A/N: I don't know if I really like this one, but I'm posting it anyways. I do want to continue it though. High school is hectic so I want to do an update every week, but I don't know how possible it is. Reviews help!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own a life sized Carlisle cut out:)
Esme POV
Monday morning… The harshest day of the week. The sound of my alarm blared and woke me up from my amazing dream. I dreamt about him again. Carlisle Cullen. Last week I ran into him for the first time in a coffee shop. We both walked into each other and spilled coffee down our clothes. He claimed it was his fault, but it really wasn't. He apologized and bought me a coffee. That was when we first started talking. I decided to leave my whole life story in the dark, because really, if he knew, he'd never want to even look at me.
I have two children, twins actually. Japer and Rosalie and they are sixteen, well almost seventeen. I have been asked if Rose and Jasper were my siblings many times. Well, for everyone's information, they are indeed my children. Yes, I was eighteen when I had my children. Many people judge me for it, but I don't really care. I give my children all the love, care and attention that any other parent would no matter what age. Now, this does not mean that I was trying to get pregnant when I was eighteen. I had my life all planned out for me. I was only a freshman at University of Washington. I was studying art there, while my boyfriend at the time was studying Journalism.
I thought I would be with the kid's father Charles forever, but I soon learned I wasn't. Charles and I first started dating when we were seventeen. We both grew up in New Hampshire, only a few towns away from each other. I knew him through mutual friends, and we instantly had a connection. He always seemed like the perfect gentleman to me. I met him when I was sixteen, but he didn't want to ask me out until we got to know each other better. I fell head over heels in love with him.
In November of my freshman year, I discovered that I was pregnant. I felt scared and alone. I went to Charles that night and told him. He took me into his arms while I cried. He kept repeating that everything was going to be alright. I believed him. That night we vowed to never love anyone but each other. That night he proposed.
He dipped into his savings and got me a pretty nice engagement ring. Sure, the ring wasn't as nice as any other engagement ring, but we were still young and college is expensive. I loved that ring at the time. I thought nothing in the world would ever make me sad, but then came the bomb; telling our parents.
We went home for Thanksgiving, we went to his house from 3 o'clock to 6 o'clock, and then we went to my house for the rest of the time. It was great seeing my family, although I was nervous to see their reaction. They all had mixed feelings, but in the end both of our family's said that they would help support us. When we told them about the engagement, they were happy to see that we were going to be mature about all of it.
The babies arrived March 16th, a month premature. Although they were small, they were in good health. I wanted to finish my freshman year in college, but having twins, it was nearly impossible. I nearly failed to do my work, but in the end I succeeded. In those months of trying to get my work done, Charles was starting to get colder and colder towards me and the babies. We started to fight more and more, and I was starting to get miserable. There was times when I thought Charles didn't love the twins at all. Then, one night a week before school was out for the summer, Charles came home absolutely wasted with some random girl. I tried not to think the worst of it, but in reality I should have. Charles slept in our bed that night, Tiffany, the girl who Charles brought home, slept on the couch, and I stayed in the twins' room, in the rocking chair, hoping that Charles wouldn't wake up until he was completely sober. I remember crying that night. I could not have Charles be around our kids.
The next morning, he woke up with a headache and guilt. He apologized to me telling me that Tiffany followed him back to the apartment and that she and he were just friends. I believed him when he told me that he would never get drunk again. I took him back, even though I knew in my gut that maybe I shouldn't. But I loved him and that was all that mattered.
That night, he came home drunk again, with some older thirty-year-old married woman who was here on a business trip. Charles tried to hide the fact that he was picking up random women, but he couldn't. Maria, the woman that he just picked up, bought him beer. He was starting to get aggressive drunk and Maria passed out in our bed. He started to yell, making the twins cry. In response to their crying, Charles yelled at them calling them worthless accidents. That made my blood boil. You can insult me all you want, but when you go on to insult my children, that's when I get mad. I waited for Charles to pass out and then I took the twins and left in the middle of the night. I drove around for hours trying to think of a place to go. I could go to my parents, but I couldn't face my family right now. I could go to my best friends, but I really didn't want to face them either. I found a cheap motel, and decided to just stay there for the night.
