our miracle || Carlisle & Esme 

It’d been weeks since they had learned the news of Esme’s pregnancy, and Carlisle was impressed with how well she was taking it. She was glowing, her whole face was illuminated. Carlisle had been working late at the hospital, and had a special pager for home emergencies. He was worried about her going into labor without him there, the others didn’t know how to cope with it, and the thought alone terrified him. He finished off at the hospital and rushed home, bolting inside the house the moment he pulled up in the driveway.

"Esme?" he called to her quietly as he approached their bedroom. He dropped his case in the hallway and hung his coat before entering their room. He stood against the door frame, his elbow above his head as he caught her eye. "Hey.." he whispered, smiling warmly at her. She was pretty big now, and could give birth any day, which would be both terrifying, and exciting at the same time. "How’s my beautiful wife today?" he asked, moving to sit beside her. He planted a soft kiss to her lips as his hands instantly found her stomach. "And you too, hm?" he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her belly.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme’s eyes were wide as she listened to Carmen try to explain what was happening to the pair. What did she mean by her maternal instinct and desire for a baby had ‘paid off’? Carefully, Esme sat up and leaned against Carlisle’s side as he asked her what she meant. ‘I mean, Esme… you’re having a baby.’ She gasped as her hand flew to her mouth, a few tears falling from her eyes as she looked at Carlisle, who looked just as shocked as her. Looking down at her stomach, Esme’s lower lip began to tremble, and she moved her hand from her mouth to her stomach, gently rubbing it.

Carlisle could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat when Carmen told her she was going to have a baby. He glanced down into her hopeful eyes, and then to her stomach, taking a deep breath as he tried to process it. “So, wait.. it’s our baby.. we’re uh, we’re having a baby..” he blurted breathlessly. He placed his hand over hers as she soothed her stomach, his smile growing huge, almost touching his ears. He had finally managed to give her something she needed, something she desired more than anything. ‘Yes, Esme is expecting, and of course it is yours, Carlisle. She will need lots of looking after, and help, and the pregnancy will be accelerated, because.. well you’re vampires.’ Carmen told them, a pleasant smile gracing her lips.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme clung to Carlisle as he asked her what he needed her to do. “Just don’t leave me” she whispered brokenly. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get through feeling unwell without him there. Feeling unwell? She felt as if she were speaking another language. Barely registering Carlisle lifting her from her feet onto the bed, she lay back against the pillows, curling up slightly as pain ripped through her stomach. Her hand held Carlisle’s tightly, and she was grateful that she could squeeze as hard as she could without causing him any pain.

Esme was even paler than usual, she had gone a slight greenish colour, and looked as though she was about to be sick at any given moment. “It’s okay, my love. Carmen is here” he whispered, sitting beside her on the bed, his hand being crushed by hers, but no pain was registered. Just as he finished speaking, Carmen burst through the door and knelt beside her, taking her hand into her own. ‘You have a gift, Esme’ she blurted in a hushed tone, her hands clamping around his wife’s. “What do you mean, gift?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her, “What kind of gift?! he asked again, biting his lip in wonder. This was not his strong point, healing sick people was what he did best, he knew nothing about healing vampires.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme watched Carlisle’s face as he stripped her down to her bra, taking in his features. She couldn’t get over how handsome and… well, beautiful, he was. His skin was so pale that it sparkled, even in the darkness of the night. His auburn eyes glimmered with hope and passion. She couldn’t get over how lucky she was to have him and, for a minute, she was almost grateful for Charles. But then it went away. She could never thank a man that made her life misery. Sighing softly to pull herself out of her thoughts, she looked down at Carlisle’s chest, masking the tears that glazed her vision, and began to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands.

Carlisle clung to his wife gently, holding her against him as he continued to pepper kisses all over her neck, making sure to pay extra attention to her scars, they were his doing in the first place. “I love you” he whispered as she began to unbutton his shirt, his hands then moved to her jeans, tugging gently at them until he’d torn them completely from her body, he was passionately violent, but never enough to hurt her, if he ever thought for a second that he couldn’t control himself, he’d stop. Finally, he had her in her beautiful undergarments, she was practically glowing beneath him, her skin so soft and beautiful, he wanted to kiss every single inch of her, they did have an eternity, after all.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

As soon as Esme was back in Carlisle’s arms, she began to sob again, clutching his shirt tightly in her hands. She knew he was sorry, and she knew this was probably killing him inside, but she couldn’t help but feel this way. She wanted to be a mother. She needed to be. What Carlisle didn’t know was that she’d drove to Italy more than once, planning on asking the Volturi to take her life, just because of the mere fact she couldn’t have what she needed. Then she thought of the children that she did have, and the pain slowly started to subside. And, then, her husband’s beautiful face popped into her mind, and that was when she turned around and headed home, never to speak of what she’d nearly done. Biting her lower lip as she wiped her eyes, Esme moved to straddle Carlisle’s thighs and kissed him deeply, needing him close.

