Chapter 5 Esme

AN: Took a few more days than I had wanted, but I couldn't get to a computer. I've been so happy to hear from you guys. If there are any scenes from the TV series or the books and videos I'll try to add them into what I have already planned for the storyline.

I own nothing; the characters are under the ownership of Stephanie Meyer, and Kyle XY Creators Eric Bress, and J. Mackye Gruber

Italics are thoughts

Italics and bold are Kyle's thoughts

Esme POV

As Carlisle and the others left for the day I was left alone with, the newly named and now son, Kyle. He was still looking at the front door that the others had gone through until he noticed that I was looking at him. He stared back at me with a sad face.

"Don't worry they'll be back in a few hours." I smiled at him, "until then we will do fun things around the house." He just continued to look at me. It was starting to become strange and unnerving to be alone with a teenager who didn't talk. "Why don't you finish your breakfast and then we can work on your speech when you're done."

"Yes." Kyle answered still disappointed to have less [people around him, ad put his head down to his plate to continue eating.

I've got to think of something to do with him to make him happier to be around me. He was family now and I'm not entirely sure if he knows what it means to be in a family.

I went and sat next to him to see if this could peak his interests. He looked up at me as I did, "Hey, one thing that I like to do when the kids are away is to work on my art, and we also have to design a room for you to have for yourself. Which do you think you want to work on first?" I was mostly trying to get him to talk. So far he didn't bother to voice his ideas. He pursed his lips in thought, and then tried very hard to put towards what he was thinking.

"What's art?" he said finally getting out his question.

"Well, one kind of art is making pictures or drawings of what you've seen or something you think about. I'm working on pictures as well. I'll be right back to show you what I mean." I walked away from him at human speed at first, because Kyle was still watching me. I had just remembered that we hadn't told about what we were and didn't want to scare him. At the stairs I switched to vampire speed and went to my office full of my art supplies and the paintings I've been working on. This should work as a good example. This painting I had finished about a year ago. I brought it to the table with Kyle still sitting in his spot and placed it in front of him and his plate. It was a painting of my family portrait with me and Carlisle in the center and the children surrounding us. He just stared at the painting to study every detail that I had put into every person. "When you draw or do paintings first you get a picture in your head of a memory or idea and then transfer that picture onto the paper with art pencils and paints." I explained while he was still diligently studying the family portrait in front of him.

"This is the one I want to try first." Kyle said with excitement and completely sure that this was better than making a bedroom for himself.

"Great!" I was excited that he may have a love of art as much as I do. "Are you done with your breakfast? You can draw right here of you like." He was only halfway finished with the plate I had given him, but that may have been too much to begin with.

"Yes!"

"Good. Then let's get everything off the table and I'll go get all the supplies you will need." When he took his plate and glass off the table I directed him to put them in the sink while I went back upstairs to get him some big sheets of paper and a large box of art crayons that had almost every shade of color possible in the pack. I demonstrated to him first, on a separate sheet, how art crayons worked to get the color on the paper by simply doing a few strokes. He happily took them and thought of his own memory that he wanted to do himself. After a few seconds of this the memory came to him and he got to work on his own drawing. But Kyle didn't draw in strokes as I had shown him; he tapped. He was making little dots that looked kind of like pixels all over the paper and switched colors as he needed. I didn't correct him since there really isn't a wrong way to do it, and by the looks of it he was going to take a while to make a complete picture. Instead of staying at the table with him I decided to wash the dishes from breakfast and let him continue on. He was so engrossed in what he was doing he didn't even notice that I had gotten up and left him. When I was done he was still going at his tapping on his paper and wasn't slowing down. He had a look of excitement and concentration I thought it better to leave him to it a while longer before I asked him anything about how he was doing, and leave to do another project.

"Kyle, I'm going to let you stay here while I go upstairs and clear out a room for a bedroom for you to have for yourself. Okay?"

Without even looking up or to stop tapping he simply gave me," Okay." I'm not sure if he was just mimicking what he heard me saw, but I left it alone and smiled at his eagerness at his drawing and went upstairs.

Two hours later I had finished clearing out one of my work rooms, that used to be a bedroom that we b=never used, into a bedroom for Kyle, no doubt Alice new I was going to do this today and had already ordered some furniture for him. Over the hours I listened in on Kyle downstairs, but his tapping never stopped except to switch crayons or I would hear rustling that told me he had to start a new sheet for another drawing. I knew the table was going to be a mess when I went downstairs again.

Since I was now done, I actually went down stairs to see Kyle and what he had been up to and to make him take a break and give him a snack. He hadn't moved an inch, still in his seat he was tapping on his sheet. I carefully came up behind him and saw that the kitchen table was covered in Kyle's drawings. If you could call them that. They looked more like photographs. If I hadn't been the one to give him the art crayons I would have thought this whole time that he had been tapping with ink to make these. The details, texture and shading that Kyle used where were amazing at they looked exactly as if the objects in his drawings where real things. Two of the drawings were of the woods not far from the house. One was as if you were lying on the ground and looking up into the canopy of the trees. Another of the trees in an upright position. Another was of Kyle looking at himself in a small pool of water. The rest were of the family. Carlisle, Edward, Jasper, and Alice walking towards him in the woods still, all of us in the living room, and the last were of us this morning at breakfast.

