"Hey Esme! I bet you can't climb that tree over there!" cried the little 8 year old. Esme's eyes hardened playfully.
"I bet I can, Richard!" She shouted to her cousin. Esme looked at the immense oak tree. She walked towards it. She positioned her hands on the branch stubs, and began to climb up the branches.
'Boy, this is a hard one. Mama's going to be mad when she sees her sixteen year old coming home in a messy dress.' Esme thought while tackling a hard branch. She made it a good 10 feet on the air. She sat with her knees dangling, and then slid backwards to hang upside down.
"I told you I could!" she taunted. She tried to bring herself back up, when she flipped backwards and landed in a pile in the ground. A horrific pain flashed from her leg. She sat up and looked at her left leg. It was on a lopsided angle and covered in blood. Esme began to cry loudly. Richard stood in shock.
"Go get my parents, you idiot!" Esme shouted Richard. Richard ran towards the house. In less than five minutes, Mr. Platt was out in the meadow with Richard. Mr. Platt scooped up his injured daughter and carried her to the family Model T. He called for his wife and son. The family rushed outside. Mrs. Platt gasped.
"Esme, honey, what happened?" Her mother questioned.
"I fell." Esme winced out. Her father started up the automobile. The family rushed of to the local hospital. Esme's father carried her into the hospital, where a young doctor met them.
"Sir, what happened to her?" the doctor asked.
"She fell out of a tree. I think her leg is broken."
"Come, follow me." He said. Her father followed him to a large ward.
"I'll take it from here. You can wait in the foyer. Thank you for taking her so swiftly." He said. Mr. Platt transferred Esme to the doctor's arms. Esme winced. The doctor took her to an empty bed.
"You really did some serious damage to your leg here."
"Of course I did." She said. She looked at his strange amber eyes. He was good looking, for a doctor who was working in a hospital in Ohio.
"I'm Esme, by the way, Esme Platt," she said.
" I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen." He said.
I lied awake, thinking about the day that I've never forgotten for 10 years. The way that Dr. Cullen treated me, like I was his own or something. And those eyes, I've never seen amber eyes. I sighed and looked at my expanding body. The baby would be here any day now. I wanted to see this little child more than anything. I wanted him to grow up and become a caring man, something like Dr. Cullen, but nothing like his father. Charles Evenson was one of the worst men I've ever met. I only married him because my mother approved of him, not because he loved me or treated me fairly. I was quite relieved to find that he'd been drafted into the Great War. But then he came back…alive. So once I found out I was pregnant, I left to come live with my brother, Stefen and his wife, Claire. They seemed to be the only ones who cared.
Sudden pressure on my stomach kicked me out of my train of thought.
He's here! I thought. My baby is here!
"Stefen! Claire! He's coming!" I shouted from my bedroom. Claire came bursting in from the hallway, with Stefen hot on her heels.
"Stefen, wake up Sarah, get the automobile ready!" Claire shouted with clear annoyance. Claire guided me down the stairs and out to the waiting automobile. We drove off to the nearest hospital. When we arrived, a nurse led me into a small operating room. She assisted me onto the bed. Claire forced herself into the room.
"Esme, dear, I'll stay with you until he's out, okay?" she said in a soothing tone.
" Thank you, Claire," I said, my voice breaking. Just after I said that, the pain hit me. I started to scream and yell. Claire kept trying to calm me down a little bit. Claire then harassed a nurse to get a doctor. The nurse ran out in fear. She came back with a middle-aged man.
"Ms. Platt, I'm Dr. O'Leary. Don't you worry, we'll get him out in no time. The first thing we need is to clear the room of unwanted people." He said. Claire shot him a nasty glare.
"Lady, please leave this room and let her husband in.," he snarled.
"She doesn't have a husband. He died. I'm the only one she has!" Claire retorted. The doctor nodded and let Claire stay.
" Miss, I need you to relax and let us try to do our best to…"
"How can I relax? Get him out now!" I shouted in his face. Another pang of pain washed over me. I screamed as loud as I could. A new hoard of doctors rushed into the room. They muttered words around me. Then one young doctor told me it was time and told me to start pushing. I obeyed him. I used all my might for the first one. They told me to do it again. Claire squeezed my hand. I heaved hard and pushed again. I was now covered in sweat. I repeated the motion again and again, until the pressure in my hips stopped, and a strained little cry filled the room.
"Ms. Platt, you are now the mother of a beautiful baby boy." A young mid-wife said gracefully. My eyes began to tear. A baby boy! I thought. They wrapped him up in a soft cotton blanket and handed him to me. I looked at the little child, and 3 words poured from my mouth.
"Benjamin William Platt." I choked out. Claire smiled. Everyone was swarming me, asking me questions I was too tried to answer. I was about to tell them to go away, when someone interrupted me.
"Everyone, please leave her be, let her rest!" the man shouted over the commotion in the room. The cloud of people left, and Carlisle Cullen was left standing in the room. I was in awe. He winked at me.
"I'll leave you to bond with your son." He said, and walked out the door.
