CPOV
"We're having a girl!" I announce happily to the kids who all erupt into cheers. I think the phone may explode from their sheer volume.
It's been two days since Esme and I found out about our little princess, but we wanted to keep it to ourselves for awhile. Of course, Alice and Edward already knew, but they wouldn't tell out of respect for us.
Esme's face is buried in my chest as she laughs at the kids who are all talking at once. When I called them, I put the phone on speaker so Esme could hear it, but I'm sure she would have been able to hear them just fine without it.
"Carlisle" Emmett's voice comes on the line and the noise dissipates like he walked into another room. "Are you sure it's a girl? Couldn't his legs have been crossed?"
"Yes, Emmett, I'm sure." I chuckle as he whines.
"Aw man. I owe Jasper $200." He complains and Esme laughs out loud.
"Baby Mama? You there?"
"I'm here, Emmett."
"Come on you gotta help me out here. You girls outnumber us now. What are we men supposed to do?"
"Sorry Emmett. At least you have Sammy. He's a boy."
"Stinkin' dog hates me." He grumbles and I laugh because it's true. Samson warmed up to all of us eventually except Emmett, probably because he's so much bigger than the rest of us and seems threatening.
"Sorry Emmett" I tell him and Rosalie's voice comes on the line.
"He'll be fine."
"Esme!" That's Alice. "Have you thought about nursery ideas? We could do princess theme with hot pink walls and a specially designed crib to look like a carriage and even little baby crowns for her to wear."
Esme's face scrunches up at the idea and I'm glad we're on the same page—that sounds horrible.
"Um Alice I think we want to design the nursery ourselves, but thank you for the ideas." I tell her and Esme breathes out a sigh of relief.
"Okay fine." Alice grumbles "but I'm here if you need me."
"We'll keep that in mind." Esme says and I almost laugh at the expression of doubt on her face.
"Okay well we have to go to class. We'll talk to you guys later."
"Okay." Esme says. "Bye everyone."
After a chorus of goodbyes, we hang up.
"Your children are exhausting." I moan into Esme's hair as we stretch out on the couch.
"Not as exhausting as your children." She retorts and I smile.
I'm laying on my back with Esme laying almost on top of me, and I can't keep my hand from rubbing along the tight skin of her belly. Her bump has really grown the last few weeks, and I love being able to stretch my whole hand across it.
"How are you feeling, love?"
Esme woke up with some soreness and muscle aches this morning. It's completely normal at this stage of her pregnancy, but I hate the thought of her in pain.
"I'm okay. My hips and legs are achy. It seems my body isn't used to this extra weight."
"I can help." I tell her somewhat timidly. I'm still a little nervous with trying new things with her body.
"Okay."
Sweeping her up into my arms, I run up to our bedroom and lay her on our bed. Her belly prevents her from laying on her front, so I improvise and lay her on her back. She watches me with curious eyes but doesn't say anything as I race around the room making it perfect and relaxing. The lights are turned down, an extra sheet is placed under Esme's body, and candles are lit around the room. She smiles shyly at me as I slowly remove her yoga pants and t-shirt leaving her in her cotton bra and panties. Her porcelain skin almost glows in the candlelight, and once again, I'm in awe of her.
"You're so beautiful." I whisper and place a small kiss on her belly.
She smiles and closes her eyes when my lips touch her skin. Taking the small bottle I found in the bathroom (thank you Alice) I pour a small amount of oil in my hands. Starting at the bottom of her feet, I knead and massage every muscle in her feet, calves, and thighs. Her skin is so soft and feels amazing against mine. At first, I wasn't sure how hard to press—I want to get the knots out but I don't want to hurt her—but her moans guide me and tell me what she likes. It's almost like when we make love—she guides me to what feels good and I'm along for the glorious ride.
I can smell her arousal as I rub her body and having my hands on her bare skin is definitely turning me on, but that's not what this is about. Her needs above mine, that's how I live my life. I physically can't bear when she's in pain and I'll do anything I can to help her.
