Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer is the rightful owner of Twilight.
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They've been trying for what seemed like forever with no news or even a sign that indicated that she was able to conceive. However, it's only been a month or so. So, they kept trying and trying in hopes of being able to conceive, but they knew not get their hopes up. It's not like she could pee on a stick or even draw some blood.
Esme sighed as she rolled over in her bed that she shared with Carlisle. The bright sun coming in through all the windows, as she pulled the covers over her head, in attempt to block out the intruding rays of sun. Carlisle was in the middle of showering, getting ready for the day. She heard him whistling to the tune of some Queen song she's heard over the years, and recently she heard Ava listening to on the vinyl records. She closed her eyes momentarily, still feeling the light hit her eyes just slightly.
She seemed to zone out, as her eyes felt heavy. So, when Carlisle walked out his hair still wet, clinging onto his forehead, he expected her to turn to face him. He disposed of his clothes in the hamper, running a towel to his head before going to her side. "Esme, dear?" He asked, as she still hadn't opened her eyes, maybe she was trying to be funny. He moved her slightly, but still nothing.
"Esme?" He asked, worry in his voice as he began to move her with a bit more vigor.
Soon, her eyes fluttered open slightly, showing him her bright golden eyes. "Yes?" She asked her voice hushed, blinking rapidly before reaching up to have him hug her, much like a child.
Carlisle hugged her anyway, running his hands through her hair, as he breathed in her scent. "Are you okay, honey?" He asked.
Esme nodded and pressed her lips to his jawline. "Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
Carlisle shook his head, as he got up to walk to the bathroom to comb his hair. "Turn the water on for me, please?" Esme called over as she began to undress herself tossing her clothes into the hamper, before sauntering into the bathroom as she heard the knobs turning and the water running. Steam slowly filling the bathroom, going into their room slightly.
"I need to get going, love." Carlisle whispered, putting away his hair wax and comb.
Esme peaked out of the shower, and they kissed before he walked out the door, coat in hand. Esme sighed and looked down to her body as she passed a loofah over her body. As she ran it over her breast, she furrowed her brows, her hair sticking to her back.
She sat her loofah down and ran her hands over her breasts, feeling them a bit tender and noticed that they were just a tad swollen. She shook her head and pushed that thought to the side and continued on with her shower.
Once out of the shower, she quickly dressed herself and tossed her hair into a ponytail as she walked down stairs to see Nessie lounging on the couch with her backpack on the floor next to her as she scrolled through her phone.
"Hi, Mama." Nessie muttered with a smile as she looked up from her phone.
Esme smiled at her and walked over to her granddaughter to kiss her head. "What are you doing here so early?"
Nessie sighed, placing her phone on her lap with a shrug. "I couldn't sleep, I guess. Plus, Ava said she'd give me a ride to school."
"Where is she now?"
"She said she was going to change and then we'd head out." Nessie answered swinging her legs to the side.
Esme nodded and headed to the kitchen. "Did you have breakfast yet, dear?"
"No, Mama Esme." Nessie chuckled as she walked over to the island and sat down as she watched her pull out fruits and milk from the fridge. Everything was done with swift movements, as she poured the berries and chopped up bananas into the blender, along with honey, some oats, and milk. "I tried getting smoothie bowls from other places, and they don't compare to the ones you make." Nessie smiled, as she leaned onto the island as Esme placed the bowl in front of her.
Esme laughed and sat down across from her, as she watched her granddaughter eat her smoothie, as she added more toppings. "That's because it's not made with love, Ness."
Nessie chuckled and shook her head, continuing on with her breakfast. The sound of Ava coming down the stairs, jingling her keys in hand with her sunglasses perched on the top her head. "Morning," Ava sang walking over to Esme to give her a kiss on her head. "Ready, Ness?" She asked.
Nessie nodded as she shoved another spoonful into her mouth, leaving a couple more spoonful's in there. "Ready." Nessie laughed and rushed over to her backpack.
"Alright, I'll see you later."
"Drive safe!" Esme called as she watched both girls walk out towards the garage.
Reaching over the countertop, she slid the bowl over towards her and moved around the pink smoothie in there, that still had hints of granola and chia seeds in them. There was something appealing and appetizing about the mush that was in there. Taking the tiniest amount of it on her spoon, she swallowed the pool of venom in her mouth, shocked that this was her form of her mouthwatering. Placing the bit in her mouth, she let it melt on her tongue and her eyes widened a bit at the fact that she found it quite good. Scooping up more, she ate the rest of what was in that bowl.
