Esme found herself laying in her bed, thinking of what the future holds. Rolling over onto her side, she saw her husband laying with his back to her. Giggling slightly, she began rubbing his back gently. "Looks like you were tired."
Suddenly she felt a strong, sharp pain in her abdomen. Sitting up quickly, she placed her hands on her stomach, hoping the pain would go away. "Oh please, not now, it's too early." She whispered.
The pain got worse and worse until she couldn't handle it anymore and she went to wake Carlisle. Shaking his shoulder, he only made a low groan.
"Carlisle! Please wake up. Something's very wrong. I think I am going into labor. Carlisle!" Esme practically screamed. She wondered why the rest of her family wasn't running up to help her, and why Carlisle was not waking up.
Esme looked around the room hoping to find something to wake Carlisle up when she noticed she wasn't in her own room. She was in a familiar bedroom but she couldn't place it. Suddenly the man that was laying beside her rolled over, facing her. Esme felt the color drain from her face when she realized the man lying beside her was not Carlisle, it was Charles. "Charles?" She asked softly, her voice growing hoarse from the pain she was in.
When the pain began to subside she got out of bed quietly as she could, still holding onto her stomach, her heart pounding in her chest. Making her way to the bedroom door, she tried to open it, only to find out it was locked.
"And where do you think you are going?" A deep familiar voice came from behind her. A cold chill ran through her.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Esme said, sounding like a little girl, still facing the door.
She heard the bed squeak as her ex-husband got off of it and made his way to her. She felt his breath on the back of her ext, causing her to flinch slightly.
"Look at me." His voice commanded. Esme continued to stare at the door, hoping with some miracle it would open. "I said 'Look at me!'" Charles demanded, grabbing at her wrist and forcing her to turn around. As her back hit the door, she felt another surge of pain go through her, causing her to bend down, his free hand holding onto her stomach. She felt Charles hand on her face, caressing her cheek before grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him.
"Un..lock..the door.." Esme groaned out as she panted from the pain.
"Why? So you can run away again. You are mine, Esme. Mine!" Charles said, forcing her to stand up straight. She felt his hand touch her stomach as he locked eyes with her. "And I don't intend on sharing you." He growled.
Fear flooded through her as she tried to think of a way out of here. Her mind racing wanted to get back to her family. The pain had subsided and without thinking, Esme let go of her stomach and grabbed onto Charles's shoulders, has she brought her leg up kicking him in the groin.
With a loud groan, Charles let go of her and went to his knees. As quickly as she could, Esme moved away from him and towards the other side of the room. She made her way to the bedroom windows and tried opening them. After two failed attempts the third window finally opened. Lifting her leg up she began climbing out of her window. She sighed with relief as her bare feet made contact with the cold prickly grass below.
Looking around, she didn't recognize where she was, but she heard Charles begin to move from inside the house. "You little bitch!" he yelled, trying to stand up.
Without hesitating, Esme began to walk as fast as she could towards the woods that lay in front of her. She felt the grass turn into dirt and sticks as she headed deeper. Another wave of pain hit her, causing her to stop and hold onto a tree for support. Trying her hardest not to make a noise, uncertain of how close Charles was.
"Mommy…" she heard a small voice echo through the forest. Lifting her and looking around she couldn't see anyone. "Mommy!" The voice called louder.
Esme began walking towards the voice. She minutes later she came to a clearing. The trees had opened up to reveal a cliff. At the edge of the cliff was a little boy, looking over the edge.
"Hello," Esme said, stepping into the clearing.
The little boy turned around to face, causing Esme to lose her breath. Looking to be about 5 years old, the boy and light brown hair and deep brown eyes. He looked exactly like Esme, except for his chin. His child reminded her of Charles.
"Mommy." The boy said again running towards her.
"Son," Esme said, wrapping her arms around him. Holding onto him for dear life, tears streaming down her face.
She felt him begin to pull away. Her heartbreaking has she released her arms and looked at her son. "Why did you leave me, mommy?" He asked.
"What?" Esme asked. "I would never leave you."
"But you did."
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry, I promise I never meant to hurt you. I was trying to save you!" Esme cried, reaching out for her son.
She heard a branch snap behind her, turning around she saw her son staring into the forest. Walking towards him, Esme saw What looked to be like a group of people emerging from the forest. Esme began to run towards her son, but the faster she ran, the further away he was.
"You left him, Esme. So now he is ours!" Esme heard Aro's voice emerge from the trees. She saw Jane grab a hold of her son and runoff in a flash.
"NO!" Esme screamed, sitting up in bed. Panting, she looked around the room, realizing she was at home. "Wha…"
"You were dreaming." A deep voice in the corner of the room caught her off guard.
"Edward! Oh my gosh!" Esme said, still panting, placing a hand on her chest, trying to calm her pounding heart.
Edward made his way over to her and sat beside her. "How much of it do you remember?"
"All of it. I remember Charles and..and the Volturi… and I remember him." Esme said, her mind racing with images of her dream. Emes felt tears running down her already tear-stained face. "I am so sorry you had to see all of that. I wish I could shield you from my dreams."
Reaching over, he embraced her in a hug, she clung onto him for dear life. "There is no need to apologize for doing something out of your control. I wish I could help you. I can only remind you that you are safe here and nothing that happened in your human life was your fault."
"I know, I know. I am not sure where the dream came from." Esme admitted, pulling away and wiping her face clear of remaining tears.
"How about I make some tea and you come out in the living room and we can talk about it." Edward suggested.
Nodding, Esme removed her covers and stood up from her bed. "I will meet you down there. I just want to shower and get my ready for the day." she called after him.
After a quick shower and a fight with her maternity clothes later, Emse made her way downstairs, where she was met with a smiling Edward, a teacup in hand. She took it gladly.
After sitting down on the couch, Emse gladly put her feet up on the couch table, allowing herself to relax, causing Edward to smile slightly.
"What?" She asked.
"I am still getting used to seeing you so relaxed. For over 90years, you have always worn such prim and proper clothing, besides hunting. You would kill us if we thought about putting out feet anywhere but the floor, and yet here you are in a very loose dress, barefoot and clearly relaxing. It's a different side of you." Edward laughed
"After the baby comes, I will be back to my normal ways." Esme smiled, taking a sip of her tea.
"Esme, I have been playing your dream, over and over in my head, and I have a theory of what it could mean." Edward said, shifting uncomfortably.
"I have one to, but I wanna hear what you think it is." Esme encouraged.
"I think you are still haunted by the memories of your ex-husband and that's why you dreamed of him. I think you are feeling guilty for moving on from your son, who you lost, and that you might.." Edward trailed off.
"That I might lose this one the same way?" Esme asked, finishing for him. "Edward, I see where you might have gotten that theory, but I think I might have a different one. I know I am still dealing with the memories of Charles, I don't think those will ever go away. They hurt less every day but they are still there. As for my baby boy. I miss him every day. That will never go away, but I don't really think the dream was about me feeling guilty. I think I have been afraid of losing you, and the rest of my children." Esme confessed.
"Esme, you know that you will never lose me, or any of us. We all love you and need you in our lives. You are the biggest reason we are who we are." Edward said.
"I know, but I hope no one thinks that I am replacing anyone. This baby wasn't planned and I know it will be a huge change when they get here." Esme said, rubbing her stomach.
"A welcome change." Edward said, placing his hand on her stomach.
"You know I love you, and the rest of our family." she said, tearing up again.
"We know you do and we love you as well." He said, both embracing in a warm hug.