This Boy Needs A Mother
Carlisle was out on his shift for the hospital. Edward was in his room listening to faint melodies of various instruments. I had just decided to decorate Carlisle's and mine's room. As I walked down the hallway I appreciated the fact that the glowing red color in my eyes were turning into a shade of amber, and that my thirst was becoming tolerable. I no longer needed to hunt once every two days. It was easier to be near humans, although I still kept my distance. I walked by Edward's room to see him lying on his bed, eyes closed. Taking in the music around. Then something struck me. I noticed how his shirt was slightly wrinkled and stained from his hunt. How his bronze hair was ruffled around his face. The slight crease in his eyebrows showed that he was still struggling with things of the past. His eyes, although closed, shouted 'reckless' at me. As a cover, Edward is my younger brother, but I realized something else.
This boy needs a mother.
A chuckle escaped his lips breaking his serene image.
"Maybe I do." He slightly shrugged. I jumped a little, still getting used to the fact that he can read minds. "You could be my mother if you'd like, Esme." He continued, his eyes still closed. "Carlisle has been like a father to me for so long." Edward mused. "I wouldn't be surprised if you'd act like a mother towards me. I had never thought I'd see a vampire as kind or compassionate as Carlisle, yet here you are. Sometimes I think it's a gift as special as mine." He was sitting up and looking me now. I don't think he realized how much that means to me.
"Oh, I think I do." He was a bit smug answering my thoughts again.
"Thank you," I breathed not knowing what to say.
"Shouldn't I be the one thanking you Esme?" he chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. How did he get off with not having a mom around? I don't care about vampire ages. He was frozen at seventeen and no matter how much he would fight it that is the truth.
"I guess you always were a mother Esme." He smiled hearing my mind again.
Stay out of my thoughts. I mock-scolded.
"Mother knows best." He grinned. And with that I chuckled and walk away. Edward would always be my son.