Carlisle didn’t know what was going on in Esme’s head at the moment, he never knew what she was thinking when she fell apart like this, but he tried to understand as best he could. “I’m so sorry, my love..” he repeated, holding her close to him as she sobbed. His heart felt as though it was being stretched and stabbed each time a soft sob fell from her lips. He raised an eyebrow at her sudden change of action, but he couldn’t seem to remove his hands from her. Hid mind was telling him to stop, and simply comfort her, but his body was aching for her to be close. He kissed her back just as deeply, his hands gripping gently at her delicate waist as he held her in place, his lips never leaving hers.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme let her eyes fall closed and hugged Carlisle’s pillow to her chest, knowing she wouldn’t actually be able to sleep, but glad to be able to relax. Sighing softly when she heard her husband’s soft and caring voice from the other side of the door, Esme wiped away the stray tears that had rolled down her cheeks and sat up, still holding Carlisle’s pillow close to her. “Come in” She called out weakly, glancing up as she saw him step through the door, closing it behind him.

Carlisle happily obliged to her request, stepping inside their bedroom, a small frown spread over his face. “Oh, Esme..” he breathed, practically falling to the bed as he stumbled forwards. He sat beside her, collecting her up in his arms and kissing her temple gently. He did love her more than anything in the world, and wanted to give her a baby, even though it was almost impossible, there had been some supernatural cases, like Bella’s for example, but they were rare. “I’m sorry, my love” he added, cuddling her close to him, only wanting to comfort her. He hated seeing her so upset, it’d only happened a few times in their marriage and he’d managed to fix things quickly, but this time it wasn’t going to go away easily.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme pulled out of Carlisle’s embrace; it was sweet he was trying to calm her down and she knew it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t give her a child of his own, but he really didn’t understand how much she needed one. Without uttering another word, Esme headed up the stairs and into their bedroom, passing Rosalie on the way who reached for her, but Esme simply shrugged her off. She needed to be alone. Slamming the door shut behind her, the red head sat down on the king sized bed and pulled the covers over her, closing her eyes as she tried her hardest to remember her little boy. The little boy she’d lost nearly a hundred years ago. 

Carlisle watched her, completely speechless as she shrugged Rosalie off and slammed her door. This wasn’t his Esme, this was somebody completely different, and he wasn’t sure he liked her. She had her reasons for it, though, and he couldn’t exactly judge her for them, given her human life. He didn’t follow, he simply sat before the fireplace, watching as his beautiful blonde daughter sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. She didn’t even need to speak, he simply whispered “I know..” and rose to his feet. He had to follow her, despite how alone she wanted to be, he wasn’t going to leave her by herself at a time like this. “Esme?” he whispered, knocking gently on their door and waiting for some kind of answer from her.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme sat in the exact same spot for a few minutes, not wanting to move in case Carlisle saw her tears. She knew it was impossible for vampires to have a child and, although she had 5 beautiful kids, she still wanted one of her own. Adoption wasn’t a choice; she needed a baby. Turning to look at Carlisle, she rested her forehead against the side of his head and wrapped her arm around his neck, sliding her fingers through his thick, blonde locks. With a soft sigh, Esme whispered into his ear “Give me a baby.”

Esme’s words echoed in his ears, paining his never-beating heart with each syllable. Her world would not be completed until she had a baby, and the thought alone made him feel sick, the mere thought of her being incomplete for eternity was enough to make his eyes fill. “Esme, I cannot give you a child from.. myself.. but I can.. I can try to give you a baby by other means..” he explained, trying to give her some kind of comfort. “I’m so sorry that I cannot give you what you truly need.. and that thought kills me, my love..” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. He breathed in her scent and sighed quietly, he hated that he desired her so, her smell made it hard for him to resist her, yet he could always control himself around her.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme let her eyes fall closed as Carlisle laid her on the couch, and she curled up as clutched a cushion to her chest. Feeling her husband take her soft hands in his own rough, calloused ones, she slid her fingers through his and squeezed softly. She knew he was worrying about her, but she couldn’t manage to form any words. With a soft sigh, the red head pushed herself up from the couch, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch before sliding from her seat and planting herself on the floor next to Carlisle. She stretched her legs out in front of her before looking down at her lap as she whispered “I want a baby.”

