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Esme POV:
I woke to the bed jostling and boys yelling. "Mama, school time!" Emmett yelled. "Carlisle" I whined and clung to him. He chuckled "wake up, love, it's morning." "Carlisle?" I jumped away from him in shock. Did last night actually happen? It couldn't have; it was too soon. "Emmett, Jasper, could you give me and Carlisle a moment please?" They look skeptical, but nodded and left. "Are they supposed to be that smart?" I asked Carlisle. "No," he replied "they're not, but I was so I guess it runs in the family." "Yeah," I sighed; now it was time for the big stuff.
Jasper POV:
"Hey, Jazz, do you think my mom is mad at your dad?" Emmett asked as we left my dad's room. "I don't know," I answered honestly "but I hope not." "Yeah, me too," Emmett said "you're my best friend." "You're my best friend too, Em," I agreed as I hugged him.
Carlisle POV:
I got nervous when Esme sent the boys out of the room. I knew she was just trying to lighten the mood by bringing up there intelligence. When she sighed I knew she was about to start. "Last night." She stated simply. "Yeah?" I encouraged her to continue. "It shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." "You're sorry? I should be the one that's sorry. I should've let you walk away when you tried," I protested. It was my fault for pressuring her. I felt like an ass as I tried to explain. "I didn't mean to make you feel you had too. I'm so sorry. I should've stopped, shouldn't've moved so fast." "You didn't. I wanted it too, but I shouldn't have," she ran her hands down the sides of my face before kissing me gently. "how about we take it slow from now on?" she smiled and I did too as I agreed. We got dressed quickly-we had showered together after our… fun?- and headed out to get the boys.
Esme POV:
After that night, Emmett and I moved in with Carlisle and Jasper. Not in to Carlisle's room, of course, but in the guest room across from Jasper. Carlisle and I had such intense sexual tension it was hard to go slow sometimes, but Carlisle always kept his cool and reminded me on our agreement. My interior decorating jobs picked up so I was busy a lot and was getting a lot of money, which Carlisle never let me spend because he insisted on buying everything.
He was currently doing his 'job' which still scared me a little, but he always reassured me that he could take care of himself, while the boys were at school. I was going over plans for the Santiago's house when I suddenly felt sick. I'm not sure how long I was in the bathroom throwing up, but after a while Carlisle walked in with panic written all over his face.
"Esme, dear, are you alright?" he came over and put his lips against my forehead for a long moment, "no fever. Did you eat something bad?" I shook my head; I couldn't speak as I felt tears slip slowly from my eyes. "Baby what's wrong?" he asked in more of a panic. "I'm so sorry, Carlisle." I whispered. I was so scared that I couldn't explain, or matter how many times he asked, why I was crying. I knew he would hate me. It was entirely my fault. I was panicked and overwhelmed. I couldn't handle it, so I did what I always swore I would never do. I ran away.
Right out of the bathroom, out the door, out of the building. I didn't want to stop running, but knew I had to. No matter how upset I was at it, I could never wish harm on the little thing growing inside of me, Carlisle's little baby. But how would I tell Carlisle that on that one night, almost three months ago, we made a baby? Would he believe me or would he think I cheated? Would he deny this baby?
Carlisle POV:
I stared blankly out the bathroom as I thought about what had just happened. She was throwing up and being moody. You didn't have to be a doctor to know what was going on. Maybe she didn't want it? Or maybe she did, just not with a guy as fucked up as me. I argued with myself for a long minute about going after. I sighed as I picked myself up and headed to the school to pick the boys up; Esme needed time and space to figure out what she wanted to do. I would do whatever she asked, except stay out of my child's life. Our child.
Esme, the woman I love, is pregnant with my baby.