Esme couldn't keep Edward away from her any longer and knew it would potentially hurt the relationship he had with Bella if he thought she wasn't desiring him. She'd come up with every excuse in the book and couldn't take the pained look in his eyes. She wanted to be honest with him but didn't know if he'd go for the truth.

"Edward..." she started, shaking her head. "I need to talk to you about something but you need to keep an open mind. Okay?" Esme still had the covers pulled up to her chin.

He stared at her nervously and managed a laugh, "You're not having some kind of affair with Jacob are you?"

"What?" she asked, "No. No..."

Her immediate response seemed to ease his mind as she could see that he actually contemplated the possibility.

"What is it then?" Edward asked her. He sat shirtless next to her.

Esme looked down, "Like I said, keep an open mind. Okay?"

"Okay."

She nearly bit her bottom lip. "Bella and I switched bodies... or minds. It's something with Friday the 13th."

"What?" he asked, "What do you mean Bella and I? You're Bella."

"No," she shook her head, "I'm not. I look like Bella, but as of midnight," she spun around and glanced at the clock, "Bella and I switched. It's me, Esme."

Edward looked at her for a moment before he burst out laughing.

"I'll prove it," she continued, "Ask me anything. Anything from out past. I'm not kidding. Why would I joke around about this? Why do you think I've been trying to avoid this situation all night? Bella wouldn't do that. She's crazy about you."

He looked at her in disbelief, but didn't fully believe what she was saying. He shook his head again and looked around the room with a smile. When he glanced back at Esme, who looked like Bella on the surface, he noted her timid posture and how she completely covered herself with the sheet. Edward knew there was no reason for Bella to do that.

"This is some kind of joke."

"No, it's not," Esme said, "Edward, you have to believe me. Something weird happened because of the Friday the 13th date. It happened once before a few months ago. It was on Friday the 13th. Bella even told me that she said you couldn't read my mind for an entire day remember? That's because it was Bella in my body."

He laughed again and looked down. He looked like he couldn't believe anything that she was saying, but couldn't deny that the circumstances were off. Why would Bella be saying these things?

"Edward," Esme went on, "Look at me. There are things I've told you that I know you haven't shared with anyone in detail." She didn't want to go down the road she was about to, but did just to prove a point, "I was married to Charles Evenson as a human."

Edward returned his stare to meet hers. He knew Bella would never say something like that just to keep a joke going. "How-"

"It's me Edward. It's Esme, not Bella. Bella is trapped in my body right now in Paris. I'm suppose to be on my romantic getaway with Carlisle. Call him right now. Call him, I can prove I was just there. We could see the Eiffel Tower from our hotel room. It was raining when we just got back."

"This is kind of crazy," Edward said, staring into her eyes. He looked at his phone.

"Call him," she insisted.

Edward had begun to believe her and did as she asked. He reached over her with caution and called Carlisle's phone. Just before he guessed it would go to voicemail, his father picked up.

"Hello." He cleared his throat and his voice sounded almost hoarse.

"Carlisle?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Edward looked at Esme, "Can, uh, can you see the Eiffel Tower from your bedroom?"

"Is that Edward?" Esme's voice could be heard in the background, but her tone was off. He got chills down his spine as he thought she sounded somewhat like Bella.

"Yes," Carlisle answered.

"Was that to me or, or Esme?" he asked.

"What?" Carlisle asked, then changed his response, "Oh, to Esme. But yes, we can. Why?"

"Is it raining?"

Carlisle paused, "Yes. What's going on? Did Alice have a vision?"

"No," Edward told him, "She didn't. I, uh, okay."

There was a pause on both ends.

"Alright," Carlisle said, "I'll see you in a few days, I guess."

"Yeah," Edward said, "Okay."

He paused again, "Edward, is everything alright?"

Edward looked at Bella, or Esme, he wasn't sure. He couldn't explain it on the phone to Carlisle. He wasn't sure what to do. "Yeah."

"Alright," Carlisle repeated, "Well, unless there's something you're not telling me, I'm going to go."

Esme almost cried. She wanted to be where Carlisle was. She knew that she would be back there in a day, but that felt like too long. Edward studied the look on her face and knew she was telling the truth.

"I'll see you in a few days," Edward said to him.

The two of them hung up and Esme sighed.

"So you're telling me that Bella is in this same position with Carlisle right now?" he asked.

She shrugged and nodded.

"You're being honest with me?" he continued.

"Yes," she said, "Why would me or Bella say this if it wasn't true?"

"Carlisle must not know." Edward said.

"No. I doubt Bella said anything. I didn't even know how to approach it with you."

Edward suddenly felt jealous. He wondered if anything had happened between the two of them and knew that it really wouldn't be either of their faults. He hoped that Bella would be able to resist Carlisle's advances as Esme had his.

They looked at each other and Edward suddenly felt self-conscious about the lack of clothing he had on. He pulled the blankets up higher toward his chin and sunk down, glancing over at Esme.

"Now, can you see why I've been so self-conscious?" she asked him.