It takes all of my self-control to move my hands from the tops of her thighs over to her hands. I make the same trip as I did with her feet: starting with her fingers and moving up her arms. By the time I reach her shoulders, she's like a pile of goo in front of me and the only emotion coming from her is contentment. I leave her laying on her back with her eyes closed as I quickly wash my hands in our bathroom. She's still laying the same way when I come back to bed and I laugh as I pull her into my arms. It's like she's made of play-doh.
"Better?" I ask kissing her forehead.
"Perfect." She sighs and her warm breath fans across my chest.
"Do you need anything else, angel?"
"Nope. Just you."
"You'll always have me."
"So I was thinking." Esme says as we sit at the table and she eats dinner.
"What's that, love?"
"Since Charles is gone and along with him any danger I was in, I was going to look around town for a part-time job. You have to go back to work, and now that the kids are gone, I'll be here alone. If I could find a job in Port Angeles than we could ride together and maybe even have lunch together sometimes."
"That sounds great, angel. Are you sure you would feel safe?
"I think so." She nods. "And if I didn't than I could quit. I just would like to have something outside of the house."
"I'll ask around and see if there's anything in town. Would you like anything in particular?
"Not really. I have a bachelor's degree in English, but that's only because I couldn't pick a major. Anything would be fine. Obviously no hard labor because of Peanut, but anything else if fine."
The thought of Esme taking a job in which Peanut would be in danger makes my hackles rise, but I quickly try to contain myself.
"Anything you want, angel." My fingers brush the soft skin of her cheek as I tuck some of her hair behind her ear.
She smiles and pushes back from the table so she can crawl in my lap straddling me.
"You're the sweetest." She lays a soft kiss on my lips and I moan embarrassingly loud. Her lips are heaven and every touch sets my nerves on fire.
I can't help but grab her hips and slip my tongue out to taste her. I don't think I'll ever get used to being with her like this. It's like we have been together for years as our mouths dance with one another.
"I love you." I whisper placing my forehead against hers. Those three words seem extremely inadequate for the intense feelings for my mate, but they'll do for now.
"You're my everything." She says against my lips and my chest vibrates in reply.
"Did you just…purr?" she asks smiling.
"I guess I did." My laugh sounds awkward and self-conscious. "It's a very rare thing for vampires. It means we're completely and blissfully happy."
"Wow" she whispers and smiles beautifully. "Can you do it again?"
She kisses me and I purr into her mouth. As the sounds leaves my mouth, Esme hits me in the stomach.
"Hey!" I call out surprised. "What was that for?"
"What?" she looks genuinely puzzled and now I'm confused.
"You just hit me in the stomach."
"You felt that" she asks and I nod. "That wasn't me. That was the baby."
"She kicked?" I'm completely shocked. "I felt her?" Esme nods and tears fall from her eyes. She laughs as I stand her up at vampire speed and kneel in front of her.
"Hi my little princess. You kicked me! It was the best feeling in the world. I know you can hear me and I need you to kick again for daddy. Let me feel you."
With both of my hands on Esme's belly, there's not an inch of her bump that I'm not touching. When I don't feel a kick, I start to get disappointed.
"Come on baby, please."
Still nothing.
"Purr." Esme whispers.
"What?"
"She did it the first time when you purred. Do it again."
I nod and lift her shirt so I could see her beautiful bare belly and put my lips against her warm skin. After a quick kiss I purr deep and loud from my chest. Peanut immediately kicks my nose and I laugh. I keep purring against her belly just to feel the little nudges against my face and hands. After one particularly hard kick, Esme exhales sharply and I decide to let her rest. I can't even imagine what it feels like to have someone kicking you from the inside.
"That was amazing." I whisper to Esme once I've stood up and gathered her into my arms.
"I wonder if she knows that you're happy when you make that sound—you know, instinctively."
