Disclaimer: I have no real ties to Twilight and New Moon . Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: There might be a little "aside" to accompany this, from Esme's POV.
I heard the soft grinding of the hinges of the front door as it swung open and the nearly silent quick steps that followed. I knew that tread, the slight weight behind it, the face that went with it: it could only be Esme, the second of my two mothers.
I lifted my head to let my eyes find her. She was already seated next to me, her soft hair tousled by the wind of her own passage. She raised one hand to my brow, sweeping back the hair that had fallen forward, nearly into my eyes. Her touch was cool, hard, and as smooth as glass, even on my skin.
I let my fingers dwell over the notes of one last chord, then let the sound fade into the void.
Esme's eyes were still on me, beaming with pride. They had lightened in color: I had been right in assuming that they had been hunting.
"The others?" I never even had to finish my sentences around here. She usually knew what I was thinking before it left my mouth. Mother's intuition, I suppose.
Playing ball, she thought, soccer this time. They miss you, Edward.
"You mean they miss someone willing to take on Emmett," I said with a laugh. When it came to soccer, Alice was a genius with footwork, but Emmett was still formidable. He carried his weight well, and knew how to throw it around. It hurt my pride to admit that he was probably more than a match for me in a contest of sheer strength, but it had never stopped me from trying.
Her laugh rang in the air, but she still regarded me with those soft eyes. I could hear and feel her love for me in my mind; an unconditional love, no matter what it was that I did. The goodness of her heart almost made me ashamed of my own.
"Perhaps after I get back," I said, a little grudgingly. The current storm system was likely to stay around Forks for a few days, according to Alice. A little recreation wouldn't go amiss right now: it was a perfect opportunity to let loose some aggression.
Esme never even had to ask where I was going: they all knew. I couldn't leave Bella alone, not after the separation we had endured, and with Victoria, loathsome creature, on the loose.
"Play for me before you leave," she said, speaking the request. She always did that, knowing I could never deny her.
I turned back to the keyboard, pressing the keys gently in the first few notes of the composition dedicated solely to her: Mother's Love.