Oh my goodness! Thank you for the reviews, I mean I know I haven't gotten that many but in one day I think that's pretty fantastic! Also thank you for even reading the story, even if you aren't reviewing it, it means a lot to me! Okay, now I saw Breaking Dawn part 1 today and I thought it was amazing! So this is inspired by it; also it's inspired by just Carlisle and Esme's relationship in general. This takes place on their first honey moon (I'm assuming they have had several, they have to money/island to do it *wink wink* :]) Enjoy! (Also another chapter will be up tomorrow!)
Disclaimer: I do not own "Twilight" or its characters, Stephanie Meyer does
Esme's POV
Early 1900's
Chapter 2: Honeymoon
Carlisle gently carried Esme inside the hotel sized house. Once he set her down she finally came to the warm realization, they were actually married. A smile slowly spread across her face, what a wonderful feeling, to be married. She should've felt that feeling before when she was married during her human years but it was to someone she really didn't care about. She had loved Carlisle ever since she was a teenager and fixed her broken leg, and now, the man she could only hold onto in her fantasy's, was now deeply in love with her. They were together, as long as forever would last.
"You like it?" Carlisle asked breaking her from her thoughts. She brought her head back down from the clouds and actually saw the inside of the living room. It was big, beautiful, but expensive looking.
"Carlisle, it's perfect, magical even, but did you really have to buy a house, just for our honey moon?" Esme asked stunned at the mansion that she stood within.
"No, I didn't just buy you the house, Esme, this is your island, Isle Esme, it's my present to you," Carlisle corrected. Her face fell to dumbfounded but was bright and ecstatic a few moments later.
"Carlisle!" she cried, "You bought me and island? Oh my!"
Carlisle was laughing and he turned her to him bringing his warm lips to hers. Esme immediately shut up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She fell back into the daze, that this perfect man was hers. All hers, no one in the world could touch him the way she did. She giggled against his lips and he pulled back.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked playfully rubbed their noses together; that just made Esme giggle more,
"I guess I'm still in shock that you're my husband, and you bought me an isle land!"
"Anything for you my lovely." Carlisle whispered scooping her back up in his strong arms carrying her to the bedroom. Once in the oversized master bedroom Esme saw the bed and forgot all of the intentions people had when they had their honeymoon. Yes, she wanted to, very badly but the last time it happened she was being taken advantage of her abusive ex-husband. Also, he ended up getting her pregnant with her… Baby…
Esme uncontrollably started shaking in Carlisle's arms and he looked down at her. He read her face and quickly got her emotions.
"Esme, honey we don't have to, it's fine really, I just, we can do other things, like we could go for a swim, or go hiking or hunting-"Carlisle stuttered. Esme cut him off with a kiss.
"Carlisle, I want to, I really do. It's just the only memories I have of ever being… intimate with a person was with Charles and he wasn't exactly the kindest."
"Esme, I would never hurt you, I could never hurt you. I understand what you're getting at and I could just, desensitize you tonight, so you won't be so skittish." He suggested. Esme smiled but she couldn't help but let it fade.
"Well that's not all, it also is that, my baby, Charles got me pregnant and that was the last time I have ever 'done it'. I just think that everything with being intimate has bad memories for me."
"We could always adopt a baby, anything to keep you happy." Carlisle said. He had set her on the bed next to him his arm slung across her shoulders.
"I've got Edward and you, that's all I need right now." Esme smiled warmly. Leave it to Carlisle to make her smile, even with the worst memories burned in her mind. Carlisle smiled back at her and once again pressed his lips against hers. Esme leaned into the sweet tasting kiss. She needed to not think about Charles and all the cruel things her did to her, as well as what could've been with the baby that barely had a life. All that mattered was that she had a great life, her Carlisle. She would always have that, as long as they both shall live.
