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3rd person pov.

"They seem to get along well," Charlie said, looking at Carlisle. He was glad to see Bella interacting with someone. She was a loner, in no mean way he meant that. She liked to be alone. She was clever for 7 and didn't seem to really like the people at her school.

"Yes, I'm glad. I'm a little worried about Edward. He doesn't really speak with anyone outside of the family. He's so shy." Carlisle replied. He was indeed worried about Edward. He only really spent time with Emmett, who was 3 years older than him and not really in the phase where being a big brother was cool. He looked out for Edward, if he needed to, but it's not like how it used to be. They used to be joined at the hip. Edward still hangs on his every word, the only thing different now is that Emmett knows it and uses it to her advantage. He isn't so innocent any more, not like he used ot be.

"Bella is the same. She doesn't relate to people her age."

"How old is she?" Carlisle asked.

"Seven."

"Edward is nine."

"That's not to much of a difference. Maybe this will help. Maybe this will start a connection with kids there own ages."

"Hopefully," Carlisle smiled, sipping his coffee. He glanced at the clock, thinking about the old times, with Emmett and Edward being close and him not having to worry about his son so much. He loved his kids, and he wanted to be with them without worry. He liked the carefree Edward that used to be, not the one that thinks all inside himself and doesn't share with anyone what is going on in his young little head.

"Esme, what do you think of the kids?" Renee asked, pouring some diet coke into a glass and then putting some water in another glass. "Don't you think they are so cute?"

"They are adorable," Esme replied. She, like Carlisle, was glad to see Edward talking to someone. She hoped they could be friends, maybe best friends. Edward would always have someone then. If Bella was anything like Renee, Esme knew it would be true. Renee, even though they had only known each other a short while, struck Esme as a free spirit but a fiercely loyal one. She would clearly do anything for her family. She loved them with all her heart.

"Esme, would you like anything else?"

"No thank you,"

"Are you sure? If you want anything else. Help yourself."

"Thanks. It's a very nice home you have here." Esme said, looking at the décor. It was clearly professionally designed. It was beautiful and perfectly matched. Esme new this because she was a designed herself. She loved her work, even though it came second to family. She would drop anything if her boys needed her.

"Thanks. It was one of my phases," Renee giggled, sipping her coke.

"Phases?"

"I wanted to be a designer for a little while. I tried this out. Loved it, but lost interest when I realised that I would need to set up my own business to get into it. I don't have any qualification or anything. No one would hire me."

"I would. It's beautiful. It really is the work of a true professional. I'm a designer too."

"Really, I would love to see your home. I bet it's impeccable."

"I try," Esme laughed. "Do you have a job right now?" She asked a little out of the blew after a few minutes of silence.

"No," Charlie earns enough to support us. I stopped working when we had Bella, but I just never got back into it. I always wanted to. I wanted to have something to do while Bella is at school but I can't find somewhere flexible enough."

"Would you consider working with me?"

"What do you do?"

"I own a interior design business. You can work for home, have as many or as little hours as you wish. It's flexible. I can't let talent like yours go to waste."

"Esme, are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"You don't even know me?"

"I think I know enough." She smiled and they arranged the details as to what each person wanted from the job.

"They'll grow up soon, and we will have missed it and be shocked when they tell us they are madly in love and running off to Vegas to get married." Carlisle joked, as he watched Edward help Bella up off the floor.

"Oh, God. Don't say that. She's my baby. She has to say that way," Charlie laughed.

"She'll grow up someday."

"Some day very very very far away," Charlie groaned, hoping that he would never have to deal with his baby girl getting her heart broken. He was a cop, he knew how to harm and not get caught. No one would break his baby girls heart, no way no how. "At least I know I would be able to trust Edward. Raised by a woman such as your beautiful wife."

"Flattery will get you everywhere Charlie," Esme laughed, walking in to the room with Renee. "We have news" she almost squealed.

"Go ahead," Carlisle said, pushing for the news.

"Renee is going to work for me. She my new designer."

"Wow," Charlie breathed. "That's amazing. You get to do what you want."

"I know. And the kids won't have a choice but to be together all the time. They'll both have a friend, if only one."

"Carlisle thinks they are going to run off the Vegas,"

"Carlisle," Esme gasped, playfully hitting him on the arm. "My baby boy would never run off and get married without his mum."

"Don't be so sure," Charlie laughed and they all watch the two people that would become to mean the world to each other. She's be his friend, lover and his entire world, as he would be for her. They would be want the other need. They'll make it through thick and thin, and prove there daddies right, they would be in Vegas at some point, wouldn't they?

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