Hey guys, so I know it's been a while, but I recently started watching Twilight and reading the books and realized how much I loved Carlisle and Esme. So here I am hours before midnight writing this cute little two-shot. This is post Breaking Dawn.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Stephanie Meyer

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The snow was whirling all around the state of Washington. The garden in the back was covered in a blanket of snow in a matter of hours. Esme watched from inside how the snow fell on the ground as she stirred the pot of chicken broth on the stove. With Renesmee and Jacob around, she was able to utilize her once before untouched kitchen before. The light and rapid footsteps of her granddaughter were as quiet as she could make them. A big grin spread on her face as she approached her grandma.

As Esme added the vegetables to her pot, she heard her granddaughter approach her, a smirk on her face as she knew Renesmee wanted to secretly jump on her. Little arms wrapped around her neck. "Boo!" giggled Renesmee into Esme's ear.

"You scared me!" Esme gasped, feigning to be scared, her hand over her dead heart.

Renesmee laughed and hopped on the counter next to the stove and peered over the pot, her stomach grumbling a bit. "Mama, did I ever tell you that you make the best food?" Her big brown eyes looking up at her grandmother with a twinkle in her eyes. Granted, Esme's and Bella's food are the only food she's tried.

Esme smiled at her granddaughters' compliment and put the lid on the pot as she let the veggies boil. "What do you want, little miss?" she asked, with a skeptical look on her face as she brought her down and they walked over to the living room and pulled Renesmee onto her lap.

Biting her lip, Renesemee looked at Esme deep in the eyes and whispered in her ear, "Auntie Alice said that you'd go easier on me. So did Papa Carlisle."

Looking towards the staircase, she saw her beloved husband and daughter laughing at the matriarch of the family. Carlisle stepped out first, looking at his wife, who looked just as beautiful as the first day he laid eyes on her. Her caramel locks pulled back perfectly into a low bun with a few strands hanging loose.

There wasn't a day where she didn't take his breath away. Even when they argued over mundane things, he was still captivated by her beauty. "Are you clowns going to tell me what you guys are planning?" Esme said, pulling Carlisle out of his own tangent going on in his head.

"You've never called me a clown, my love. Do you believe it, Renesmee? Your Mama Esme called me a clown." Carlisle scoffed taking his granddaughter from his wife's lap.

As his wife got up from her seat to check on whatever was on the stove, his gaze followed her, the way her heels clacked on the floor, the ways her hips swayed. "You're a clown, Carlisle!" she called from the kitchen as she stirred the pot, and turning the heat off letting it cool down.

"Now, Esme. You won't believe he's a clown once you hear what we have planned for you two!" Alice squealed over her magazine, folding her legs underneath her.

"And what is it you have planned?" Esme asked as she raised an eyebrow, pouring a bowl of soup for her granddaughter. "Here, Nessie." She called for her, and Renesmee quickly got up from her seat as she sat by the island and shoveled some soup into her mouth, making an approving noise as the hot broth ran down her throat. Esme smiled with contentment and walked over to her husband.

Carlisle pulled his wife onto his lap and undid her bun so her hair can flow beautifully over her shoulders. "It's been a while since we've been on vacation, and lord knows we need it." He said, watching Alice leave the room to go to Renesmee, leaving them to talk.

"And where would we go, Dr. Cullen?" she whispered as she stared into his eyes, playing with her husband's collar, popping the first few buttons. Biting her lip, she ran her hands through his hair, his soft blonde hair. "Where would we go, my sweet, sweet clown?" she smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaning closer to her husband.

"To your Island, my love." Carlisle mumbled as he brushed a few strands of hair away from her neck, exposing the scar on her neck, as he gently brushed over it.

Esme's eyes fluttered shut for a moment as his touch tickled her neck. "We haven't been there for a while, what's the occasion?" she asked as she laid her head on her husband's shoulder as he tightened his hold on her.

It's been six months since their confrontation with the Volturi. While everyone had felt a huge lift from their shoulders, Esme and Carlisle have drifted apart. Esme had locked herself in her studio, surrounding herself with blueprints, paintings, and various sketches. They were planning on moving to Alaska in the next two months, and Esme had wanted to do renovations to their house they had up there. A new room? Or a guest house a couple of feet away?

While Esme was surrounding herself in her house planning, Carlisle had picked up an extra shift at the hospital, and when he wasn't there, he was in his study. The kids had noticed that their parents had become quite distant, they no longer fed together, nor did they even read in the same room together. So, they mustered up a plan – Majorly Alice – to bring their parents back together. Soon, Carlisle had been in on the plan to take his wife to her island.

