Hey guys! I'm so sorry I just kinda fell of the face of the Earth! But I was writing the first one shots during Thanks Giving Break so when school came around I was just thrown off and in another week its Christmas break so expect lots coming up! Okay this chapter takes place when Edward left to go "find himself," and it has a happy ending but sad beginning. So ENJOY! Also if you are reading this THANK YOU! It really means a lot to me :].

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters Stephanie Meyer does

Chapter 4: Messy

Esme's POV

Early 1900's

Esme sat by the window in their upper class ranch house. She stared out into the horizon, her face felt numb from all the sobbing she had been doing. Her Edward left. The only child she had been able to love with all her heart for more than a couple days had left her.

She had been a complete mess for the past two days, Carlisle has too. He wanted to be with her but he took extra shifts at the hospital to keep him busy, and that he couldn't stand to see her like this.

Esme leaned her head against the glass. The sun was setting marking the ending of another painful day. She loved the sun sets, they reminded her of Edward. Soft, gentle, but assertive showing its territory. Esme quickly shook that thought out of her head. Man she really was going crazy; comparing her son to a sunset. Or, her used to be son…

More sobs escaped her. She couldn't face the heart wrenching reality the closest thing to a family was ripped apart. Her mind was drawn back to her human life, where she really didn't have a loving family. Her husband beat her and when she finally felt whole leaving him and having her baby; it was gone before she could even see his beautiful eyes she imagined he had. Then it hit her, she was being selfish. She had a wonderful life now, the world's most beautiful house, the greatest husband in all of eternity and she had one of the most wonderful boys in the entire world.

The front door opened and Carlisle walked in. She looked over at him. His creamy pale face was stressed and hard, he had been working a lot, and with the family drama….

"Hello," Carlisle greeted taking off his hat and putting it on the coat rack by the door. Esme remembered in her human life, she used to day dream about Carlisle coming home like this every day, just the circumstances were a little better in her fantasies.

"Hello, darling." Esme said standing up from the window sill and straightening the invisible wrinkles on her baby pink dress. Carlisle smiled at her more cheerful attitude.

"You feeling better?" Carlisle questioned softly. Esme walked over into his arms,

"Well I was enlightened that crying and mourning isn't going to bring him back." Esme whispered into his chest continuing to relive her human fantasies.

"He'll come back," Carlisle mumbled into her hair.

"How do you know?" She murmured closing her paper thin eye lids.

"I know because, sometimes, life gets a little messy, and it seems that everything you have unravels into one big, tangled mess. This was what it was like when I heard you drove off that cliff; the girl of my fantasies was dead, or was probably going to die, and I felt like I would never be as close to peace as I was when I fantasized about you.

Edward was your baby, he loved you and you loved him but now that he's gone, your life feels unraveled, but everything works out in the end, I promise."

Esme was silent for many long seconds. Everything he said had such deep feelings and was so powerful she was shocked. It might of made it worse that everything he said was true. She never thought she would ever have a baby, and Edward came along, the closest thing to a child she had ever come in contact with

"That was deep," Esme giggled looking up as her dreamy husband. He chuckled with her and bent down giving her a peck on the lips.

Now Esme knew everything was going to be okay. All she needed to do was have hope and an open mind. With this, her tangled drama filled life would slowly but surely all come back to peace.