A Motherly Moment

A/N: I was thinking about this whole Midnight Sun (and the fiasco that comes with it), and how it was in Edward's perspective, and how the last chapter of Eclipse was in Jacob's perspective (even though I'm so slow that I hadn't gotten up to that bit yet) and it got me thinking. What was Esme thinking and feeling when Edward first introduced Bella? Thus; 'A Motherly Moment was born'. Enjoy!

A Motherly Moment

I watched my son walk, with one hand clasped around Bella's, up the stairs to his room, and I couldn't refuse the smile that wanted to dance across my face and plant itself there permanently.

I was having a motherly moment. It's the only explanation. It was something that I'd never experienced before, and I was now enjoying the full fledge of it's euphoria as it coursed through my dry veins. Momentarily, I feared that it was just Jasper that was teasing my affection for Edward. Secretly, he had always been my favourite, but alas, no. Because as I glanced at Jasper, with a diverse look of ecstasy and then disappointment, he shook his head – he played no part in my sudden bliss.

It was a fluttering feeling that started off small, barely detectable, and then suddenly bloomed ferociously and passionately as I looked on at Edward's careful grin that he wore and his eyes that revealed all his hidden emotions.

I had never seen him this happy, lack for a better word. Though his carefully placed smile could be accessible to read at certain times, it was his ever-changing eyes that gave him away.

The ring of colour surrounding the iris was my guide to the mind of Edward Cullen – a mind that stayed hidden in all security.
I was sure that Bella knew that too, as she always seemed to be glancing into his eyes; as if she was gaining an answer to an unasked question that she was possibly too afraid to ask.

So when I glanced briefly into my son's eyes during the introduction of Bella Swan, the girl that would bring my son the happiness in his life that I'd so fervently sought for him, I finally experienced what I would call a motherly moment – one that I had dreamed of since the death of my first son, one that I would treasure for eternity.