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Esme and Carlisle live quite close to Edward. Just two streets over and four houses in. It's a six minute walk according to him. Of course, he also said that it would take twice the time now because my legs are half the size of his. He got another smack for that, which I figured out makes him behave for a while. Not long, but a while.
Their house is quite similar to Edward's. Two stories, light colored, full of windows. Esme let us in and I could see the the basic layout is also pretty much the same. The entrance leads to the living room, there's a large doorway into the dining room, and the kitchen is connected to the dining room.
They choose to decorate with bright colors while Edward was more subdued. He makes up for it with his personality, really.
"Carlisle is waiting for us upstairs, you two. And I hope you were on your best behavior, Edward."
"If that was your best, I'm afraid of you misbehaving." Esme shoots him a stern look and he manages to look a little sheepish.
"You'll have to forgive him. He's extremely excited that you're here, like a little boy with his favorite candy," she stage whispers.
"Esme," he whines when I giggle.
"It was nothing I couldn't handle." We share a laugh as he sulks up the stairs behind us.