*climbs out of hole* OMG! I'm ALIVE! O_O You guys won't believe where I've been...no? Not gonna work? Mmk, well I don't have a good excuse except that I just plain fail. :( I'm going to be awfully surprised if anyone even reads this, it's been over a year. Y'all are gonna see the alert in your inboxes or whatever and go "WTF is that?...Oh yeah I think I remember that story...nah I don't." Then delete it :). But hey in honor of Eclipse which I saw today, here's another chapter, just because I love Carlisle, ya know...*is done yapping*

Disclaimer: Yeah...if any part of this was mine I'd be living on a yacht or something.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I leaned against a pillar as Carlisle checked us into our hotel. It was a quaint, adorable little hotel. I didn't bother to look at the name of it, I was busy staring at something else or someone else, rather. My husband. My husband. Wow, that was odd to think, I still can't imagine saying it out loud. I've never been so happy that I broke a bone before.

"Esme?"

I shook my head and looked up at him. "Huh?"

He laughed and dangled the key in front of me. "Do you want to go in or sleep out here?"

I looked down at the ground as if to actually consider sleeping outside. "Well..."

"It's supposed to rain," He smiled.

"Better go in then," I took the key from him and unlocked the door.

"Wait," He stopped me from walking in.

"What?"

"I'm supposed to carry you," He said quickly before he scooped me up.

"Ah!," I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I forgot about that part."

He placed me on the bed. I blended in with it; it was completely white...and poofy or fluffy or whatever adjective you'd like to pick. I looked around the room, it was just as cute as the outside. I stared up at him as he stared down at me. I leaned forward and rested my head against his waist.

"What is it?," He asked stroking my hair.

"Nothing," I smiled. "But I would like to get out of this thing," I motioned to my dress. "It's beautiful but it's far from comfortable."

I stood up and turned my back to him.

"There's at least 35 buttons," He chuckled.

"Get to work then. With your vampire speed it shouldn't be a problem." I kicked off my shoes and looked over my shoulder at him.

"As you wish Mrs. Cullen."

He made quick work of the buttons just like I knew he would. He quickly picked me up before I had a chance to step out of my dress that was pooled at my feet.

I smoothed my slip, "See? I told you it wouldn't be a problem."

"I should know to never doubt you, love," He answered as he shrugged off his jacket.

I should have one thing on my mind right now; spending a wonderful night with my husband, but that stupid voice in my head couldn't help but cause me to worry about what was to become of our lives, would my parents ever find me? Would they ever somehow find out about us? Maybe they already knew.

"Esme?" He lifted my chin.

That's the second time my mind has wandered tonight. "I'm fine I just...it's nothing."

"No, it's something. Tell me, please."

"No really I'm fine, my brain just seems to be jumbled." I suddenly became very interested in the buttons on his shirt. He stilled my hand that was flicking at a button.

"Love, please just talk to me."

"I don't want to talk, I shouldn't want to talk but my mind won't quiet itself long enough for me to enjoy myself." I was beginning to get angry with myself. I heaved out a sigh as I sat down on the bed.

"You're worried about what's to become us." It wasn't a question, he knew.

I barely managed a nod as he sat next to me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I know you already told me what you have planned but I'm just thinking about my parents, my mother mostly."

He tucked my hair behind my ear as he spoke, "I think Illinois is our best bet for now, it won't to long to get there. As far as your parents go, well to be perfectly honest I don't really know what to say." He always knew what to say, but I guess I can't blame him, I don't even know what to say about them.

"Can you just shut me up, please?"

He managed a slight chuckle. "Esme, if you want to talk it's perfectly alright with me. It's not good to keep things bottled up inside."

"No really I don't want to talk," I fiddled with his tie as I tried to unknot it. "I really don't." I loosened it enough to slip it over his hair without messing it up. He again stilled my roaming hands that were in the midst of unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.

"Sweetheart."

"I'm okay, honestly I am." I leaned up to seal my mouth over his to try to prove my point, hoping maybe that would convince him, because I desperately needed him and needed to quiet the voice in my head.

Apparently that was all the convincing he needed. He gently leaned my back against the pillows after he shrugged his shirt off. I curled my hand around his arm and pulled him towards me. He whispered his love for me as he trailed kisses down my throat to my collarbone while his hand inched up slip. It had happened before, but now I could actually say I was making love to my husband and that's something I'm sure I would never tire of.

A/N: *hides* Why am I hiding none of you probably got this far because you deleted the alert, am I right? But if you did actually read, I love you and thank you. :D Much love to you all.