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Prolouge:

Carlisle's POV

Dear Carlisle,

You may not remember me, but if you do, I would suspect that you are not so fond of our past encounter. It was a mistake, I recall you telling me that and I find myself agreeing. We were not in a conscious state when this unrighteous event occurred. And I also suspect that you have been having a hard time trying to remove all signs connected to this occurrence from your memory, I could have happily assured you that you have succeeded but that would be a big fat lie. The past will always haunt you unfortunately, and one way or another, it will find its way back to the presence.

I'm sorry having to inform you this but after our meaningless night together, I discovered something you might find to be very dreadful. And on this matter, I will have to disagree, because no matter how meaningless our encounter showed out to be, the end result couldn't at all be considered that. I love my son too much to ever regret him. I hope you will learn to accept and give him the much needed love I could not.

Look at this as more of wish from the mother of your child than a dying request from a regretted lover. My only wish is for my son to be happy, please do not leave it unfulfilled.

Sincerely,

Catherine McCarty

The scattered pieces of what used to be a letter were ruffling on the ground as the wind danced with them. I had never felt so disappointed in myself. At the time I had not imagined the consequences which could follow. I guess it's true when they say that all mistakes leave scars. The scars in my case cannot be healed or hidden. I have to live up to my responsibilities whether I like it or not. It had been my own choice, my own dishonourable decision. I cannot force the blunt of my burden onto a child.

I carefully lifted my eyes from the ground only to be met by a pair of curious hazels glittering in anticipation. The dark haired boy could not be older than ten and I did not have it in my heart to just abandon him, not now when he had finally found me.

There was not much left to consider after that. I tugged on his arm, pulling him close to me, and with that gesture my hesitation vanished, being replaced by hope. "Son," I whispered in a sad tone.

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Emmett's POV

I watched in fear as my father stepped out of the giant white house with two cases of luggage in both of his hands. His face was grim and I could almost sense the regret he was feeling. I knew this had something to do with my sudden appearance in his life.

"Carlisle!" A painful cry forced through the air. I looked up to see a dark auburn haired woman stepping outside in haste. She was holding something in her arm, leaning it into her shoulder to steady her balance.

"Carlisle!" She repeated, "How can you choose this- this disgraceful mistake over us!" It was strange to be called that, I almost felt angry but because of my better knowledge of the situation, I let the heating emotions fade away..

Carlisle gazed at her, sadness written as clearly as day on his tired features. He took a deep breathe and glanced over at me before answering in a whisper, "He is my son Esme," he paused briefly before continuing, "He has no one to take care of him. He needs me."

I felt overwhelmed now. As if I was deciding someone's fate even though it was out of my hands. Obviously being trapped in the body of a ten year old did not leave you with many privileges. I could not decide whether Carlisle should choose me or his family. This was a dilemma his wife had forced upon on him since she could not bear my existence.

Tears were running down her face as she shifted her position, making it finally possible for me to peek over her shoulder and view what was hidden beneath that huge mass of cotton collected in her arms. "What about me? What about our child!" A piercing cry was shot through the air as she exclaimed the latter part, "Do I not need you? And our son Edward, does he not need you?" She asked as sobs erupted from her throat.

Guilt was suddenly flowing through me as a tornado at the mention of his other son. I was not only taking a husband away from his wife but at the same time forcing a father to abandon his little infant. I was the devil's masterpiece brought to earth to cause misery and hurt.

"I'm sorry," Carlisle whispered before taking my hand in his and pulling me along. Away from this house, this time and place - away from everything he ever loved.

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