"I want to spend time with my wife, love."

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It was they day of their trip, and they had spent the majority of the day feeding and spending time with their family before they left for a week and a half. They had just checked in their bags and were on their way to their boarding gate. To keep up with appearances, Esme had thrown on a thick coat over red knit sweater and leggings. Carlisle on the other hand threw on a jacket and a scarf over his clothes. Nonetheless, they turned heads wherever they went.

"They're eating you alive with their stares." Carlisle hissed, pulling his wife close to him.

Esme smirked and turned to where her husband was staring but noticed that there were plenty of women gawking at her husband. "Same goes to you, sir." Esme scoffed as she kissed his cheek and pulling him down with her as they sat down.

In front of them, there was a couple with a toddler playing on the floor in front of them, as the mom was reading a book, but occasionally looking up to check on her daughter. The dad was on his phone, clearly texting away on his phone and once in a while show his wife whatever was amusing and go back to his phone. The little girl had a couple of toys in front of her but clutched onto her Wonder Woman doll. Esme stared at her, with a sad smile on her face as she reminisced on her baby boy. Sad about the fact that she would never have a child, especially with the man whom she is spending the rest of her life with, literally.

Looking up from his book, Carlisle noticed his wife's stare and grabbed her hand. She looked at him and gave him a tight smile. "We Nessie, ma cherie." Carlisle whispered but she just shook her head.

"She's Edward's and Bella's, she's my granddaughter."

"You know how this pains me, darling."

Sighing and letting go of his hand, she got up and looked at him. "I know, honey." She kissed his forehead as she grabbed her bag, "I'll be back. Got to act human." She said low enough for only Carlisle to hear.

Making her way to the restroom, she stopped by one of the gift kiosks and grabbed a book and a water, for appearances. After her quick stop set her bag on the restroom sink. As she was putting her book and wallet into her bag, the toddler walked in with her mom.

"Momma!" the toddler whined, as the mom rushed to a bathroom stall, and quickly dropped her bags as she helped the toddler in.

"I know baby, I know." The sound of the toddler throwing up echoed in the restroom. Esme turned to the stall worried about the toddler. Should she call Carlisle? "You good, Mae?" the mom asked as the sound finally subsided and now only dry heaving could be heard.

"Mhm." The toddler sighed, as she tried to open the door.

"Good. Now you know not to eat too many strawberries. You know too much of anything makes your belly upset." Esme smiled as the mom said this. It only reminded her of her granddaughter. Nessie one too many times would indulge in her grandmas baked goods.

The stall door opened, and she saw the toddler running towards the sink, with her doll clutched close to her chest. The mother picked her up and rinsed her mouth off, while the toddler who Esme assumed was named Mae, was humming her happy little heart. Esme pretended to be touching up her hair, but she was so intrigued by this moment as her dead hear yearned for something like this.

"Hi!" a happy chirp pulled her out of her train of thoughts, looking to her right she saw the toddler staring at her with a smile. Esme smiled and wiggled her fingers to the toddler. "Hi" she whispered as the girl giggled.

The mom smiled at the two of them and collected the girl in her arms. "Sorry, she's very social." The mother laughed as she toddler was staring at Esme.

"Oh, don't worry. She's very beautiful." Esme said softly, and indeed she was. Her big brown eyes looked up at her, as her dark curly hair was pulled into two pigtails. "What's her name if you don't mind me asking?" Esme asked.

In that moment, the toddler dropped her Wonder Woman doll and tried reaching for it. Esme bent down and got it for her. "Thank you, pretty!" The little girl smiled as she hugged her doll close to her.

The mom thanked Esme and opened the door. "Her name is Luna, Luna Esme. I call her Mae sometimes, as my mother came to call her that, as she didn't like the name Luna." And with that, they were gone.

Esme left shortly after them and walked back to her husband. Smiling, she sat down next to him and pulled out her book. "I needed those human minutes." She sighed with contentment.

Carlisle wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her hair. "Why is that?"

"Just, made me not so sad about not having a child. I have you and my family. That's all I need." Esme smiled as she hugged him back and crossed her legs in front of her. "My family of clowns." She laughed and kissed her husband.

Carlisle tickled her side and grabbed her hand. "And you're the momma clown." As he looked over her, he noticed a man staring at his wife and shook his head. "The hottest momma clown there is." He whispered as he glared at the man.

They both sat there with contentment waiting for their plane to board.

Okay, so here is part one of the two-shot. I know it goes off for a while, but I did enjoy writing this. Hoped you guys enjoy this first chapter!

I proofread once before posting, so I sincerely apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.