Carlisle and Esme embark on a private vacation. What would cause Carlisle to loose his entire polite and logical demeanor and give in to his baser primitive nature of kill or be killed? This is six years after Breaking Dawn.
I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Also I am not S. M. I wish I were.
Chapter 1 Summer Plans
Esme POV
School is out in a week and I am planning some major renovations. I figure we would repaint some walls and redo some colors and trim. I would even consider new furniture for the living room. As I sat meticulously planning, I heard my kids making plans of their own, the little sneaks.
"Mom is planning an all out redecoration collaboration as a summer project again," Edward was warning Alice and Emmett.
"As long as I get to knock down some wall, I'm cool," Emmett supplied.
"Sorry Bro, this is more like painting trim and hanging curtains," Edward laughed.
"Alice, what do you see?" asked Edward.
"I see Jasper and I traveling for two weeks to see some new friends we are going to make," she snickered. The little pixie was planning an escape.
"Ahhh, I see your point and Bella and I will be taking Nessie…"
"Renesmee!" Bella interrupted. She still refused to use the nickname Jacob gave their daughter.
"We will be taking Renessmee on a family historical vacation. Some educational sights might help improve her mind," he continued despite Bella's interruption.
"Daddy, can Jake come too?" Nessie asked.
"That kind of defeats the purpose of getting you away now doesn't it?" Edward answered her back.
"MOM!" Nessie screamed for Bella.
It would seem my plan was working. Everyone was planning their own little get away. Not that Carlisle and I did not love spending time with the kids, but once every 80 years or so, it was good to get away to ourselves.
Carlisle spoke up then. "I think a short separation for everyone is a good idea. We can explore other aspects of our own individual relationships while we are apart, thus making us even stronger when we all return."
"Oh Dad, come on! I really don't need to see details," whined Edward.
"It's my head son so look somewhere else when I am admiring my beautiful wife," Carlisle smiled.
I would be blushing if I could. Carlisle still had that effect on me.
"You know you really shouldn't torture our baby boy like that," I teased.
"Mom, I am a grown man now. I'm married with a child," Edward reminded me.
"Still my baby boy though," I quipped playfully.
"Technically, if I have to remind everyone, I am the oldest next to Carlisle you know," he countered.
"Purely semantics," I smiled.
"Okay, do I need to say it?" asked Jasper. "Cause technically I am older than everyone except Dad."
"I meant...Never mind, I know a lost cause in arguments when I see one," Edward griped.
We all laughed. It was a running joke in the family, teasing Alice and Edward about their ages. No one was a under any misconceptions as to how valuable they were to our family. We all knew their importance and we were a family.
I smiled and continued my renovation plans in case those two were still listening. The idea Carlisle and I came up with is that if we planned the renovations; it would throw the kids off when we made our get away. The problem was our son Edward could read minds and our daughter Alice could see the future. Subsequently, that made it very difficult to keep any secrets in our house.
My husband could be a very resourceful strategist. I'll bet he would have been an excellent military leader if he had had the opportunity. I laughed in spite of myself. My sweet Carlisle abhorred violence. It was a moot point to even think about anyway. The man doesn't have a violent bone in his body.
-Two weeks later-
"This is very lovely," I said as we arrived to the little cottage that would be our home away from home.
It was nestled near the edge of a forest and I could see the hints of a small body of water through the trees. I stood there looking over the little cottage my husband had secured for our vacation. We would be spending a month in lovely, picturesque Stewton which is located just outside of Louth. The medical convention will take place about 11 miles outside of Keddington at Thaxted Hall.
It was so intriguing to me because it had once been a windmill in the 18th century but was now restored into a beautiful hotel that caters to all types of occasions and conferences. We were basically on the outskirts of town near an isolated farming community separated from the hotel and the other medical conventioneers. There were no neighbors for miles around.
"There is no phone, no internet and only 3 TV stations and a DVD player. We are basically in the dark ages for the next month," Carlisle announced pleased with the privacy he had secured for us.
"Why Dr. Cullen, whatever will we do with nothing to keep us busy?" I innocently inquired, fixing him with a look that could melt the frozen tundra. He did not miss it; nor did I miss his response.
"Well, Mrs. Cullen," he purred as he stalked toward me, "I have been intending to take a look and see if I can do anything about that neck problem of yours."
"What is wrong with my neck, doctor?" I asked as I shifted into a defensive crouch ready to pounce.
"Oh, it needs my immediate attention. Come here woman," he playfully growled as he lunged toward me suddenly.
I took off. I flew through the cottage and out the back door with Carlisle in pursuit. I was laughing and he was determined. We headed into the forest behind us and I gracefully leaped over a very picturesque pond. Hmm, might have to come back and paint that later. Somehow in midair, that determined husband of mine wrapped his arms around me and we both fell on the other side of the pond laughing in a passionate embrace. Although it was difficult for me to get hurt with my vampire body, Carlisle still treated me with care.
"Now that you've caught me, what are you going to do with me doctor?" I asked suggestively.
"Everything on my list," he answered nipping my earlobe.
"Oh, you have a list do you?" I purred.
"Um hm, and as one of the foremost authorities of vampire afflictions, I afraid you have an acute case of a severe malady that must be immediately tended to my dear," Carlisle answered me seriously as he kissed his way down my cheek.
"That's a very thorough diagnosis," I gasped as he captured my scar, his favorite spot to kiss. "What does it all mean?"
Carlisle whispered in my ear, "You seriously have your poor husband filled with an uncontrollable pool of desire and if we don't get back to the cottage, he may be forced to relieve that tension right here on the forest floor."
"Ummm, and this is a problem because…?" I purred.
He shook his head and gently pulled me to my feet. "I have so much planned for us. And as tempting as that sounds my dear, we need to get ready for this evening."
"What's on the agenda for today?" I asked as we ran back to the cottage.
Carlisle had not shared the itinerary for the convention with me because he was better at blocking his thoughts from Edward. So I had no idea which events took place on what day. We had been to a number of these things before so I had an idea of what to bring and I think Carlisle enjoyed springing the surprises.
"Tonight, my beauty is the cocktail hour at Thaxted Hall. It is time to dress up; tuxedo for the doctor and a lovely little cocktail dress for his wife."
"Well with all this running around," I said, "we'd better hit the showers and get ready. How long do we have?"
"A car will be sent in three hours to pick us up," he replied as he lifted his brow suggestively. "Just enough time to take a couple of showers."