I know this is totally different from the story and that alice isn't esme's daughter but you know what i just thought it would be a great idea so i wrote it down. DISCLAIMER; all these characters rightfully belong to Stephanie Meyer and not me (except for jonathon that one was mine) :) and i hope you enjoy! please review it i want 5 reviews so i can make a part 2.

Esme's Story – Part 1

Sitting in the waiting room, my arms folded around my expectant belly. He should be here. I look around at all the happy couples here in the pregnancy wards, joyful and so in love. Kisses on cheeks, hands on their swollen stomachs, talk of sweet nothings, I miss it. 'At least you still have the baby' I thought to myself.

"Next, please." Came a gentle voice.

A man in his late 20's or very early 30's stepped out of the doctor's office. He was very handsome; possibly the handsomest man I'd ever seen. He was tall – about six foot or so, gloriously fair hair, golden-butterscotch eyes and was of a very pale complexion. My eyes feasted upon him.

"Yes, that's me." I said, standing carefully up so I wouldn't jostle my precious cargo. I walked as calmly as I could towards the man; my heart was pounding in my chest as if I was thirteen again with my very first crush. As I neared the man, I noticed the things I hadn't at the far end of the waiting room; the kind way his mouth settled into a smile, and the way his eyes radiated a peace – which I guess came from the job of saving people's lives here. My heart fluttered as he gave me a flash of his pearly, white teeth. He held out a pale hand to me,

"Hello, I'm Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen, and I'll be your doctor today and you are..?"

"Esme Brandon." I took his hand. I gasped, his hands were ice-cold and it was mid-July here! Carlisle seemed to notice my shock at the temperature of his hand and stuck it awkwardly, away in his trouser pocket.

"Please, step this way, Esme." He said, holding the door open for me.

"Thank you." I stepped inside and sat on the customary chair. Carlisle closed the door and went over to his mahogany desk and opened up my file.

"So Esme, I'm just going to go through a few things on your file, okay?"

I nodded, folding my arms around my stomach, preparing for the questions that always followed. I watched him as he read the 'Personal History' and watched as his eyebrows furrowed. He found it.

He cleared his throat, "It uh, says here that you have a daughter called Mary Alice, and from what I have here she is fifteen?"

The familiar lump grew in my throat, it's idiotic honestly, the amount of times I've had to answer that question and I still end up crying my heart out.

"Yes. Uh--" I sniffled, "She isn't with us anymore, a couple of months ago, she went missing, and--". Just talking about it relived it for me. I recall the last time I saw my Alice; she was going out the front door to go to school…

Her long, inky black hair- she got that from her father- was swishing side to side as she was waving goodbye to me. She was smiling from ear to ear, but even though she was smiling, I noticed the dark circles under her eyes from the night before. My Alice was always special, even more so now because she had started getting visions of the future. But it didn't change one bit on how I cared for her, except I worried that she would see something she'd be better off not seeing. She even saw the baby coming before we had actually decided on it. Her father, Jonathon, didn't like it when she did though. He clenched his jaw and his fists while she saw it and then yelled at her afterwards. I had heard countless arguments between her and him. She just wanted him to accept her for who she was. He wanted her to be a normal girl. I loved Jonathon, truly I did, with all my heart, but if he was going to keep on treating my children like that; I was going to leave him and go and live with my parents. My children deserved better than that. As I had told him so the night before she disappeared. That morning, before Jon had left for work, he promised that it would never happen again, and after that, I never saw her again. That's what I assumed he meant by 'it never happening again'. All he had to do was get rid of her and it wouldn't. And then I saw the obituary he had placed in the newspaper for her. And right then I knew right down to the marrow of my bones that I wasn't safe here (if he had already gotten rid of my Alice how soon before it was me?) and neither was my baby. So I left him and went back to Chicago to my parents.

Carlisle, obviously sensing my distress, quickly walked over to me, and he put his arms around me and just held me. That was all I needed. Just to be held; I hadn't been held in too long a time. A few minutes passed and then he drew away – reluctantly- and he looked me in the eyes and quietly said, "Don't do this to yourself."

I stared back at his eyes and saw something different about them, they were darker not golden anymore- but dull butterscotch and they looked…hungry. As I had been contemplating this we both had been, unconsciously, moving towards each other. His beautiful face, just inches away from mine, it was hard to resist it – and I started to close the space between us. And then, he must have realized we were in a not-so-much a professional position, and pulled away. He blinked a couple of times to try and shake the connection that was so strong a few moments before. He cleared his throat again, "Okay, um, let's take a look at that belly of yours." And he went back to his desk and opened a drawer and got out a measuring ribbon. I pulled the loose fabrics of my dress back so he could get a clear range for measuring. He rolled out the ribbon and wrapped his arms around my stomach and reached around and brought the tape forward so he could see the measurement. This one single gesture just made my heart thump even harder; I could see it moving through the fabrics of my dress. His touch was ice cold, but it left me feeling even warmer than I had in a long time.

"Twenty-one inches. A very healthy baby." He assured me as he wrote it down on a little pink card and slipped it inside my file.

"And I'll see you on the due date; I'll be one of the delivering doctors." He offered me a hand to help me up. I took it and grunted as the weight surprised me, as it always does.

"Thank you, Carlisle. I'll see you then." I said, gratefully.

And then as Carlisle kissed me on the fore-head, my water broke.