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Esme spent her day cleaning whatever she could, making lunch for Nessie stealing a couple nibbles here and there, as opposed to just sniffing it to see if it had the right amount of every ingredient. She spooned it onto a plate and walked over to her studio. As she spread out one of her forgotten blueprints over her drafting table, she sighed and stared at it. Over the course of her years, she has built numerous dream houses. Even the house on her island was a dream house, so now she was out of ideas.
As she sighed, she rolled up her previous blue print and placed it back to where the rest were and pulled out a blank one. As she sharpened her pencil, she heard the door opening to see her favorite blond enter her studio.
"Hello, Esme," he kissed the top of her head, looking down at the blank paper in front of her. "Working on a new, house?"
Esme smiled and reached for his tie, untying it before she slid it off of him. "I guess I am, but I'm not really sure at this point."
Carlisle hugged her from behind as he watched her tap her pencil on her desk. "You can probably add a bigger family room or perhaps a bigger room for Ava?" Carlisle suggested, murmuring as his lips were against his head.
"Perhaps, yes. We're definitely going to need two family rooms. I was thinking, maybe a sitting room and a game room where they could just hang out with their video games and whatever they want. Those consoles are an eyesore," Esme scoffed, a slight tease in her voice.
He ran a hand over her chest briefly as he was pulling his hands away, he caught as she winced slightly, as she felt her breasts feeling sore and tender. "Are you okay, love?"
"Yeah, I am." She quickly gave him a smile, trying her best to hide the slight pain she felt.
"Let's go hunt, I had quite a day today at the hospital. I need it." He sighed, pulling her up to her feet.
Esme smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Let's go. I need it, too."
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The sun was setting in between the trees, as they ran off to find something for dinner. It's not like Esme really needed it, seeing as she was satisfied with the little amounts of food that she was eating. Right now, there was no need for her to expel it from her body.
"Uh, you go ahead, darling," Esme stopped in her tracks, as she watched Carlisle crouch down and get into his zone.
Carlisle looked back and walked over to her in concern, now more so worried for her. First, it seemed like she was sleeping, then she winces when he runs his hand over her breast, and now she doesn't want to hunt. "Esme, you have to tell me what's going on," He pleaded, taking her hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Shaking her head, she sighed and brought his hands up to her lips. Pressing a gentle kiss on each of his knuckles. "I'm fine, darling," Esme whispered while he rolled his eyes slightly, "trust me, I'm fine. I just feel a little anxious, that's all."
"Are you sure, and anxious about what?"
"I'm not sure, but I can promise you that I'm fine." Esme reassured, as she gestured for him to continue with his fine. "Maybe I can share one of your deer's, or whatever you find."
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It continued like this for the next week or so, as they went on their hunts, while she cooked for Nessie and set aside a little bit for her as well. This particular morning however, she set aside a couple of strawberries while she was making Nessie's smoothie bowl this morning.
Popping a couple of them into her mouth before continued with her chores. There were times when she felt that her stomach was aching, but she brushed it off continuing with her dusting and mopping. Ava had left a couple hours ago to check out a couple book stores and record stores in New Haven and in Hartford, seeing as she really liked the record player that they had stored in the once spare room.
So, now she just sat down on the kitchen table, leaning her head on the cold marble counter. Again, she felt her stomach ache. She placed her hand on her stomach, hoping that it would go away just like much the other pains.
However, it didn't. She rushed to her room and pushed open her bathroom door and launched herself to the once unused toilet. There she was expelling whatever was in her system, and it made her feel awful.
Clutching at the porcelain seat, hearing the seat crack just a little bit underneath her hold. She heard the door creak open just a bit, and cold fingers brushing her face as she felt her hair being pulled back. As she continued to expel more of the berries and the blood that she had in her system, she felt soothing hands running up and down her back.
"I feel awful," Esme groaned as she rested cheek on the cold seat.
"It worked," her daughter cooed, hearing the joy in her voice.
Her hand went directly to her stomach, as an instinct. "It did?" She croaked out as she felt her throat raw from regurgitating everything that was in her stomach.
Ava nodded as she flushed the toilet and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "It did, you're eating food, and I swear you look clammy," Ava murmured helping her mother up to her feet. "Have you told Carlisle?"
Esme smiled weakly at Ava, as she shook her head. "No, I haven't. Perhaps, I should call him soon." She felt Ava leading her to her bed, and as she was laying her down, she tugged onto Ava's arm and smiled at her. "Cuddle with me until Carlisle gets home? You're cold and it feels good," she chuckled.
"Of course."
They both laid there, Ava running her finger's through Esme's hair, watching as it lulled her to sleep it seemed. Ava sighed, happy that it was her doing that her mother finally had something she's always wanted.
A baby.
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The door was pushed open a couple hours later, Esme's eyes were still closed as Carlisle walked in on Esme curled into a ball, while Ava was still running her fingers through her hair. "Hi." Ava whispered as looked up from her place.
