Edward watched the woman in front of him carefully, guilt filling his chest. He had ignored her since she had first shown up in his home a few months before. At first, I thought it was because he was frustrated that Carlisle had brought someone else into their home without consulting him or that he was jealous because he had found someone to love and he had not. But I soon discovered the real reason, he was feeling conflicted. My son was a devout Christian and he would believe that I was watching over him. Little did he know how right he was, he was worried that if he let this woman into his life, he would be insulting my memory.
I smiled as I saw Esme glance at him from the corner of her eye, trying to let him decide for himself if he wanted to enter or not. She sighed at the contraption in front of her, trying to get it to play but it kept stopping and starting, only playing a few notes before the music ceased to fill the room again. I knew she wanted to dance with her newly found partner, she watched as Esme smiled to herself happily as she thought of Carlisle.
Edward need a Motherly influence in his life, he may look like a man but I knew inside he was still a child in many ways and needed the direction and love only a Mother could give. Esme was a caring woman and was still grieving for her lost baby. Elizabeth knew what Esme was thinking about when she went quiet and looked out into the distance, it must be hard to not be able to cry for your baby.
"Edward" I called to him, I knew he couldn't really hear me but sometimes it was like he could "Play for her, let her in" I knew how hard this would be for him, he often played for me when he was human "I'll always be your mother but that doesn't mean you can't be like a son to her" I looked back at Esme "She needs you" I acknowledged, watching as he entered the room hesitantly. Esme and I both looked on as he took his place at the piano, starting to play a piece I had never heard before. Esme called out softly to Carlisle to come downstairs. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon, playing and dancing and I thanked the heavens that Esme could be a part of his life.
Hours later, Esme watched as Edward wrote the notes of the song he had played earlier on a sheet of music paper, titling it simply 'Esme's song'. She hugged him then, holding him tightly to her chest and whispering a thank you. I choked with pride as he allowed himself to hug her back.
Even though I was watching over him, I was glad he had Esme and Carlisle protecting him as well. The three of us would keep him safe.