A.N – Hey guys, this is an outtake from chapter thirteen in Carlisle's point of view. I hope everyone enjoys this outtake. I've wanted to write a Carlisle point of view for a while now so I hope its ok. Enjoy xx

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The sun is warming my chest as I sip my coffee, I lean my head back, the newspaper long forgotten. Today is a rare day-off for me, work has been busier than normal since two of our doctors have taken maternity leave recently.

I miss spending time with Esme, just relaxing, not doing anything of importance. The house is quiet without the kids around, even after all these years I still come home expecting to hear Emmet and Alice arguing over who controls the T.V and Edward at the piano. I can't wait to have grandkids running around the house, laughing and having fun. If my own children would hurry up and give them to me, then the house would be full of kids' toys and childish giggles again.

"What are you thinking about sweetie?"

The soft voice of my wife brings me back to reality. I reach out and pull her onto my lap, my arms going around her waist; I gently place a kiss on her shoulder and sit back with her in my arms.

"I was thinking about how quiet our house is, how I can't wait to have some grandchildren running around. One of our kids just needs to hurry up and give us one." I feel her body shaking with her laughter.

"Oh sweetie, I think we will be getting one very soon. You have nothing to worry about." She places a kiss on my lips as she speaks.

"Oh you think so huh? And just who will be giving us our first grandchild honey? You seem awfully sure about it."

Esme wraps her arms around my neck, bringing our foreheads together.

"Hmm, I think it will be Edward and Bella. They love each other, it's rather obvious, you can tell just by watching how they act together. I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at Bella. They can be on opposite sides of the room and his eyes always search her out, making sure she's ok, that she's still there. I know Emmet and Rose love each other, and I think Alice and Jasper are very close to that, but I really think it will be Edward and Bella who have a baby soon."

My hands have slowly begun to stroke Esme's back under her shirt. Her skin is so soft. We have been together for all these years and she is still the most beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met.

I place a kiss on her collarbone before I reply.

"They do love each other, they might not know it yet, but they do. I know they have only been together for a small amount of time, but I believe they will be together forever. They are simply perfect for each other. They remind me of us actually."

Esme smiles and nods her agreement. I need to kiss her. I need my wife. She is so sexy and beautiful, I love her so much. My feelings for her have only gotten stronger over the years. She is still so, if not more sexy and stunning than when we first met.

I capture her soft lips with mine. She moans into the kiss as my hands begin to wander under her shirt. Her delicate fingers gently rake through my hair, tugging the ends as she goes. Her legs move to rest on either side of my thighs, her small body pressing down on mine.

"Mmm, Carlisle." Her small gasp causes my pants to tighten, and my lips leave a trail of kisses down her neck.

"I love you Esme. So much baby." I gently nibble on her ear as her hands work themselves under my t-shirt.

My hands explore every inch of her skin they can reach. My hands start pulling her shirt up past her stomach when we both hear a knock coming from the front door. My hands freeze and Esme tries to slow her breathing.

"Dammit. It's my day off, who could that be?" Throwing my head back and letting out a frustrated sigh, I wonder who the hell decided to interrupt me now.

"Sweetie, it's probably just one of the kids. I'll go see which one it is and you can try and calm down a bit." She winks as she climbs off of my lap to go inside. I gently smack her gorgeous ass as she passes.

As she is walking in the door I hear Edward's voice ask where we are. I sit back and try to forget about my beautiful wife and her amazing body. It's not an easy feat I can assure you, but the newspaper helps and by the time Edward is stepping out onto the patio I have managed to calm myself down.

I smile as Edward takes a seat across from me. "Son, what are you doing here? Aren't you meant to be working? Thanks for the beer" I take the offered beer, after all it is about 2pm.

"I took the afternoon off, I wasn't getting much done." He opens his beer; I can sense he wants to talk about something but is struggling with his words. I patiently wait until he's ready.

After some silence I decide to prompt him a bit. "Is everything ok son?"

He continues to look down at his hands and simply nods at my question.

"Are you sure? Is everything ok with Bella?" maybe they had a fight, everything seemed fine when they were here a couple of days ago.

"I . . . I think I love her." He struggles to get the words out, but as soon as he has, his shoulders drop and he slumps over slightly in his chair.

He loves her. I could tell he did, simply by watching them together, but to hear him say it, well I'm pretty damn proud of him. I try to keep the smile off my face as I answer.

"You think you love her?" he needs to realise that either his heart is telling him or his mind is. Maybe even his libido, not that he has ever been like that, but it's easy to misread your emotions when sex is involved.

"I know I do, it's just. Well isn't it too soon to feel like that? I mean we haven't even slept together yet and I love her. Isn't it too soon for this?" His words rush out in one big breath.

Wow. They haven't had sex yet. Not many people Edwards age would take their time with a relationship in that way. I guess Esme and I taught him well, ever the gentleman Edward is. Always has been.

I think about what I want to say, my son is asking me for some very serious advice and I don't want to push him one way or another. He needs to untimely make his own decision.

"Edward, only you know how you feel. I could sit here and tell you that it's too soon, but I would be a hypocrite. I asked your mother to marry me after only three months. It's not too soon if it is how you really feel. If you want me to be completely honest son, the fact that you haven't slept together yet shows that you aren't rushing things. If you were the kind of man who just wanted a quick fling or something, then you would have slept with her the first chance you had. You have never been someone who rushes anything son, even when choosing what college and what your major was going to be. You don't rush things Edward. If it feels right, then it usually is. It doesn't matter what others think, only what you think."

My words are sincere. I did ask Esme to marry me after only three months. Most of our friends and colleagues thought that we were crazy. After all this time they still can't believe that we are still happily married. I support my children no matter what, if Edward wanted to propose tomorrow, I would still support him. He is my son and I love him unconditionally.

"You think? I just don't want to scare her away or anything. What if she thinks it's too soon?" Edward looks so vulnerable; he looks like he did when he was a small boy afraid of the dark.

"She deserves to know how you feel. If you love her then you should tell her, when you're ready of course."

I allow my words to sink in as I sit back in my seat.

"Your right. If I love her I should just tell her, it shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks about it anyway." Edward stands and I pull him into a hug.

"Thank you dad. I really appreciate your advice."

"You're welcome son, that's what I'm here for anyway." It's the truth; it's one of the many roles a father has.

We wander back into the kitchen, and Esme is standing at the bench reading. Christ she is so sexy. I barely hear Edward say his goodbyes, as my mind is focusing on what Esme is wearing under her shorts and shirt.

"What was that about?" Esme wraps her arms around my neck and brings our bodies flush together. My arousal rests against her stomach. She raises her eyebrow, feeling my hardness press into her.

"Nothing too important, he just wanted some advice." I lean down and place kisses from her shoulder to her ear.

"Mmm, let me guess. He realised that he loves her." My mouth is busy licking and kissing Esme's neck so I just nod my head against her skin.

"I thought so. Mmm, you should stop th-" I don't let her finish speaking. My mouth moves hard against hers.

"Bedroom, now. Need you." My words are stilted and breathless. Her small hands pull the front of my shirt, my body follows her lead. We make our way up the stairs and into our room.

I shut the door and pull my wife onto our bed. We spend the rest of the afternoon and night tangled together naked and breathless, the house definitely wasn't quiet anymore.

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A.N – I hope everyone enjoyed a look into papa Cullen's mind. Hopefully the next chapter will be up very soon. Thank you for reading. xx