Twilight is not mine. and im a writer not and editor. so yes there may be some grammatical errors R&R

When I first saw her I knew she was the one for me

When I first saw her I knew she was the one for me. Her eyes, her hair, and smell were delectable. I passed her one day while I was taking a walk. She looked upset and if I had a heart it would have went out to her. Her face was tear stained and splotches of red decorated her face. I followed her. She went through the woods and then we both came upon a cliff. I saw her weeping and holding her stomach asking "Why"? Upwards to the heavens. I ached to go and clutch the beautiful maiden and to tell her everything was going to be alright but I didn't want her to be frightened of me. After all, I did follow her to the woods. I took my eyes off her and looked around my surroundings. When I focused back in on her she was in the process of throwing her self off the cliff. Even my vampire speed couldn't help her. I rushed to the edge of the cliff to see her crumbled body hitting the shore. I worked on instinct and ran down to help her.

Carlisle? My angel called. What are you thinking about?

Just of you. I said a smile playing on my lips.

Just then we both heard our adopted kids come in our grand house laughing and talking excitedly.

Bella is a riot Edward! Emmett yelled. I had to admit to myself Bella was extremely funny.

I wondered what she did this time.

Even though she was nothing much to look at, my son loved her and therefore she was acceptable in my eyes too.

Of course Rosalie was way more stunning but Edward just didn't take on to her the way he took on to that pasty child Bella.

Esme noticed my distance and planted light kisses on my cheek.

Thanks honey I needed that.

And I need something too. She suggested.

Guessing what she was meaning I told her we could "sleep" in a hotel tonight. She took my offer and told me she was going to go shopping to get me something nice.

Until tonight my love she whispered.

I loved Esme with my whole being.

And i loved to be her tool when she made love to me.