"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" The nurse asked, not looking up from her clipboard.

"No, I'm here to see Dr. Carlisle Cullen." Esme explained, leaning against the counter. The nurse looked up at the sound of the melodic voice. Her pale blue eyes greeted shimmering light gold ones. She smiled, scribbling a last note on her clipboard.

"You must be Mrs. Cullen. We've heard a lot about you." The nurse grinned, putting down her pen. "Unfortunately, Dr. Cullen doesn't get off for another twenty minutes. I'm afraid you'll have to wait. I'm sorry, no exceptions." The nurse apologized politely. Esme nodded, taking a seat in one of the not so comfortable armchairs.

For a couple of minutes, she read some of the magazines, or sketched some architectural designs. It wasn't long until she got bored. The bell on the entrance door rang, and in came a young couple. The woman held a baby, who was sleeping soundly, and the only thing the man carried was a worried expression.

The sleeping baby instantly gave Esme an unsettling feeling. The fact that she was alone gave her an unsettling feeling as well. When she was alone, she was left with her thoughts, and if she was left with her thoughts, they usually traveled back to her old life. This baby though had reminded her of her son, and gave her the most unsettling feeling she had ever felt.

"Excuse me, nurse?" Esme asked, getting up from her seat. The nurse looked up at her expectantly. "What floor are the babies on?" She asked nervously, biting her bottom lip. The nurse smiled sympathetically; she had heard that Esme was not able to have children of her own, that's why she had adopted.

"Third floor." The nurse replied, pointing to an elevator. Esme thanked her, and made her way upstairs. Once on the third floor, she followed the signs, and soon was looking through a large glass window at an array of babies. On one side were the boys; on the other were the girls.

Each one instantly became special to her. They each had something different and unique about them. One had lighter eyes than another, another had chubbier hands, some had hair. Her eyes began to tear up soon, and she scolded herself for even thinking of going to see the babies. For a couple of minutes, she just stared at them, and touched her own stomach. Across the room, she could see another couple look at her sadly, feeling sorry for her.

She shook it off.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist after a couple of moments, pulling her closer. "Why do you do this to yourself?" He asked, kissing the top of her head. She shrugged, gripping onto his hands. "Someone's been leaving you alone with your thoughts again." He chuckled, hugging her.

"Mmm, tell that to my husband, that works more than fifteen hours a day." She teased, leaning into him. "But…they're cute." She mused, overlooking the tiny bodies. He murmured in agreement.

"I'm sorry, love." He apologized, petting her stomach. She didn't say anything; just turned in his arms and hugged him close to her. Soon, he could feel her lightly begin to dry sob into his chest. He sighed, rubbing her back and kissing her head. "Shh…I'm sorry…" He cooed, whispering in her ear.

"I want one…" She whimpered, feeling silly. She knew that she couldn't have one, so why should she be crying over it?

"I'm sorry…" He apologized again. He gently kissed her, wiping her cheeks with his thumb. "Come on, let's go home." He insisted, taking her hand in his. She let him lead her out of the hospital, not saying a word.

On the ride home, he said nothing. He just held her hand, rubbing it gently with his own fingers. And it was all she needed to feel better.