"I don't think she has that cognitive ability yet, but maybe."
Lifting her into my arms, we go over to the couch and settle in.
"Emmett's going to be so excited." Esme whispers and I laugh.
"Yes he is."
"You know…I miss the kids, but I like it being just being the two of us."
"I completely agree, sweetheart."
"It's weird." She laughs. "I'm a pregnant empty-nester."
I bark out a laugh.
"Yeah I guess you are."
She captures my laugh with her lips and the mood instantly changes. Her fingers tangle into my hair and mine grab her thick thighs. She's put on a little weight since we met and I love it. Our mouths tangle together and after a few minutes I need to feel her bare skin on mine. My hands don't leave her body as they move up and under her shirt.
She pulls away breathless and looks at me with doubt swimming in her eyes.
"Here?"
The trepidation in her eyes makes me pause, but underneath that I can feel her lust and want.
"Let's celebrate being empty-nesters." I whisper and nip at her bottom lip.
She relaxes and I take the opportunity to pull her shirt over her head. She still has her bra on and I frown when I see her flesh covered.
"You don't like it?" she covers her chest with her hands and I softly pull them away.
"It's very beautiful, but right now it's in between me and what I want."
She blushes and drops her hands.
"Than why don't you do something about it?"
I growl and have her bra on the floor in seconds. She gasps and I don't waste any time before sucking her nipple into my mouth. She moans low and deep when I flick it with my tongue. She must be sensitive and I can't wait to see just how responsive she is. I take my time kissing and licking all around her breasts and even bury my face in between them. I'm definitely a boob man. Wow that was vulgar—I've been hanging out with Emmett too much.
Esme is writhing on my lap when my face reaches her nipple. I run my nose along her areola before pulling the tender flesh into my mouth. Making sure to keep my teeth away from her delicate skin, I take deep sucks of her nipple and enjoy her grinding on my lap. My fingers are mimicking my tongue on her other breast and I know she's close.
"Oh yes. Please Carlisle…please." She's moaning and yelling, and by now I'm not sure she even knows what she's saying.
I ache to give her what she wants and with a jerk of my hips and twist of my tongue, she shatters. Her whole body jerks and I can feel her ecstasy as she's pulled into her orgasm. Seeing her fall apart is always the most beautiful experience, and I circle my tongue around her nipple as she calms down.
"Mmmm" she moans and I love the look of sheer bliss on her face.
She tangles her fingers in my hair and slams her mouth onto mine. I'm briefly worried that her lips will bruise, but my brain is quickly taken by the feel and sound of her pleasure.
"More" she growls into my mouth and I moan. Her growl is the sexiest sound in the world.
My hips are moving with hers and I slip my hands into the back of her pants to take her cheeks in my hands. That's not enough for her because she groans and moves to unbutton my pants.
"Carlisle, I need you inside me." She growls.
I lied- that is the sexiest sound in the world. I'm not even sorry as I rip our pants and underwear off. Her wet heat feels so good against me and I take my time pushing inside of her, enjoying every silky inch.
"You were made for me." I groan once I'm completely inside her.
"We were made for each other."
Well I can't argue with that. Esme starts moving her hips in a delicious way. I can feel every inch of her touching me—her feet against my calves, her beautiful belly against my abs, and her hard nipples against my chest. I'm drowning in Esme and I never want to surface.
It doesn't take long for Esme's walls to start fluttering around me and that's all it takes for me to lose myself in her. I collapse back against the couch with her still on me and me still inside her. I feel like I should be tired, but all I want is to go another round…or fifty. Her sweaty skin is glistening beautifully and I find myself running my tongue along it. Yum, salty Esme.
"Mmmm sofa sex might be my favorite." She murmurs with a grin and I feel myself twitch inside her.
"Me too." I whisper willing my libido to calm down and be a gentleman.
Esme grins wickedly at me and thrusts her hips. "Let's do it again."
Who am I to argue?