I Do Not Own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or Breaking Dawn or any of the characters. Stephanie Meyer does. I just wrote the story.
Esme
Edwards POV
Carlisle and Esme had been married 6 months ago. I had gotten used to this new life with Esme. It had taken me very long to get acquainted with the life that was just me and Carlisle, but now we had Esme with us also. I couldn't imagine a lovelier woman; Esme was beautiful on the inside and out. Her eyes had calmed down about 5 months after she had become a vampire and now her eyes were a rich gold. To say that Carlisle and Esme were perfect for each other was very much an understatement. During the day Carlisle was at work in the downtown hospital, while at me and Esme were at home all day. One thing about Esme's past that made me angrier than hell was her old husband Charles Evenson. Apparently Charles had beaten her. To intentionally or accidentally hurt someone like Esme was inexcusable. I was sitting at my piano, which had been moved out of my room and into the living room after I had found out how much Esme enjoyed my playing. She had told me that it was very relaxing while she was doing all her household activities during the day. Esme was very motherly, she had told Carlisle that she would do all the "household" jobs, both I and Carlisle protested, but she said that she didn't mind at all. So every day she felt the need to clean every room in our house including mine. She would make my bed every day even though no one slept in it. When I had asked her about that all I got as an answer was "Well, if you leave it made all the time it will get wrinkly, and no one will be having something wrinkled in this household." And my reply, "Yes, Mam." So as I was saying I was playing the piano when Esme walked in with a basket full of clothing and an ironing board, she set that down and then went back and got the iron and a bowlful of water. She stood up the ironing board and began to iron, I continued playing. She stopped what she was doing walked over to me set her hands on my shoulders "Is that a new piece Edward dear?" "Yes Mam." "It's beautiful." "I actually wrote it for you and Esme, it's all the love I have watched grow since you have been changed." I knew if she could have been crying she would have been. "When your father gets home you will just have to play it for me and him." 4 Hours Later. Carlisle walked through the door and Esme was already there kissing him on the cheek and asking him how his day had been and that I had a surprise for him. "Oh does he now?" "Yes he does and Carlisle you will love it, come sit down." Esme dragged Carlisle to the couch and sat him down. "Edward, Son how was your day?" "Fine, just fine, Father" Carlisle then smiled widely and lovingly, and I thought Esme was about to start sobbing tears of joy, she loved to see me and Carlisle have intimate father- son moments. "Well, Edward you go ahead, Start playing." "Esme, Carlisle I made this song to show you of the love I have watched between you two since the day Esme woke up from burning." Carlisle gave me a proud and loving smile. I began playing the song, but instead of playing the one that Esme had heard I changed it up a bit, I began weaving through the original pattern and adding in things here and there. After I was finished 4 minuets later, Esme and Carlisle began applauding loudly "Wonderful Son" "Oh Edward that was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard." Esme ran up caught me in a hug, kissed me on the cheek and then went off the finish her laundry. Carlisle walked up and clamped a hand on my shoulder "That was amazing, Thank you, so beautiful," he hugged me and then went to his office. Then I went to my room to listen to some of my favorites. Just another average day living with Esme and Carlisle.
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