Author's Note: Esme is one of my favorite characters in the series, and I think she's a little overlooked. The background that you need to understand the story is on the Twilight Lexicon under Personal Correspondence 1 or under Esme's biography. I'll explain the rest at the end.
The boys were all out hunting, and Carlisle was finishing some paperwork, so Alice, Rosalie, and Bella were renting a movie. I was alone for a while. I turned on the TV, hoping a vampire movie would be airing. It's interesting to see the humans' perception of us. My favorite is Interview with the Vampire.
There wasn't anything except for some reruns. "Alice, Rosalie," I whispered. "I'm going for a walk. If you see anything of importance, Alice, come find me." I chose a hat and went at a human's pace towards the woods near the reservation. I love the woods there, even the parts that are forbidden to us.
The rain came down harder, and I heard the most distinct, wonderful sound in the world.
"Mommy, look! That lady has a hat just like mine!" The child giggled again. She couldn't have been any older than six. And we were wearing the same hat.
"Now, Lola. Let's let Mrs. Cullen go on her walk. I'm sorry, ma'am." Her mother smiled at me.
"It's okay. I love children." I bent down and addressed the child, Lola. "It's nice that we have the same hat. Do you want to trade?"
Lola squealed over her mother's protests. I gave her my hat and took hers. Then I smiled and said, "Well, I'm probably wanted at home now. Goodbye, Lola. It was nice to meet you."
Lola and her mother continued down the trail, Lola in her too-big hat. I watched her until she disappeared. I slowly trudged home, thinking of my sweet baby boy. My children were at home now, but they were all grown and not mine. I wouldn't want anything else if I could have my family and a child of my own. I opened the door and hung the hat up. In the living room, I found the whole family seated in a mock theater, Interview with the Vampire's menu on the TV.
"I'm sorry, Esme," was all Alice said. Suddenly my entire family was hugging me.
"I'll act like a baby for a week if you want me to." Emmett offered.
"Harold is happy for you, Esme. I know he is." Bella whispered.
That night I smiled at Harry, in his rightful place in heaven.
Author's Note: In case it wasn't clear enough, Harold, or Harry, is her dead son. I couldn't find his name anywhere, so I gave him one based on the popular names of his time period. If there are any other questions, please leave a review and I will PM you with the answer (if I have one). I would appreciate your input on anything else as well, so tell me what you thought with a review.