Okay everyone this is the first of many Carlisle and Esme fan fictions! I think this is just going to be a bunch of one shots but some I might want to continue some of them if I think they are good or if you guys give it a good review :]. So, I will write a little thing like what am I am writing now to just update you guys and give you a little information on the one shot I'll be writing. This one shot is from Esme's point of view, and it's kind of a sad one, but it shows how they comfort each other like friends but they are deeply in love, deeper than the Cullen children see it to be. Also this is the only one being uploaded today because I am a procrastinator but one will be up tomorrow for sure. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own "Twilight" or the characters Stephanie Meyer does
Post "Breaking Dawn"
Chapter 1: Emotions
Esme sat in the window walled living room of the giant white mansion. Her sketch book sat on her lap a blank white page sitting before her. Once again she had drawers block. She had it ever since the Volturi almost killed her and her entire family. She was relieved but shaken up about it.
Esme gently picked up her pencil and sketched the only thing she could even think of; Carlisle. She carefully sketched the outline of his face when the door swung open hitting the wall. Carlisle came in and he was mad. Not mad, he was furious. This was the first time she had ever seen him like this.
"Carlisle are you al-"
"Esme I just need to be alone for a minute." And with that he was gone.
She knew it wasn't a big deal, probably just a bad day but that hurt her more then she had planned it to. She couldn't decide if it was the fact that he had never yelled at her before or that it might have been her fault. She quickly shook that out of her head and stood up. She had to fix, this.
Esme grabbed an unneeded coat (to look mortal) and left the house. She casually walked across the street and once behind a wall of trees she started to sprint. She followed his dying scent, she wondered where it went. Where could have he gone? She really didn't know he had a comfort place; he never talked about it. For a matter of fact he never really discussed his feelings. Yes, he would tell her if he was upset or happy but never had he told her his emotions in depth.
She soon found his white button up collared shirt he usually wore to the hospital. A few yards later there were his neatly ironed black pants and shiny expensive black shoes.
"Carlisle…?" Esme called suspicious of the inconspicuous scattering of his clothing. She walked a couple steps further and she saw a stream. She couldn't believe that she hadn't seen or heard it further back but her mind was so wrapped up in worry for why Carlisle was angry.
She saw his pale back facing her as he stared onward towards the mountain landscape.
"What are you doing in a stream?" Esme really wanted to sound sympathetic but it was such a weird question she couldn't manage but muffle a giggle. Carlisle looked over his shoulder at her and smiled, but it went away just as quickly.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated. Over and over again, the words I'm sorry rung in Esme's head.
"For what?" she asked. He looked shocked.
"Screaming at you,"
"I know it was an accident, you had a bad day,"
"How did you know that?" Carlisle questioned.
"I know you Carlisle, I know when you are feeling something why you are feeling that way but you never talk to me about it, so I'm always left to wonder if it's me your mad at." Esme's smiled slowly faded.
"I could never be mad at you," Carlisle said quickly and sternly.
"Well, when you have a bad day, why don't you just talk to me about it so I don't come to that conclusion."
"Because, it's hard for me to... Talk, about my emotions, I've been alive for so long, I am used to not talking about anything." Carlisle stated looking back at the mountains.
"But we have been married for a long time silly," Esme smiled gently. She heard Carlisle chuckled softly.
"We were performing surgery, and we lost him Esme, and it was my fault, I didn't do things fast enough I…" Carlisle chocked and put his face in his hands.
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, sometimes people can't be saved Carlisle," Esme said softly sitting at the shore of the stream putting her toes in the unusually cold water.
"I know, it's just, even though I have been in this line of work for so long losing someone never feels good." He sighed.
"So that made you want to stand in a stream, in your underwear?" Esme giggled trying to lighten the mood. Successfully, he laughed turning to her his face soft.
"The water relaxes me," he mumbled gazing at her with his gorgeous topaz eyes.
"I know what could relax you even more," she said playfully and she slid off her jacket. The smile on his face grew, and the night continued on, the mood light and relaxed.
