped him.

"No!" Mayla exclaimed. "Ew!"

"Oh, please, you two have been eye fu-" Rosalie placed her hand over Emmett's mouth. "Emmett, shut up." She slowly removed her hand.

"Emmett, Carlisle is like a brother to me," Mayla said. Carlisle's face fell lightly before he fixed his composure.

"I don't believe you, but whatever." Emmett crossed his arms and pouted.

Everyone in the Cullen house left- except for Mayla, Carlisle, Renesmee, and Esme.

Renesmee touched Esme's hand softly. Esme nodded.

"We're going to go to Bella and Edward's while you two talk," Esme said. Mayla and Carlisle nodded.

Mayla walked into the kitchen and started looking for the alcohol.

"Where do you guys hide it?" She asked.

"Hide what?" Carlisle asked, leaning against the counter.

"The whiskey. Wine. Anything."

"It's in that cabinet over there." Carlisle pointed to a cabinet on the other side of the kitchen. Mayla smiled and sped over. She opened it and laughed.

"You still have this?" She asked pulling out an old wine bottle.

"Yes."

"Now, that was a long time ago." She smiled as she continued looking, setting the bottle back.

"What makes you say it was that long ago?" Carlisle asked. Mayla laughed again. "Well, it was 1656 when this was made." She shook her head.

"Remember how drunk I got?" She shook her head. "I haven't felt like that in years. 352 to be exact."

She continued looking until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.

"You want one?" Carlisle shook his head. Mayla shrugged. "Your loss."

She sat on the counter, sipping on her wine, her dress riding up her thighs as she repositioned herself.

"What'd you want to talk about?" Carlisle asked after a moment of silence.

"Well, that day in the garden I was caught off guard and I think I reacted harshly," Mayla said softly, continuing to sip on her wine.

Carlisle and Mayla talked for about an hour before Mayla was no longer sober.

Carlisle helped the dirty blonde make her way over to the couch, him being the one to support her weight because she had become clumsy.

Mayla giggled. "You need to smile more." Carlisle sighed.

Mayla gasped. "And laugh more!" She giggled again.

"I'm just worried," Carlisle said softly. Mayla giggled again. "You're cute when you're worried."

Carlisle sighed and sat her down on the couch. "Stay here."

He went to his office and grabbed a blood bag. He took it to the kitchen and poured it into a glass. He carried the glass to the living room and handed it to the dirty blonde. She frowned. "I don't want this."

Carlisle sighed. "It's human."

Mayla sighed and drank the red liquid.

Once she was done she giggled again.

"I love you," she said, her words slightly blending.

"You're not sober," Carlisle said softly. Mayla giggled again as she grabbed the blonde man and made him sit beside her. She lay down so her head was in Carlisle's lap and her feet were resting on the couch.

A few minutes later, Esme and Rensemee walked into the living room.

"Why's Mayla laying on Grandpa's lap?" Renesmee asked softly. Mayla giggled and rolled over.

"She's drunk," Carlisle told Esme. She nodded.

Mayla giggled again.

"Mayla, why don't you come with me?" Esme helped the girl stand and walk up the stairs, the dirty blonde giggling the entire time.

"Carlisle's cute," Mayla slurred once they got upstairs. Esme smiled softly as she looked through her drawers for something more appropriate Mayla could change into.

"I miss when he wasn't married. He was a lot funner." Mayla giggled. Esme paused in her search, before deciding the comment was harmless, and continued searching for clothes for the girl.

"Kissing him was fun. He's not fun anymore. He doesn't smile. Or laugh." Mayla giggled again. Esme frowned as she finally found a top and pair of shorts the dirty blonde could wear.

"Here." Esme helped Mayla take her dress off. "Let's get you dressed."

Esme helped Mayla change.

"Do you like Carlisle?" Mayla asked. Esme smiled. "Yes, I do."

"I used to," Mayla said. "Then he said he loves me. Like he used to. He used to love me. He used to talk to me like I wasn't part of the reason his mother is dead. Now, he frowns all the time." Mayla frowned. "It was funner when we were human. We could sneak out and do anything we wanted." Mayla giggled, then frowned. "Then he changed when he was told he had to marry. He wasn't fun."

"I need to talk to him." Mayla tried walking to the door but stumbled, and was caught by
Esme.

"Why don't I walk you downstairs?" Esme helped the girl to the door.

Mayla giggled again. Carlisle sighed when he saw the two of the girls.

"She's still drunk?" Carlisle ran a hand over his face. Esme nodded.

Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, and Bella walked into the house. Edward and Bella went to Renesmee while Emmett and Rosalie went to their room.

Alice danced over to where Carlisle, Esme, and Mayla stood, Jasper following the pixie.

"You didn't come," Alice accused. Mayla giggled. Esme looked at Alice. "She's drunk."

Alice nodded her mouth in a small 'o'.

"Why'd she get drunk?" Alice asked. Mayla giggled again. "Carlisle used to be fun." She tried to escape from Esme's hold on her but failed.

"I wanna sit down," Mayla wined. Esme sighed and helped her sit down on the couch.

"Carlisle," Mayla mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I wanna sleep," she wined. Carlisle smiled softly. "You're a vampire. You can't sleep."

"But I wanna sleep." Mayla pouted. Carlisle sighed. "You're a vampire no matter how much you don't want to be."

"I don't want to be a vampire." Mayla sobbed into Carlisle's shoulder. "I wanted kids. I wanted to grow old."

She gasped as a tear slid down her cheek, along with Esme, Jasper, Alice, and Carlisle.

Within a few seconds, Mayla was sobbing, tears running down her face. She buried her head into Carlisle's chest, her sobs being the only thing in the house.

Rosalie walked down the stairs slowly, watching the dirty blonde with empathy.

Edward came into the room quickly, immediately running to the girl's side.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Edward asked. Mayla choked on a sob.

"I-" Mayla cut herself off. She just turned to Edward and cried as he held her.

"I- I- Can I talk to you outside?" Edward nodded and stood up, helping the dirty blonde when needed as she was slowly sobering up.

When they were out of hearing distance from the people in the house, Mayla started crying again.

"I'm in love with Carlisle."

A/N: So I'm ngl, I had fun writing drunk Mayla.

Anyway, I feel really bad for Esme bc Mayla wouldn't shut abt Esme's husband lol.

So I finally sat down and figured out a publishing schedule. I didn't go past Volume One because someone in my family is pregnant and the due date is around then, so I don't want to have to bother with Wattpad when the baby's born.

I will still publish up to the baby's birth, but I won't update around the time the baby is born. (Update: Volume Two chapters will be updated on every 10th and 28th.)

Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please vote and comment. I enjoy reading comments and y'all's opinions. ❤️

I love each and every one of you! Have a good morning/day/afternoon/night!