Only Exception || C. Cullen ?

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Christina sighed loudly, rubbing the side of her head as she felt a throbbing pain start. She had waited up until the family came home with information on the redhead before going to bed. "I'm going to talk to Paul next time I see him— but you all need to learn to work together." Christina eyed all the Cullens that surrounded the living room; minus Edward. "Instead of fighting against them, maybe learn to fight with them, and Victoria won't be so hard to take down."

She eyed them one last time before bidding herself goodnight— missing the smile growing on Carlisle's face at her mothering instincts.

"When is your sister returning?" Rosalie asked, breaking Christina out of her thoughts.

"Should have been last night," she answered. She carefully picked her nail polish off her nails in thought. "I'd imagine she's at school now—"

Christina jumped as the front door slammed open. She glanced over her shoulder to see Edward pacing the living room. She shared a look with Rosalie— the blonde shaking her head before going back to watching Annie play in the mud.

The young mother sighed before going into the house, silently watching as the russet vampire paced the whole living room.

"How was the trip?" Christina spoke up, meeting his darken eyes with a raised brow. He huffed under his breath, ignoring her question. "I take it that Bella didn't take the truth very well."

"She left with Jacob to go to the reservation," he growled out.

The young mother didn't take his irritation to heart. She felt her lips twitch upwards before she nodding her head. "And the tantrums for...?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, stopping in the middle of the floor. "I'm not throwing a tantrum—"

"Aren't you?" She questioned, leaning against the threshold of the kitchen. "My six year old daughter takes rejection better than you."

Edward sighed heavily, and crossed his arms against his chest.

"Now, wanna tell me why your panties are in a twist about Bella being with her friend?" Christina pointed to the couch in the middle of the living room, not giving him room to reject her offer.

They both sat down on the sofa before Edward explained. "I can't protect her over there."

"What makes you think she needs protection?" Christina asked as she got more comfortable on the couch. She raised her left leg onto the couch, resting her thigh against her chest and slipped her right leg under her backside. "The boys can protect her just fine—"

"I don't trust them," he interrupted, narrowing his eyes to the ground in a glare.

Christina sighed. "You trust Bella?"

He nodded his head. "Of course I do—"

"Then you need to trust that she knows what she's doing," Christina advices. "You have to trust her enough to know that if she needed help, she'd come to you. Otherwise, she's fine and protected. You can't let this jealousy thing you have with Jacob interfere with your relationship. It's only going to push her away the more you try to control her life."

The mind reader stayed silent at Christina's words. She leaned over and patted his shoulder lightly before getting up from the couch. "Just— try, okay? I already told everyone last night that you all need to stop fighting with the pack— you all might learn a thing or two from each other."