Carlisle POV

"Carlisle! I feel fat! I'm fat... Why do you even love me... I'm so ugly!" Esme screamed from the couch. It's been a week and half, and Esme is now 9 months pregnant... She was very very grouchy and I feel sorry for her...

"Esme I love you because you're beautiful, and because you're smart and you'd be a wonderful mother. You're not fat either my love..." I said, rubbing her feet. She wiggled her toes, smiling.

"Oh, Carlisle, I'm only playing..." She said, smiling and giggling. "You're hands tickle Carlisle..." She wiggled her toes and giggled, while I massaged her feet. I started to tickle her feet and she shrieked! "CARLISLE NO!" She laughed while I tickled her feet. I stopped tickling her feet and smiled.

"Feel better?" I asked, smiling and pulling Esme onto my lap. She was a strange, but lovely woman...

"A little... My stomach is starting to hurt though..." She said rubbing it. I frowned, putting an ear to her stomach. I felt and heard the baby.

"It's time..." I said and she smiled. We still haven't got any clothes for him or her. The baby's stubborn. She got up and then fell, screaming and holding her stomach. "Esme!" I quickly picked her up and ran upstairs. I gently laid Esme on thee table, kissing her nose. "Shh love.." I said and she nodded, panting and screaming.

"Get the baby out now!" She screamed and I quickly bit through her skin and saw our baby. I pulled our baby out, drying him or her off, and quickly dressing her or him. I will see the sex after... I laid the baby in the bassenet, going over to Esme. I sealed her skin up and bandaged it. I helped her stand, while she held onto me.

"Shh Esme, come love..." I wheeled the bassenet over to the bed, and brought Esme over too. I gently sat Esme on the bed, on my side of the bed, and I sat on hers, holding our baby. "Let's see the gender." I whispered, and she nodded, very tiredly. She leaned against me and smiled. I took our baby's clothes off, and diaper.

"A little boy..." She whispered, holding our naked baby. Our son curled into Esme, making a sucking motion, and holding her breast. I smiled and took our son, holding him while Esme got ready to breast feed. "Must be the breast milk is blood and milk?" She asked and I nodded.

"Maybe... Wow... A son. Tyler Philip Cullen." I said and she nodded, smiling. I put the diaper back on him and he kicked his feet, giggling. I smiled. Esme took Tyler and smiled.

"He looks a lot like you Carlisle... He has blue eyes, blonde hair, and has a body structure like yours too. Gender too obviously..." I chuckled at her comment and smiled.

"But he also has your nose and lips, and little streaks of caramel color in his hair. He still handsome." I said, and she smiled. I kissed her gently, but then Tyler started to fuss.

"I shall feed him..." She said.

Esme POV

"I shall feed him..." I said. I smiled, gently putting Tyler under my breast, and waited. "OUCH." I said. He bit my nipple.

"What's wrong love?" Carlisle asked me and I shook my head.

"He's fiesty like his father too. He bit my nipple..." I said and Carlisle chuckled. I smiled, Tyler sucking lightly.

"He's my man." Carlisle said and I nodded, smiling.

"He's alot like you too." I giggled, feeding Tyler's hand rub up against my breast.

"Esme... I'm thristy too." Carlisle said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Carlisle no. Not now... Besides, this is for Tyler right now." I said, pointing to my breast. Carlisle pouted, and laid his head on my lap. I giggled, watching Tyler kick Carlisle in the head.

"Hello Tyler's feet..." He said, grabbing his feet and rubbing them with his finger. Tyler kicked his feet more and laughed. I smiled. I looked and saw Carlisle had a bit of an arousal. I grinned, sucking on my finger for a moment. Carlisle was wearing sweatpants so it'd work easier. I stuck my hand and rubbed his erection with my wet finger. He groaned and bucked hips lightly. "Esme..." He whispered.

"Yes my love?" I whispered, still feeding Tyler, and grabbing Carlisle. I squeezed him hard many times, getting grunts and groans from Carlisle.

"Esme... Oh God... Left... Left... Oh right there... Yesssss... Pinch. OH BABY!" He screamed and Tyler giggled. I took my hand out, washing it with a wipe near by, and then holding Tyler. Carlisle whimpered, and Tyler heard him. I sat him up and he pointed at Carlisle, holding his arms out. Carlisle whimpered, sitting up, and smiling. Tyler giggled and leaned towards Carlisle, who took him and held him.

"Da." Tyler said, giggling. I quealed with excitement!

"Our son said Da!" I said and Carlisle smiled.

"Yes I know my love... He's very smart like his mother..." He said and I smiled.

"I love you Carlisle..."

"And I love you Esme..."