Carlisle's Point of View
Chapter 1
I looked out the window to see that the snow storm had already started. Little white flakes were being thrown down to the ground from the sky. My colleagues had been talking about this storm since this morning. They kept arguing over how much snow was supposed to fall. I thought it was hilarious to see this; such smart talented people were acting like five years arguing about who got the answer right on a simple math question. Work thank god was not busy today; so I most of my time to myself. I sat in my office continuing my journal that had spanned over 300 years. It was more of a series actually. Every book I had been for a particular year. This was my 359 book. It was coming to end since the date was December 23.
December 23, 1992
Today was a slow day at the hospital, thank god. The snow storm everyone has been talking about started about five minutes ago. According to there is suppose to be 14 inches of snow by Christmas Eve. I hope everyone stays off the roads, I hate attending people who had been in car accidents it's so incredibly sad. Esme is in charge of Christmas this year. She has done so much with Alice to help get the new house in the 'Christmas spirit'. This new house of ours is incredibly nice. It was built in 1880 in Detroit, Michigan. The house is relatively big; it has 10 bedrooms which is more than enough for my family; 3 living rooms, and a finished basement. It is not secluded as my family would like but I think they are warming up to it. Alice has fallen in love with the Detroit mall. Jasper has been visiting all the historic places. Rosalie and Emmett have been enjoying the walks all around the city. Edward has been restoring a 200 year old piano. I have adjusted to the Detroit medical center, it is a wonderful place. I really am enjoying working here. Esme is the only one who does not have something to do. Everyone seems so busy doing things that no one has had time for her anymore. She has loved Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward as her own children, as have I, but I know Esme yearns for her own child. The kids are her children, hypnotically speaking of course, but she wants to raise a child from the start. She wants to hold her little child's hand when they are afraid of the dark. She wants to help them grow up. With the kids she can't do that. Although they look and still act like teenagers she cannot baby them the way she could baby a child of her own. I know she still has a crack in her heart from when her own baby died. I can give Esme everything, except a child. I know she'll never agree to go adopt but she wants a child so badly. It breaks me entirely to see her yearn for something so much. Esme is the love of my existence and I cannot make her happy.
Carlisle
It made me depressed to write down my true feeling in my journal. I hated admitting that I could not make my darling wife happy. I glanced over at the clock to see that my shift had ended 30 minutes ago. I felt guilty and left my office immediately. With Esme being alone like this I should be home on time if not earlier to comfort her. I walked outside into the snowy air when I heard something. I froze in my tracks and listened. I heard the sound again but I did not move from my place; I realized it was a baby's cry. I followed the sound until I came upon a tiny baby wrapped in white cloth.
The baby had a patch of curly brown hair on its head. Its cheeks were on the border line of chubby and not. Its eyes were blue and were covered by think lashes. This baby was undoubtly the most beautiful child I had ever seen. I picked it up in a rush and took off my coat. I wrapped it around the child trying desperately to shelter it from the cold. The child's hair and face was covered in snow flakes and a bluish tint was appearing on its cheeks. I was amazed this child was even alive.
I took the baby into my car and drove as fast as I could home. I had gotten the baby to stop crying after rocking it back and forth. I was completely stunned and confused. Who in god's name would abandon a child in the freezing cold? Why would anyone even abandon a baby anyways? Children were gifts from god! That person had no idea how lucky they were to have a child while my poor Esme couldn't! I was infuriated that this child's parents. If I ever saw them I don't think I could stop myself from ripping their heads off! About halfway through my inner monologue I made a decision; I would keep this child and give it everything it could ever want. Esme would get to be a mother and I, a real father. I looked down at the now sleeping beautiful child and whispered, "Sleep now, my child. Father will always protect you"