I was so busy studying all of these pictures that I hadn't noticed that Kyle was finished with his current one, and was looking up at me nervously. He was waiting to her what I thought of them.

"Are they good." He asked. He had hidden his last picture under the table in case I didn't like the ones that he had done. He must be embarrassed of that one if he thinks I don't like his pictures.

"Kyle these are marvelous. The details you used are remarkable." Hopefully this would get a smile out of him. Those words weren't just for his benefit either; they actually were fabulous; especially for someone who, I'm guessing, has never drawn before.

His demeanor changed when he saw how truly happy I was with his work. His smile spread across his face. "Can I see the one you just finished? I asked making sure he heard my excitement to see it so he could stop being nervouse about it. But I needn't have worried about it for he was complexly happy to bring it from under the table and put it on top of the pile of his other drawings. Once again I was amazed. It was exactly like the painting I had showed him earlier of the family portrait. Everyone was in the exact same e order and given the same detail that I had given them. From the shade of their hair and color of their clothes they were wearing were exactly the same. Except Kyle had added himself to the portrait. He was on Carlisle top right in between Emmett and Rosalie. If I could have cried I would have. At seeing my expression Kyle got nervous again tried to move it away from my sight. I stopped his hand from moving it away, and brought my arm around him for a hug with all my love put into it. He did have a sense of what it means to be a part of a family. He is my son, and I'm going to make sure that he always knows it.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Carlisle only had a short five our shift today at eh hospital and would arrive home a little earlier than the children from school. Kyle and I heard the car pull up. I was excited, but Kyle was still nervous about what the others would think of his drawing we hung on the wall for all to see. As Carlisle stepped through the door, the first thing he saw was the painting we had placed specifically in that spot on the wall so it would be the first thing that everyone would see entering the house. Framed perfectly, it was the drawing Kyle had done of the entire family with him added in.

"Esme I'm home." He called from the door. He left his briefcase there and walked closer to the wall to get a better look at the picture. I walked with Kyle from the kitchen over to Carlisle.

"Hello love." I leaned up more and he turned his face to give me a kiss. "I see you found the picture Kyle made." I had such a big proud smile on my face and what Kyle had done. I really did love this picture the most. Carlisle turned to look Kyle in surprise and saw Kyle smiling now as Esme was.

"You did this Kyle? Carlisle found the words to ask.

"Yes. Esme says they're really good." Kyle answered. Apparently if I said they were good that gives Kyle confidence and that there is no argument that they are. Now he was no longer nervous about his pictures and was happy that the others would get to see them.

"They are very good. " Carlisle gave him a smile back in agreement " It definetly deserves to be right here on this wall. The others will be here soon, and I know they will love it as much as I do." Kyle's smile was now permanent on his face.

A few minutes later the rest of my children were driving up the road from school. At vampire speed they parked their cars and came in. Alice, i knew, had already known about the picture and after coming in through the door, didn't give the picture a single look, and went straight to Kyle to give him a big hug. "Kyle it's beautiful. You really are my brother now."

"What is beautiful?" Jasper asked walking through the door after Alice, but then looked up at the wall and knew immediately what she was refereeing to. The rest of the family looked in the direction Jasper had as they came in as well to see Kyle's picture looking back at them from the wall.

"Whoa Kyle you did that?" Emmett said with enthusiasm. He then left the door to I've Kyle a smile and a pat on the back. "It looks great man."

"Thank you." He answered and turned to me to see if he had said it right. In the remaining hours after he finished his pictures and we framed the family portrait, we worked on his manners and speech.

"And you're talking now." Edward added. I liked Kyle's voice. It was a deep boyish voice, but not quite baritone that suited him.

"The rest of his pictures are still on the kitchen table." I added in and had everyone go to the kitchen to see them. Everyone left to go except Rosalie and Kyle.

Kyle was watching Rosalie and Rosalie's eyes were fixed on the painting. I could tell that she was more focused in on Kyle standing with her and Emmett. Looking at it too, I remembered how Rosalie would love to have a child, and then I noticed that standing next to Emmett and Rosalie that Kyle did look a little like them both. But vampires couldn't have children, no matter how badly Rosalie wanted to be a mother, and Kyle looking like a good mix between her and Emmett must have given Rosalie a prick of pain to look at the portrait.

Kyle walked closer Rosalie, smile still on her face, and asked her

"Do you like it Rosalie. "She turned to him with a shocked look on her face. It was the first time he had spoken a full sentence to her. Kyle waited anxiously for her answer.

"I love it. It's a perfect family portrait." She answered managing a smile, but I could still see sadness in her eyes. Kyle was too happy to notice this time, he was just happy that he had gotten her to smile, even if it was covering up pain.

"Come on you two." I called from behind them "The rest are waiting in here." They listened to me this time filled into the kitchen with the rest of the family. I gave Rosalie a comforting side hug. Sometimes I forget how much she wishes for a human life with a house filled with her own family. I didn't know how, but anything other than her leaning our home to start her own a vampire family, I hoped she could find complete happiness with a family of her own.