"Is she okay?"
"She's fine, just a rough morning. I'll let you two be." Ava whispered, as she softly maneuvered herself away from Esme, gentle not to jostle her too much not to take her away from her slumber or her peaceful moment.
Carlisle took her spot, as he watched her lay there peacefully. He stroked a strand of hair away from her face, as she stirred a little bit. Her eyes fluttered open and smiled at her husband who was looking at her with loving eyes with a hint of concern. "Hi, daddy," her voice was a bit hoarse, as she was waking up from her nap.
Carlisle raised an eyebrow in amusement and intrigued. "Daddy?"
"Yes, my love. It worked. We're going to have a baby," she reached up to cup his cheek as she nodded excitedly.
His smile only widened as he saw how excited Esme was. "Darling, I'm going to be a dad?"
"You're going to be a dad."
"I love you, beautiful," he murmured as they hugged each other as they lay there. His hand went over to her tummy, his cold hand against her stomach. It felt amazing against her skin. "I'm going to be a dad to a beautiful baby."
Ava had come and checked on Esme a few moments after she announced her pregnancy to her husband. She went down to get her crackers from downstairs, after she found that she was still dry heaving.
"We need to tell the kids, my love," Carlisle cooed.
Esme shook her head, holding onto her stomach. "No, darling. Not yet."
"I have your des collations." Ava sighed, handing her the packet of crackers.
Carlisle had an amused look on his face as Esme laughed before placing a cracker on her tongue and slowly chewing on it. "Where did that come from?"
"Oh, I'm learning French. Everyone here knows like five languages; thought I'd learn how to speak French first." Ava shrugged and sat down by the bed as she took off the lid from the water bottle.
"That's good, hon." Esme cheered on, as she sat up on her bed. "How are the kids?"
"Your adults are fine. They were doing homework the last time I saw them." Ava corrected, in a teasing tone. "You're going to have a baby soon, worry about yourself for a while. You need to take care of yourself and the life that is going to be growing in you for the next couple of months, mom."
"You're right. I need to tell them." Esme swung her feet off the edge of the bed having Ava and Carlisle help her up slowly, so she wouldn't get dizzy and return to being best friends with the toilet. "I'm not nine months pregnant, I can still get up by my own." Esme rolled her eyes as both of them dropped their hands to their sides.
Esme lead the way down their stairs, with Carlisle behind her watching her every move, feeling more protective over his wife and mate. Ava was having fun watching the way he shadowed her every move down the halls and down their stairs, as if she might trip over a speck of dust and tumble down their three flights of stairs.
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Esme did her best to block her thoughts from her gifted son and tried to play with Alice's blind spots. She walked down the stairs as casual as she could, taking a seat on the empty love seat, as half of her kids were doing their work in the dining room table.
Ava sat down by her feet, as she grabbed a book from the coffee table, flipping through it, occasionally glancing up from her spot as she felt Esme fidget slightly in her seat. Trying to comfort her in the best of her ability, she held onto her ankle, something that her best friend from her human years used to do when she was nervous.
Carlisle stood behind Esme, his hands on her shoulders, softly massaging them. Leaning back into his touch, she closed her eyes partly because she thought she was going to puke again, but partly because it's what made her feel better. He always made her feel better.
"Are you okay?" Rosalie looked up from her tablet, her pen in her hand as she wrinkled her eyebrows, as Esme looked like she was about to pass out.
Esme nodded looking opening her eyes, suppressing her urge to heave right now on her floor. "I'm fine, Rose." It had caught all of her kids' attention, Ava's thumb rubbing circles on her ankles as she continued to read her book. It was one of Esme's book on the art during the Rococo years. "I have something to tell you something." Esme breathed out, looking up at Carlisle for confirmation as he nodded with a affirming look.
"You guys are swingers?" Emmett shouted out standing away from his seat, slamming shut his textbook.
Ava snorted with laughter, closing her book and tossing it back on the coffee table. "Oh, yes. They are swingers, they have a group in Hartford and New Haven that they run." Ava rolled her eyes, watching as the rest of her siblings suppress giggles and chuckles as they saw the confusion on Emmett's face. "No. They are not swingers."
"Thank you." Carlisle laughed, rubbing his hands up and down his wife's arms.
Esme cleared her throat, reaching up to hold Carlisle's hand trying to find the courage to tell her adoptive kids that she is carrying her miracle baby. "I am pregnant."
Here's the second part. I drank a couple of cans of coke, and now I regret it a bit.
Let me know what you guys thought, as I do still plan to write a chapter per month of pregnancy.
Also, will there be any complications?