The evenings were becoming darker as the winter storms drew nearer, leaving the sky dark grey in colour, the moon hiding behind them and not a star in sight. The air was bitter cold and the rain continued to hammer down, along with the sleet, leaving the Cullen's with a bleak storm every single night, and most of every day. This was the coldest, nastiest time of the year for vampires; it was the time of year where many of them died out, due to the lack of food, or the actions of other greedy creatures. The Cullen's always made due, they were very efficient and kept supplies in their freezers, candles and lamps in their cellar and always left food out to entice animals into their gardens. But they weren't the only intelligent ones, other Vampires had moved over from the south to hunt, draining every drop of blood from the animals in Forks.

The vicious nights sky was drawing over the doctor as he made his way down the driveway and up towards the house. His day had been long and exhausting, leaving him with a short temper, something he rarely had. He longed to be in the arms of his angel, to hold her and to kiss her, was that too much for him to ask after his long day at work?. Finally he made it to the front door, opening it before carefully slipping inside. The smell he was greeted with was far from unfamiliar to him, and it hit him like a ton of bricks every time he walked through the door; it was of course, Esme's scent. The handsome, blond doctor wasted no time in dropping his belongings at the door, and walking steadily up the stairs to find his soul mate.

"Esme?" he called out, his voice as sweet as sugar, and as smooth as silk as it danced across the air, hopefully reaching her ears.

He needn't call to her again, for he knew she'd have sensed his presence. Carlisle followed the beautiful, intoxicating scent through the hallways of the house, leading him to the room he knew she would have resided to anyway; their bedroom. He reached the door in a matter of moments, and stood inside the frame for a few seconds, just simply taking in her beauty. She hadn't noticed his arrival, so he stayed quiet, watching her as she read her book. Somehow Esme could make the simplest of things look so fascinating. Once he felt like he'd seen enough of her, and wanted to have her in his arms instead, he moved forwards into the room with a smile as graceful as ever spread across his lips.

"Hey there, beautiful" he whispered, his voice slicing the air as he made his way across the room. Moments later he was beside her, perched on the side of their bed, surrounded by an ocean of satin covers in every shade of blue.

"What are you reading?" he asked, intrigued.

"Sense and sensibility" she replied.

Carlisle began to make himself comfortable next to her, sliding onto the cushioned mattress and pulling the silk quilts she was harboring onto himself too. His arm arched around her neck and pulled her close, she could still read her book, but he liked to have her close, he was very protective like that and with a single kiss to her temple, he was content. Esme had been reading since the early hours of the morning and she would remain that way every day until her beloved returned home to her.

"How was your day?" her voice rang though his ears like a thousand bells aching to be heard.

Did he tell her that his day was long and exhausting, or just simply nod and lie.

"It was okay, thank you," nod and lie.

Esme simply smiled and placed a gentle kiss to her love's cheek, she could read him like a book, and knew there was something the matter, but she didn't want to ask, not when she had other things on her mind, and didn't want to bother him. Esme often found herself lost in the long hours of the day, wondering about her past life as a human. She had it all as a child; her life was perfect to the outside eye. What Esme craved most in her lonely hours, was a baby, a child of her own. She knew that it could never physically happen, and the thought of not being able to give Carlisle a baby, and to have one of her own was a heartbreaking one at the least.

"Well, that's good..." She began, forcing a smile. "My day has been uneventful; I've just been thinking a lot... about some things..." She bit her lip nervously and closed her book, placing it gently onto the side table.

Esme was never good at approaching her husband with things, he was the one that came to her about things, and he always had a way with words, so she pretty much gave in every time. Carlisle smiled halfheartedly at her and blinked with subtle curiosity. He was always eager to hear about her day, and what she'd been thinking, so it was finally nice to have her open up a little more to him, despite the fact that there were no secrets any way.

"Oh, really?" he started, his eyebrows knitting together ever so slightly.

"And what have you been thinking about, then?" he asked with a light chuckle. He really did love her thoughts and theories; they tended to be extremely entertaining, yet adorable.

"Well, it's nothing new, really, I ju-.." he instantly knew what she was going to say, and his heart dropped at the thought.

"Esme..." he breathed, but before he could continue, she had already stared into his eyes with so much hope and hurt mixed in together. Damn, that look killed him every time. He knew how much it would mean to her, but it simply couldn't happen, and he wasn't in any fit state to talk about it tonight.

"I'm sorry, but we can't talk about this now how abou-" he continued, but just like before; he was interrupted by the sudden cold spot next to him.

She had fled to the bathroom and had locked the door in a matter of seconds. Something in his gut was telling him it was going to be a very long night. Esme was never one to over dramatize things, she liked her life simple and didn't want to complicate it in any way, shape or form. Deep in her heart she knew that a baby was something both her and Carlisle wanted, but after trying to talk it over with her husband on many failed attempts, she was beginning to lose all hope in the matter. Before he could even finish his sentence she was gone, hidden in their bathroom, away from the rest of the world. She tried to contain herself and hold back the dry tears that were threatening to emerge from her eyes. She could hear her beloved making his way over to the door at an unusually slow pace, almost like he was doing it to torture her.

"Esme..." he breathed again, his voice as soft as ever.

God was he trying to kill her all over again. She didn't reply. She couldn't find the right words to say; so she simply slid down the cold wooden door, her head falling to her knees as she reached the ground.

"Please... my love, just come out of there..." he pleaded. She couldn't bare hearing his voice like that; so hurt and in need of love.

"I'm sorry," was the only thing she could bare to say, before her head fell again and she began to sob.