I have previously written a story about how Esme had twins, and only knew about her son. I decided to revisit that story line and rewrite it. Hopefully you guys like it!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer is the rightful owner of Twilight.

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"Remember me with smiles and laughter,
for that is how I will remember you all.
If you can only remember me with tears,
then don't remember me at all."

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1939

It was the summer of 1939, and it was a hot night in Ohio. Her calves were burning from all the running she had done. Her skirt was ragged as she rolled and jumped to try to escape from her abuser. She has endured eighteen years of constant abuse and neglect. Now that she was able to do so, she made a run for freedom. However, he didn't seem it was right for her to leave the person who has "supported" her.

Slowing down to catch her breath she heard footsteps, and quickly tensed up. The footsteps got closer and closer and she heard a dark chuckle behind her. She held her breath and let it out in scream. She felt burning and fell to the floor in the dark alley. Why did she feel like she was going to burn?

Present Day

Its been eighty years since that fateful night. However, she has lost hope so many times that she just wanted to end it. Eighty years of searching for her mother, but it seemed as if she didn't want to be found. Every single clue she had found, it seemed to be a dead end; so, she had to start all over again.

Her hands slammed on the steering wheel of the rental car that she was driving. How much longer until she found her again? Sighing she unbuckled her seatbelt and slid lower in the seat as she watched the people come in and out of the hospital. Somehow, she has made her way to Connecticut. In every single state she had been to, for the past eighty years, she watched every hospital. Even for a single glimpse of her.

She's been sitting there for about an hour and a half, and she was beginning to lose hope. She straightened up and moved to turn on the engine. However, when she glanced up, she couldn't help but gasp. It was her.

It had to be her. Her caramel hair was pulled up in a high chic ponytail and had a coat over her skirt and blouse with a pair of the highest heels she could imagine. Her heart shaped face had a smile on her face as she existed the hospital doors and was followed by a tall blonde man who happened to be one of the most handsome man she has ever seen. She stared at them in awe, they had to be the most breathtaking couple. If her heart could beat again, it'd be racing. All hope was regained.

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Cullen Residence

The main house was relatively quiet when Esme and Carlisle pulled up in separate cars. Esme was about to open her car door when her car door opened to see her husband open it for her. She smiled and received his hand when he offered it to her.

"What a gentleman, Doctor Cullen." She said, staring at her husband lovingly. He kissed her forehead gently and pulled her close to him.

Carlisle chuckled and hugged her tightly swaying them back and forth. "Did you expect anything less?" he said in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow that he know she wouldn't see.

Esme kissed his jaw and shook her head. "Of course not, darling." She murmured against his jaw as she kept placing kisses in the same spot, slowly trailing down his throat, causing him to groan and shudder in pleasure. "Always a gentleman, since the first day I opened my eyes until now." She whispered, looking up to meet his eyes.

He sighed as he looked at her and smiled at his lovely wife. He was lucky to finder her again after ten years. He kissed her head and left his lips there as they held each other. They always cherished their time together, as they were just embracing each other. Almost a hundred years together, and they were just as in love as they were back all those years ago.

However, it also meant almost a hundred years without her baby. Almost a hundred years of mourning over the death of her child, and it always be that. Sometimes, she didn't feel the same pain. She felt as if he was still around in some way.

There was a rustling in the trees, and Carlisle tensed up but tightened his grip on his mate, his love. There was a new scent in the air, a scent that was similar to the one that intoxicates him, however it was different.

"A nomad?" Esme whispered against his chest, as he held her head there, in a form of defending her, and keeping her safe.

"I don't know." He said furrowing his eyebrows, as he heard the footsteps get closer. He listened intently as he heard them slow down when they got closer to the house. Once they reach the clearing, they stopped. "Come out, we mean no harm." He called out confidently, trying to hide his nerves.

There was a moment of silence, and Esme stirred in his arms, trying to break free to turn and look at the incomer, however Carlisle only tightened his hold on her without hurting her. There was a sigh that came from a female in the trees and then they heard branches move, and someone stepped out of the clearing.

For a moment, Carlisle held his breath as he saw the sight in front of him. It was a petite girl, a little taller than Alice, with caramel curls, much like Esme's. Her heart shaped face had big red eyes staring back at him. The resemblance was uncanny.

"Carlisle?" he heard his wife call for him, louder now as he knew she was growing impatient. He let go of his hold on her and let her turn around.

There was a gasp from both of them, and Esme reached for Carlisle's hand, reaching for support that she didn't know she needed.

The young girl stared at them but kept her distance. "Hello." She whispered after what felt like an eternity of silence. Her face contorted and it looked like she was about to cry at the sight of the strangers in front of them. Only, she knew that Esme was her mother.

Short I know, but it's only the first chapter and I feel really iffy about it. Let me know if I should continue or not, I'll have the second chapter up soon. I have my first story up, Innocence. Read that if you want but keep in mind, I am going to change her name.

Sorry if Carlisle seemed too much, but I wanted him to be the first one to see her. Don't fret however, I will continue to write my Nessie, Carlisle, and Esme stories while I write this one!

Anyway, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

I proofread once before posting, so I sincerely apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.