Summary: What if The Cullen's weren't Vampires. What if they were a normal family? How would they're lives be?
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or anything to do with it.
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"Yeah Suzie Hale now. I tried to get hold of you when we got married, but your parents said you'd gone away"
"Yeah…" Esme remembered. "We've got a lot of catching up to do"
"I'll stock us up with some coffee, no one really comes in here at this time in the morning" Suzie smiled glancing at the clock. "Just the early birds like Carlisle and Charlie"
"Hmmm, who'da thought little rebel Suzie owning a cute café, married and a mum to be" Esme said awe lacing her voice.
"I was the last to think it Ezy, but I guess, I guess I grew up" She smiled sweetly, he perfect face was framed by her blond locks that hung in messy but stylish ponytail. "So marrying a doctor?"
"Yeah im shocked too" Esme Laughed sipping her coffee.
"How'd you end up in my neck of the woods, literally" Suzie smiled. "What ever happened to you and Charlie Everson?"
Esme looked down then back up to Suzie, forgotten pain her eyes. "Well things turned bad just after the wedding. He started drinking, dropped Uni. He started hitting me Suz. And then I found out that I was…pregnant and I tried to find Carlisle. I felt so close to him but i didn't even know him, he had just talked to me once when I'd been at the hospital. But I had my baby, he died. And couldn't go on."
"Oh Esme…" Suzie whimpered. "You didn't…
She nodded. "Next thing I know, I wake up and he's sat next to my bed. Nurses said he hardly moved for four days, he'd stayed by my side for all that time. That's when I knew I'd never lose him again, second chances don't come round often, and I definitely wasn't going to lose him again. He came up here and bought a house for us. He's too good for me, he really is." Esme choked.
Suzie's grin stretched the length of her face. "I'm glad you're happy, Carlisle is such a loverly man, a real gentleman. He always had a smile on his face when he popped in those months when he was scouting the house. He speaks so highly of you. Head over heals in love. Hopeless romantic you got there Ez, that dream man you used to go on about meeting when we were in high school. I can see how much you love him too, like the photo in your purse."
Esme looked at her purse that lay open on the counter in front of her. A smallish photo of them snuggled close together on the beach from their holiday in Florida before they'd moved. Sat under a parasol in their swimming costumes. "What bout you Suz? When did you become the girl next door?" She nodded at the framed photo hanging on the wall of her and Joe leant against a truck Esme assumed was Joes.
They laughed. "I came here after I graduated looking to start over. Somewhere where no one knew my attitude and problems. Forks was the perfect place. I got a job at the bar, which at the time was Joe's dad, he left it to Joe before he passed away. We got close, one thing led to another and one night Joe got the whole bar involved, and proposed." She flashed her rings to Esme.
"He seems like a great guy" Esme beamed.
"He is. He's wonderful and so excited about being a dad" Suzie grinned. "We found a couple of gooduns Ez"
"We sure did" Esme raised her coffee cup. "To our husbands and our babies."
"And to Us" Suzie added raising hers too. "And keeping our figures"
They laughed.
"Hey suz?" Esme asked. "When i get married, Will you be my maid of honour?"
Suzie almost lept over the counter and pulled Esme into a tight embrace as tears formed in her eyes. "Of course i will!"
They carried on talking as the rain started to fall down upon the windows.
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Esme POV
A few months passed. Well more than a few, 6 months to be precise. The house was becoming a home. It was raining, like it did everyday, but it never bother the two of us, we always had something to do. I examined my bump in the mirror that lay hidden, well more covered, under my white dungaree overalls, in the mirror in mine and Carlisle's bedroom. He lay on the bed in a pair of tracksuit pants and a loose red shirt with a start trek vinyl badge printed on its chest; a medical journal lay draped over his head, a soft snore escaped from under its pages. I picked up my paint brush and headed to one of the 4 large bedrooms this house had, the bedroom that would belong to our baby. The room that lay between mine and Carlisle's completed bedroom and his completed office. I took the lemon paint pot from the kitchen into the room and placed it on the small coffee table Carlisle had moved in there when I worked late. I was proud of what I achieved, he never interfered, he wanted to, but he knew that this gave me the satisfaction he got from healing people. I popped open the tin with a screw driver and began painting over the walls I'd coated in white gloss, I tipped some of the paint into the tray and dipped the paint pad in before wiping it across the wall. And so it begins. I wasn't really taking notice of anything but swipe, dip, swipe, dip. I hadn't noticed that Carlisle had gone out. That I'd been painting for hours. In fact I only became aware of it when he appeared in the doorway, dressed in jeans and his coat, his keys and a white carrier bag in one hand and a large cardboard box resting under the other leant against his leg. It was getting dark. He stood grinning at me, his blond hair tussled.
