Jasper P.O.V.
It is Friday and the day when Carlisle and Esme go out to have "dinner". This was the day they went out on every week ever since we have known them. I could feel the emotions radiating of them: calm, adoration, lust, love, gratitude. We heard the door click shut and Esme flew downstairs with her super speed. Even though she knew we would be listening to them she called out her names to gather or rather huddle towards the door where she made a small talk about the rules. I must have zoned out a bit because Esme had finished the ruled. We all laughed as Emmett boomed 'yes mommy'. Every one said yes mom and I merely nodded.
I never thought of Esme as my own mother. Me and my own mother had a special bond we were more brother or sister. My mama was very young when she had me. She was 13 and she raised me all alone. I signed deeply "Edward I know you are reading my mind could you please stop?". He nodded back, thank you I thought back.
She told me about my pops reaction when she thought she was pregnant. It wasn't her fault she was raped. But it was all my fault that I had gotten her killed. I was 14 and she was 26. It was the only human memory that stung; I remember it clearly almost too clearly. It was 3 weeks from her birthday and 2 months from mine. We lived near the woods and she told me to go get some wood but I wanted to sneak out and go drinking with my friend Clarks from school.
"Jasper Anthony Whitlock are you listening"
"I am sorry I am not feeling to well I want to stay home and sleep."
As soon as she left I snuck out. Me and Clarks had 5 chugs of beer. I had to do some creeping around if mama found out she would have beaten the living shit out of me. She always told me I was her open book, I chuckled at that.
After I went home, I was so scared no I was terrified. I passed out as soon as I entered. When I woke up I saw mama was no where. Frightening as it was I checked if it was a joke or not by the end I searched the whole house. It was deserted. I called the sheriff my poor accuse of an Uncle Charlie Swan. He told me that my mothers clothes have been identified with blood stains on them a tree fell on her and probably an animal ate her overnight. In her will she had written that I go and live with my uncle Charlie. He used me as a slave and beat me every day. Until I ran out to become the major. I was interrupted in my train of thoughts by Alice. Lets just say we had a long night. When I 'woke up' I was dressed by Alice my love. We were ready to leave.