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Tea with the Professor

Chapter Two: A Walk in the Park

The sky was blue and the sun was bright, there was a slight chill in the air but still an immeasurable improvement from the cold dreary weather spring had offered thus far. It was a wonderful day for a serene walk in the park, and yet Esme was not allowed such tranquility.

Her blood pumped fire and her thoughts were cloudy with fine blond hair, intelligent steel grey eyes and warm bright smiles.

In her dreams his face haunted her. Taunted her. Her love for him was so strong but so young, she was afraid to call it anything other than infatuation, afraid of driving away such an exquisite fixation before she could begun to nurture it.

She knew that now, her feelings for him weren't just passionate temptations driving by unsuppressed need and lust; it was a burly obsession that fed her need and lust.

Professor Cullen may never notice her, but her heart was and would forever be in his possession. Such a funny way to give her heart, no earning or diligent gestures, no pronouncements of husband and wife before God and church, no proclamations of devotedness and tomorrows spent together and cherished.

It was her ultimate demise really, falling in love with a man that would never be hers and was never hers to begin with.

Such shame she now wore, to be added to the many women whom swooned in his presence, for they had always disturbed her greatly. She would now walk beside them as an equal and as a sister in everything named heartbreak.

"I dare say Charles is acting very chivalrous today." It was her mother's voiced that pushed her out of her crazed passions.

"Indeed he is." Esme smiled, looking to the young man who played along with a few children from the neighborhood. He laughed and ran, his black coattails billowing out behind him.

"He looks as if he'd enjoy children."

"It appears as if he does." Esme murmured back respectively. "Children," she whispered quietly to herself.

She'd always longed for children. She could see them now, with their small cotton clad feet and their rosy cherub faces. Oh what joy would be felt, for her to look upon the face of a beautiful, enchanting child and find her own eyes gazing back at her, her own smile grinning back at her?

She watched as Charles grabbed one particular boy, the runt out of the group, and placed him upon his shoulders and continued to run.

"It appears he does," she whispered once more but this time in wonder. Something inside of her clicked. She had been longing after a man who would never love her back, but not only at the cost of her heart but at the cost of her kids! The kids she had always longed to have since almost forever.

What a farfetched fancy she had caught. It was alright for her to love and desire a man that feelings for her fell short of subtle acknowledgements, though her heart begged to differ, but how could it every be alright to throw away her dreams, dreams she'd had ever since she were a very young girl.

What kind of person would she be if she threw her carefully planned life away for a few innocent smiles and unavoidable touches?

Oh God! What had she been thinking? She'd made a horrible mistake. In her sight there was a vacant bench, Esme sat down on it, none too delicately.

It couldn't be undone, she thought frantically. She'd already accepted his invitation and it couldn't be undone. She was, for lack of better words……stuck.

Her mother sat next to her, her hand already placed on Esme's arm. "My God darling! Are you feeling quite well?"

No of course not, she thought, as she clasped her trembling hands together and hid them from her mother's view. "Just a bit faint, Mother." Esme recovered, which was not particularly a lie. "It's the spring weather. Too much fresh air." She laughed breathlessly, wondering when the weir would break, containing her alarm.

Her mother's cool hand touched her cheek. "You are a little warm darling and you have been looking a little flushed all day. I wondered about that, but briefly wrote it off to the look of a woman in love."

Esme's cheeks grew warmer as a deeper blush became visible across her face, of course her mother being who she was caught onto her actions just as quickly as they sprung. She looked towards Charles and back towards Esme, a smile appeared upon her delicate face, and since Esme knew her mother a little too well, she could just read the hint of disapproval behind her happy façade.

"Should I assume an addition?" She whispered.

An addition, what on earth could she mean by an….oh! Esme's head shot and she shook it quite violently. "Of course not Mother. I am dedicated to holding onto the virtues bestowed upon me by yourself and father. I shall not bring shame upon my father's name."

Her mother smiled and gently patted her arm. "Of course you wouldn't my darling. I'm ashamed such a thing would ever happen upon my mind."

She turned back to Charles, who was now being viciously attacked by the young children as he laughed. "Charles darling." She called.

Charles impeded his mischievous frolics with the children and walked towards his future mother in-law and bride to be, a concerned frown already marring his features. "Is everything alright?"

Her mother sighed sadly. "I'm afraid Esme needs her rest. We will have to defer our walk for another day I'm afraid. Do you mind seeing her home?"

"I would be honored."


A/N: Anybody wanna Beta this story for me? PM me if so!

Another A/N: Okay you guys! I decided to split this chapter up because this part was finished anyway and since I am preparing for my finals I don't know when I'm going to get a chance to write the second half…..maybe this weekend but my birthday's Friday so I'm not sure.

In the second part we will get to see what Carlisle does in his spare time and his thoughts about Esme….and maybe a little Carlisle/Charles drama?

Teaser: Carlisle sat underneath the grand branches of a willow on campus. A book in his lap and his eyes trained on the red brick building that currently functioned as the girl's dormitory. His mind, as always, hadn't been working in his best interest when it brought him there to picnic with….. (who could it be? Gasp!)