I split 14 in half, using the second portion to putty up the hole known as chapter 15.^^
Disclaimer: SMeyer created Twilight.
Upon hearing Emmett's announcement, Carlisle hadn't reacted with caution - but exhilaration. Having been abandoned in the sudden excitement, I hopped my way out into the livingroom to see what was going on.
As Carlisle thrust open the front door, my eyes discovered the object of interest, a boy I had once seen sketching in the White House amidst the Volturi. His blond hair tinted by the moonlight, wearing a fitted light grey tee over a black long sleeved shirt, charcoal khakis and otherwise barefoot; he made no defensive acknowledgment of the father figure as he called out to him.
"Hello little master, my name is Carlisle Cullen. I am sure you're quite comfortable where you are, but should you wish to join us at any time, the door will stay open." And he didn't close it as he withdrew back into the house. My body shivered in response to the cool air that now invaded the room. I leaned one shoulder against the wall to keep myself from tumbling forward. Or backward. Or sideways.
Emmett gave an expectant shrug. "Well, who is he?"
Carlisle grinned. "He's the one bearing hope."
Esme stepped out of the kitchen then and with one swift turn, Carlisle swooped her up in his arms, twirling her round about. She gave a bell laugh of delighted surprise.
"How shall we tend to this happenstance, dear?" She tenderly held the side of his face as he pulled her in for an Eskimo kiss.
"We'll behave as we did before the world changed. You need merely be yourself, my love." He held her close, whispering something affectionate into her ear before releasing her so he could face me.
"I'm afraid it's going to be rather chilly from now on. My apologies, Bella, but that door must stay open."
"Of course! I wouldn't dream of closing it." I could only respond in kind to his enthusiasm.
Carlisle glanced at my leg. "How does the cast feel?"
"It's heating up."
"Ah, that's good! I'll unearth some crutches from the closet for you." I nodded as Esme took my hand in hers. Her head suddenly spun toward Emmett as her eyes peripherally caught him pretending to be a mime in front of the glass window.
"Emmett, don't be rude. Bella, we were preparing a cherry pie for you." She helped me into the kitchen, sitting me down on a chair as she preset the oven.
"Man, I've never seen anyone so absorbed with doodling.. he didn't even look up once!" Emmett slid across the kitchen tiles then, kissing Esme on the cheek. She smiled and shook her head at his excuse, her perfect locks waving in the process.
I could see the pie positioned atop the counter, cherry stems poking out of it. Uh-oh. They more than likely left the seeds in too. I chuckled - thankful the vicodin was making everything appear cute.
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