AN: HI MY FAVORITE REVIEWERSSSS. I kinda love how you're all on anon. It's comical (or I'm just easily entertained). Can we have a club?
Raye: Sarah and Charles is an interesting idea, very. Ed and Bella will come along in time, don't worry.
Guest-who-said-I-can't-wait-for-them-to-meet: Here you go!
Lexi: Thanks, and I agree!
The next day was Saturday, which meant that Charles had left for his fishing weekend. The rare times he did this was golden to me. It meant that the kids and I could go wherever we wanted without it was the bookstore – not that I had a lot of time to read, but we needed more bedtime stories.
I had just caught Jasper – he had ran after an old lady, aiming to steal her walking stick – when I turned back around, him squirming around in my arms, and saw that Rosalie had made a new friend. She was standing in front of the kids' books, the ones about cars, talking animatedly to a boy who looked about her age, if slightly bigger. He was cute, with dark curls and plump cheeks. Jasper had caught sight of them too, now squirming to get over there. I put him down and he ran over, to immediately get included into the conversation by his sister. I smiled at the three of them and looked up to see if the boy's parents were there as I approached them slowly.
Just behind them stood a blond man, holding a small dark-haired girl in his arms. I smiled at him. "Is he yours?"
He looked up at me with a smile, and I had to bite back a small gasp. He looked gorgeous. "Yes," he said with a proud note to his voice. "And those are yours, I suppose?" He nodded towards Rose and Jazz.
I nodded slightly, and he smiled. "How old are they?"
"Three," I said lovingly. "They're twins. Yours?"
"This one's two," he said, indicating the sleeping beauty in his arms. "And he's four. Terribly proud about it too."
I laughed. "Don't tell them, they're thrilled to finally be three."
He laughed too, and his eyes glittered beautifully, before he looked alarmingly startled. "Where are my manners?" He situated his daughter on his left arm as he stretched out the other one towards me. "I'm Carlisle Cullen, nice to meet you."
Carlisle. It fit him very well, though unusual. I met his hand with mine, surprised by the gentleness of it. Maybe I was just used to Charles' rough hands, though. "Esme Evenson, nice to meet you." How I wished I was still named Platt... though without Charles, I wouldn't have my babies. That was the only good he'd ever done, though.
He nodded slightly and let my hand go. I strangely missed it. I nodded towards my children. "And these two are Jasper and Rosalie."
He latched on. "And Jasper and Rosalie are talking to Emmett. This is Alice."
I smiled at the sweet girl. Alice. "It fits her."
He nodded again and looked down at our chattering children with an amused smile. "If we let them go on I doubt we will ever get to leave."
You won't be hearing any complaints from me, I thought darkly. Rather that than coming home to Charles. But I made myself laugh anyway. "Doubtlessly."