I haven't really seen Charles much after that. My brothers picked up the cribs and Jasper and Rosalie's things all over at the apartment. I had harassing phone calls from Charles for almost six months until he finally gave up. I wasn't going back to him. I talk to his family pretty often still. I don't blame his family for Charles actions at all. If they want to see their grandchildren, then they can. I used to send Charles e-mail updates on how the kids and I are doing, but he told me to stop. He hated seeing how life was without him. All I know about Charles is that he's the same man he's always been. I didn't care to ever see him again. Although he used to be a nice man, his true nature came out when he was nineteen, and had twins.
I stared at the picture of Rose and Jasper that was professionally done. I smiled, even though I was just thinking about my past. Part of me was grateful that I had met Charles. He gave me my children. No matter what, I will always love Charles, for he was my first love.
"Mom?" I heard Rosalie ask. She was standing in the doorway staring at me with a look of confuse on her face. "You okay?"
I realize that I was just sitting on my bed staring into space. "Oh, yes Darling, I'm fine."
"Okay…" She said before walking off. I heard her footsteps echo in the hall. I sighed and finally got out of bed to get ready and go to work.
After taking a quick warm shower, getting dressed and doing my hair and light make-up, I walked down stairs into the kitchen for breakfast. Jasper was eating his normal oatmeal while Rose was eating her normal dry toast.
"Good morning!" I said cheerfully.
"Morning." Jasper said in a tired, grumpy voice.
I smiled at my half-asleep son. "Cheer up, you have your first baseball game on Wednesday. You must be pretty excited for that."
"Yeah, I guess… But there's gonna be a new coach, and we've been practicing for a month with Coach Mayings."
"Oh it won't be that bad Jasper." Rose assured him.
"You're just saying that because your Softball coach thinks you're the best!" Jasper scoffed.
"I know, she says that she's never seen a junior so good before! She said if I keep improving I could get a scholarship!"
"Well, Rose that's great!" I was proud of my children in their sports.
I went to pour my coffee when the phone rang. Rose stood up and took the phone of the receiver. She said hello, then screamed.
"Mari, are you serious? They want us?" Rose practically yelled into the phone.
Jasper and I looked at Rose who was now dancing and smiling. "No, of course we'll do it!"
"Does this mean…?" Jasper asked.
"Yeah I think means that Rose got the modeling gig!" I said.
"Thank you so much Mari, I totally love you!" Rosalie said before handing up. Jasper and I looked at Rose in anticipation. "That was Mari and she wants Jasper and I to do a brother sister photo shoot for Adidas! How awesome is that Jasper!"
"Wait what? I thought that was Mari calling for the Hollister modeling gig." Jasper said.
"No, she doesn't know about that one yet. I might be too pale, and they would probably want a Cali native for that one. But anyways, Adidas saw us posing for the Newton's sport store, and they want us for Adidas catalogue, and maybe even for a billboard!" Rose nearly yelled.
"Listen, Rose, I don't know, I mean I'm not really into modeling or anything…"
"Please?" Rose pouted.
"Okay, fine I'll do it, but only because you begged!"
It was always a funny thing. Rose seriously always had Jasper in the palm of her hand. They were best friends, and all Rose had to do was pout, and bam, Jasper would do anything. I taught her the whole pouting thing. I used to use it on my older brothers. It worked like a charm if you ask me.
"You are the best brother ever!" Rose shrieked, running over to her brother giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I can't believe that they want us!"
"I can, you guys are the best looking juniors I know!" It was the truth, my children are absolutely beautiful.
They both smiled at me. "Look at the time! We're gonna be late!" Jasper pointed out. Rose nodded and the two of them grabbed their backpacks and jackets, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and literally ran out the door.
"Don't speed!" I called after them, but I doubt they heard me. They both were in such a rush. I heard Jasper's car roar to life and Rosalie blasting the radio.
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