Ouch

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Its now been three months and my sons look to be seven years old. They're growing up faster than I did. I don't know if I can handle their growth. Jacob feels the same. He wants to have more father time with them but we're both losing our time with them.

"Then enjoy the time you have with them, Renesmee," My father tried to assure me, "I know they are growing much faster than you did, but that doesn't mean..."

"Ouch!" Tyson's scream interrupted my father.

I got up quick and rushed to the kitchen. There on the ground layed a bloody knife and Tyson crying holding his hand. I rushed to his side, "Tyson let me see." I moved his good hand out of the way and saw a deep cut in his ring finger. "Oh baby" I was so worried about his finger. Tears swormed down his face.

"Mommy it hurts!" He whined. I grabbed a rag and wrapped it around his finger.

"Carlisle will be here in 4 minutes," Dad looked at Tyson.

"What happened Tyson? Were you playing with knifes again?"

"I.. I... was try... trying to cu... cut my.... bread!" he whined some more.

"Why didn't you just ask for some help?"

"Becau...ause I wanted... to be... bi..big.. like daddy!" His blue eyes glowed brightly as the tears continued to fall.

I could hear Jacob coming in thru the front door. He must have heard Tyson's crys from outside. "Hey is everything alright?" Jake rushed to us holding Mathew in one arm.

"Tyson cut himself with the knife," I explained.

"Buddy, I asked you to get a sandwhich, you didn't have to cut it or yourself. Are you alright?" Jake was now leaning down by his side still holding Mathew. Mathew looked like he was going to puke up a hair ball just looking at the blood. Only Tyson drinks blood not Mathew, he dispises it.

"Jake maybe you shouldn't let Matt see this."

"Oh yes that would be a good idea." Jake got back up and set Matt down on the couch and turned on Seseme Street.

"Does... this mean... San...nta.. wont bring.... me gifts?" Tyson just learned about Santa Clause last week and he was truely fastinated by him.

I chuckled, "Yes baby. Why wouldn't he?"

"Be..cause I didn't... listen.. to you. I... was bei... ing bad."

"Yes you didn't listen to me, but you weren't being bad. I'm sure Santa will understand." I kissed him on his forhead and picked him up as I heard Carlisle pull into the drive way. I headed toward to stares as he came in.

"What happened to my handsome great grandson?" Carlisle smiled as he looked at the cut.

"Knife," I explained again.

"Oh well, I'll have to take this to my office. Shall we?" Grandpa directed his hands to the stares.

Tyson had to get five stiches on his finger. Poor baby. Grandpa just got done wrapping it.
"Now Tyson, what did we learn today?" I asked him politly.

"Never play with knives and always listen to daddy and mommy." He was done crying now.

"Thats my boy!" Jake ran in and jerked Tyson in the air, "How are you big man?"

"Better now!" He smiled widly showing a full set of teeth except the one he lost last week.

"Ok well go play with your brother and stay off that finger. Ok?" Jacob asked.

"Ok daddy."

"Good boy." Jake retured a smile and set Ty on the floor.

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