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I wish, I wish, with all my might.

How I wish that I owned Twilight!

But I don't... cries

A/N: I know, I had a LOT of bad bad grammer in the first chapter, but I wasn't thinking straight when I wrote it. It was the middle of the night, after all.. I forgot about spell check.

So anyway, this is Chapter 3! dances

I'm sorry to say that chapter 5 is the last chapter. (Of this story, at least.)

But there will be more stories.

Not just of Carlisle and Esme, but of Alice & Jasper, Emmett & Rose, and maybe even Renesme & Jacob, or Edward & Bella.

Here goes...

Carlisle and Esme- Sweeter than Sunshine Chapter 3. March 3, 1923

"Ok, Carlisle, wait juist a minute here! You've been here twelve hours straight every day for the past three months. You need a break," Dr. Stock exclaimed. He was taller than I was, as he stood there smoking. It would have looked intimidating to me if I weren't stronger than he was.

"I'm fine," I told him. "There's no reason to give me any sort of break."

Dr. Ferdinand sighed. "Carlisle, ever since your last break, you act like breaks are the living dead. Is there something wrong?"

"No, Ferdinand," I said, only half convincing because I shuddered at the moment I said it. "I'm fine," I muttered. Aside from the fact that I actually was the living dead and I was- though I hate to admit it- afraid that a break would pull me back to the coffee shop, I was ok. But I didn't want to take a break, not now. Not when I was still drawn to the place...

Dr. Stock sighed too. "Well, if you won't take a break, maybe you'll run and errand...?" his voice sounded hopefull.

"Of course, Stock," I said smilingly. I was glad to be slightly free. That was enough. A good compromise.

"Great! I need you to run over to the Coffee Shop. The owner, Patricia, has some hand-me-downs for my daughter, from her worker named Mrs. Lynnette. Did you know her husband mysteriously ran off to New Mexico? Everyone says it's because hiw wife was pregnant, but I talked to him on the phone while he was packing and he seemed sincerely scarred. Too scared for it to be about the baby..."

Ok. Nevermind. Just kidding. A bad compromise after all. Of all the errands I could go run, this was what I was being told to do. Go scare the heck out of beautiful, sweet, little Esme. Again.

"I can't do that," I said. I tried to make my voice sound forcefull, but I guess I must have sounded fearfull, because Dr. Ferdinand patted me on the back re-assuringly.

"Sure you can, and you can bring me a coffee while you're at it."

I sighed, wondering why I'd agreed to do this, and put on my hat and coat. Aparently, I would be getting some fresh air.

As soon as I stepped outside, I could smell the scents of human blood coming at me from all directions. It was a windy day, and a bunch of people were getting blown around as they walked. I started walking briskly towards the Coffee Shop, because as they say: Don't wait too long to swallow a frog. It would be best for me to get this over with.

I saw the Coffee Shop as soon as I turned around the corner. It looked cheerfully pleasant for a place to swallow a frog, but that didn't make me feel any better about it. When I opened the door, a gust of wind blew through and went straight to where Esme was standing. She sniffed the air in surprise, and I did too, hoping that it was just some smell the wind blew in. She looked straight at me, as if somehow she already knew it was me standing there, and her face lit up with a happiness I hadn't expected.

"Carlisle Cullen," she exclaimed, and once again she rushed from behind the counter to give me a hug. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

This time I was glad to find her stronger than she was last time I'd seen her. From the heartbeat of the child inside her, I could tell he or she wouldn't live that long. But Esme was doing better. There were no bruises, no cuts, and she was smiling a beautiful, happy smile.

"Can I get a coffee?" I asked, hugging her back... Again.

"Of course," she exclaimed happily, hurrying back to behind the counter.

"Can I ask you something, Esme?"

"Yes, of course."

"Why did you sniff the air when I opened the door?"

Esme blushed. "Your smell... It's wonderfully sweet. And I remember it so well... It's like sunshine, only sweeter."

"Oh," I said, confused.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did you come back?"

I looked at her, my sadness giving me away comepletely. She knew I hadn't planned on coming here, just like I hadn't planned the first time. "Dr. Stock sent me from the hospital to get the clothes you have for him. This'll have to be quick."

"Oh," Esme said frowning. "You can't stay?"

"No," I said sadly. "I would like to though."

"Hmm..." Esme mumbled something, then ran out of the room without warning. She came back with a cloth bag, which was filled to the brim with old clothes.

"Here you go, Carlisle," Esme said glumly. She pushed the bag towards me and finished making Ferdinand's coffee.

When she was done, she handed it to me with a sad smile. "Until we meet again, then, Carlisle Cullen?"

She patted her stomach affectionately.

I couldn't help but feel extremely sad and sorry for her. "Until we meet again," I agreed.

I returned home that night comepletely derailed. Edward tried to cheer me up, but he isn't exactly good at that.

"Think of it this way," he'd said. "As soon as the baby dies, she'll probably move away and be out of our lives forever."

That didn't make me feel better. I didn't want Esme to be sad, or move away. In fact, If I could have cried, maybe I would have. I kept thinking of her happy, glowing smile, how her beautifulface had looked so affectionately at her stomach. I remebered the way her face lit up with happiness and- if I dare say it- love when she saw me. How she had my scent memorized, how I had hers...

It seemed like forever, but I did realize it. I finally figured out why I was so drawn to the Coffee shop. I was in love with Esme Lynnette.

"Ugh," Edward exclaimed. "You don't just like her, then. You really love her, much much more than I thought, " he said, acting as if it was the end of the world.

"Not in that way," I exclaimed, though I knew he was right.

"Carlisle, you can't go see her again! Not even to deliver the baby. It's not good for you... I know you too well. Please please don't..."

I looked at Edward sadly. "I have too. I am the only one who has a chance of saving it, so I will do what I can. I just can't let him die. And I can't change him either."

Edward sighed sadly and left the room, grumbling about overly-sensitive vampires who needed help feeling less sensitive.

A/N: Hello all!

I am waiting for your comments.

And I don't like waiting... so you'd better not type too slow!

Anyway, My mom just yelled at me for reading too much Twilight. She said that if I read too many books, I'll never come up with my own ideas.

I told her I already had 6 story ideas of my own. I have a wide enough imagination to make up my own characters, and look through a baby's names book for their names.

It's annoying to have such cravings for reading and writing.

I just had the scariest day of my life today... I accidently called my older brother "Edward"
We were washing dishes and I had said "One dish lieft, Ed- er, Daniel. "
And then I left the room wondering if i'd gone crazy or not.

I AM about to write the next chapter. So get ready for something you've already heard- How Carlisle changed Esme.