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Esme is hovering like a hummingbird. She made dinner for all of us when she finished in the garden, shooed us out of the kitchen so she could clean up herself. Carlisle tried to be subtle, bringing up things they need to do at their own home. She's just found countless other things to reorganize, tidy up, and fuss unnecessarily about.
As much as I've already come to love the woman and sympathize with her losses, I need time alone with Edward. Not to do that, just to chill.
Edward must know where my thoughts are because he takes hold of her shoulders as she takes off to the next victim of her worrying.
"Esme," he coos. "We're all set here. You go home with Carlisle, we'll be fine."
She looked up at him with those wide, brown eyes. I can see the protests just waiting to bubble from her lips. But she sees something in his face that convinces her, along with Carlisle's soothing hands wrapping around her waist. Those eyes meet mine and I see so much emotion hiding in them. Maybe we'll be able to talk tomorrow, just me and her.
Carlisle and Esme give us their soft good nights as Edward wraps a comforting arm around my waist.
The front door closes with a soft click, stealing my bout of certainty with it.