Carlisle couldn’t see her this way it pained him too much. Hie eyes fell closed as he felt her slip from his grasp, he assumed she wanted to be alone, or simply didn’t want his company. It wasn’t until he felt her sitting beside him, his heart sinking at her next words. “Oh, sweetheart.. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to say.. Is there anything I can do?.. ” he asked in a whisper, taking her hands in his as he leaned in close to her and wrapped his free arm around her. He loved her too much to let her go through this, it wasn’t an option for Vampires to have children, yet there was always adoption, even though it would be rather risky, and difficult for them to do so.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

esme—cullen:

Esme enjoyed watching the rain pour down outside, watching the raindrops race down the window as she sat on the window seat and awaited her husbands return. Tonight, though, she’d opted to sit outside, where her thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the rain that fell against the roof of the porch. She’d been sat in the same spot for nearly an hour when she felt a gust of wind beside her before Carlisle’s cold hands came to rest on her face. Slowly, Esme turned her head so her amber eyes met Carlisle’s and a few tears rolled down her cheeks as she shook her head. She stood from her seat and leant against the pole that held the porch up and folded her arms across her chest. She said nothing as she stared out into the woods.

Carlisle’s non-existent heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t bare hearing her cry, it was a sound that had the power to bring him to his knees, and break his heart, all at the same time. “Esme, talk to me..” he whispered, his knees beginning to shake as he followed her to her designated spot. “Please..” he added, his hands finding hers, locking his palms around hers protectively. He had no idea what’d spurred this on, but he hoped it wasn’t him that’d made her so upset, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had done this to her. “Please my love, tell me what the matter is?..” he asked one more time, his grip tightening on her hands ever so slightly. He could tell that tonight was going to be a long, long night.

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April showers || Carlisle & Esme 

Evenings had soon enough become Carlisle’s favourite part of the day. The constant downpour had made his days excruciatingly difficult, there were twice as many accidents, and the humid air made the smell of human blood a little difficult to resist, not that he ever had a problem with it. There were always twice as many nurses on shift during the days, which was never a good thing as they tended to torment him with powdered sugar, deeming that he was too sweet. He found this both disturbing, and a little flattering, although his heart would always belong to Esme, completely. By the time he arrived home, he was always soaking wet, but his hair was always in place, like it was made of golden stone or something. His white doctors jacket was covered by a heavy black coat that looked as though it was from the 1960’s and his polished shoes were always in tact. The journey home was never a problem for him, he was a Cullen after all, and he sure as hell drove like one, despite the weather. He arrived home at his usual time, only to find one thing out of place that could have been spotted from the end of their drive way. Esme was outside waiting for him, this wasn’t unusual, but the look on her face, that was unusual. She looked like all of the happiness had been drained from her ever existing soul, she looked positively drained. Carlisle reached his parking space and fled the car as fast as he could, rushing over to where his wife was sat under the porch. “Esme,” he started, moving to her side in an instant. He dropped his case to the cold wooden floor and cupped her face gently in his hands, his golden eyes meeting hers, “What is the matter, my love?” he asked.

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Free of the storm || Carlisle&Esme 

esme—cullen:

Whenever Carlisle was at work or away, Esme tended to spend a lot of time outside, but the weather was too bitter for her to even think about going outside and tending to her garden. Whenever it was cold, she sat in their ‘bedroom’ and worked on some art. That was where she was when Carlisle returned home that evening. As soon as his voice reached her ears, a smile spread across her face. She got to her feet and called back softly “In the bedroom, dear.” Setting everything down on the bed, she waited for her love to step through the door.

Carlisle’s head perked up quickly as he heard the voice of his angel. Before his brain had even acknowledged that she had called to him, his feet were taking him to her. The sun peered through their half open curtains, and shone a perfect orange light through the middle of the room, there he found her, standing with her back to the sun, making her look even more beautiful than usual. “Hey, my love..” he whispered, walking slowly into their room. “I’m sorry I was gone so long.. the weather is too bad for me to move around easily..” he explained on his way over to her. His strong arms pulled her into an embrace, which wasn’t just a silly form of contact, each and every touch he shared with her was cherished, and important to him. “How was your day” he asked, his nose resting gently into her hair as he once again, breathed in her beautiful scent.

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Free of the storm || Carlisle&Esme 

The evenings drew to a close faster than usual, the days felt shorter and the snow continued to pour down over the little town of Forks. It wasn’t unusual for it to snow this time of year, but it was certainly overcast. Carlisle was trying to make his way home without raising any suspicion, the locals would find it extremely weird if he just seemed to drive through it, so he made his way through the woods, running as fast as he could, so no one would see him. This wasn’t as difficult as he’d assumed, and he was home before he knew it. The steps to the front door were icy, and he made sure to tread carefully as he walked up them, and opened the front door. Instantly a warm, sweet scent greeted him, causing a slight ‘light headedness’ to occur. He dropped his briefcase down by the door and shrugged his coat off, before making his way up the spiral staircase. “Esme?” he called out as he reached the top, his lungs beginning to fill with the beautiful aroma that filled the air. “Where are you, my love..” he called out, in his usual, husky tone as he made his way down the hall, searching for his beloved.

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