"Wow" He said still grinning. "You've practically done the whole room love, it looks amazing."
"Well it's a little bit of sunshine for the baby, seeing as we live in the wettest place in the continental US" I teased. "You been out?"
"It's lovely. Yeah I have" He laughed, he lifted the white bag up. "Dinner, picked up some Chinese and…this is for you"
Carlisle pushed the large cardboard box towards me. I approached it wearily, bemused. I lay it on the floor as he left with dinner and grabbed the screw diver I'd used earlier and ran it along the tape that sealed the box. The lid popped open easily and I pushed it back and the pierced the bubble wrap, revealing what lay inside. I was shocked.
Carlisle POV
I stood in the kitchen placing our dinners in bowls and out of the plastic containers from once they came, along with the prawn crackers and the bowl of chips. I put them all on the long coffee table in the living room as Esme emerged a shocked smile spread across her face.
"You bought a brand new cot?" she beamed, placing her hands on her hips, trying to seem authorative and annoyed.
I chuckled and sat down to eat kicking me shoes off. "Don't you like it then?"
She smirked at me and lowered herself into the chair next to me as I put a spoon full of chicken fried rice in the prawn cracker and pushed it into my mouth.
"You knew I'd love it." She leant over and kissed my cheek. I did know. I also knew that I needed to have some input into refurbishing my child's room, even though I knew it was Esmes domain, she couldn't do it all by herself, no matter how much she protested. She balanced her bowl of chow mien on her swollen stomach and dug in, snacking on the chips every so often. I laughed.
"What?" she giggled wiping sauce from the corner of her mouth.
"Nothing" I smirked. I do love you"
We finished eating and I watched as Esme left to get changed. I tidied up the living room putting all the dirty dishes in the kitchen before retreating back to the living room to watch the TV. Esme joined me settling on watching Greys Anatomy, liking it for different reasons of course; as she snuggled up close to me.
"Buba's moving around." She smiled running her hand over her top taking Carlisle's hand and placing it over her bump.
Carlisle's face lit up like a light his mouth dropped in awe. "Lil' Kicker" he mused smoothing her stomach.
"We created this" she said softly keeping her eyes locked on her hand.
"We did" he grinned.
They sat and watched the TV. Carlisle flicked between channels and after a while Esmes shallow soft breathing indicated to him she'd fallen asleep so he quietly laid her down and covered her in the blanket that sit balanced on the back of the sofa. He moved out of the room turning the TV off and flicked the small lamp in the corner on, giving the room a soft luminosity. He moved through the house into his baby's room. Esme had finished painting the room in one day. The openness encouraged quick drying of the paint. He removed the white sheeting from the floor, folding it and chucking it into the hallway revealing the soft pale carpet. A room for a boy or a girl. Esme had made their house into a home. He looked at his watch. 8pm. He took the flat pack crib from its box and began putting it together, screwing it together quietly. He manoeuvred the crib to the wall and pushed the changing table back against the dry paint. He grabbed the mobile that lay balanced on the top of the changing table and secured it to the side of the crib. He smiled then left to the car grabbing the small child sized wardrobe he'd concealed in the trunk of Esmes Jeep when he'd gone out earlier and placed it in the room next to the changing table. He looked at his watch. 10.30pm. He laid on the carpet in the large room and closed his eyes. The next thing he knew Esme was knelt beside him running her hair through his hair.
"Carlisle…"
"hmmm" He moaned.
"Come to bed its past 1" She said taking his hand as they both got up and retreated to their room, flicking lights off as they went.
They climbed into bed, too tired to get changed and snuggled up in the coldness of the room, and just because they wanted to. Carlisle cupped Esmes, who lay with her back to him, stomach in his hands and rested his head on hers.
"Are you…off tomorrow?" she managed to string together.
"Uh huh" he replied half asleep before they both relaxed and fell into a deep slumber.
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