SM OWNS ALL THINHS TWILIGHT
AN: Just want to say you guys are amazing!
ROSE POV
I was a hormonal, fat, being kicked to death by two boys who seemed to love playing football with my pea sized bladder, but as I rubbed a hand across my rippling stomach, I was so grateful that for a little while longer at least, I could keep my babies totally safe. The last four days had finally made me realize, that what the older mothers in my pre natal classes had said was true… "pregnancy is the easy part, the hard work and worry really start after their born."
Evie was safe and relatively unharmed. She was being kept in hospital for a couple of days as a precaution, which was probably for the best as Esme was being kept in as well, whilst they stabilized her broken leg. It hadn't needed surgery, but they wanted to give it a little bit longer in traction to be on the safe side. And according to Emmett, Evie would understandably, become extremely anxious unless she could at least see Esme and Carlisle at all times. The three of them had been through so much already…it wasn't fair damn it!
I could hear, Emmett's tired, heavy footsteps plodding up the stairs.
"Heh baby…shouldn't you be asleep." He said tiredly as he came into the room.
"Hah! Sleeping's for wimps!" I chuckled softly as with a grunt I tried to make myself more comfortable on the mountain of pillows behind my back. Emmett grinned. He was kicking off his shoes and about to begin the process of hanging up his clothes. As much as I had hated him being in the army, I was grateful that it had taught him to be tidy. But right now, he could throw his clothes all over the damn house if he wanted to. I had been so scared today, not just for Evie but Emmett as well. He loved his family with a ferocity that could be frightening, but there was something about that little girl that had turned him into a pile of mush from the moment he'd held her in his arms. I watched him move round the room for a minute, my heart clenched painfully with love for him. He looked so tired, so drained.
"Em…c'mere baby." I said holding out a hand.
"Rosie love…I need a shower…"
"I said…c'mere." I repeated firmly.
"Yes maam." He said with a mock salute as he crawled onto the bed towards me. He kissed me tenderly before gently lifting the hem of his old T-shirt which I was wearing and kissing my stomach twice. I grabbed his hand as I saw the bruising and broken skin.
"Easy Rosie…the only thing that got damaged was a wall." He shuddered violently for a moment, his eyes far away. I kissed his hand gently. "And if you think that's bad you should see my Dad's hands. He pounded Platt's face into a hamburger." He said proudly.
"Carlisle!" I squeaked in disbelief. Carlisle was the most calm, controlled person I had ever met. Emmett huffed a laugh but there was no humour in it.
"After what that sonofabitch put him and mom through today…I am surprised that's all he did. Those screams will haunt me for the rest of my life…go knows what they'll do to them."
"Screams? What screams…Emmett…he didn't hurt her! Oh God did he touch her?" I demanded becoming agitated. Emmett seemed to mentally curse himself as he realized what he had said to me. I was trying to sit up, but he gently yet firmly pushed me back against the pillows.
"He thought it would be funny to torture mom and dad a bit more, by playing a tape he got from one of his pervy friends of a child being…" he trailed off unable to finish. But I understood what he was trying to say. There were tears shining in his eyes. I suddenly felt sick. Platt truly was pure evil.
"Oh Jesus." Was all I managed to stammer. "Oh…Em…" I sobbed, a million different emotions causing through me as I could only begin to imagine the horror of hearing that tape and believing it was Evie. Emmett pulled me into his arms and I let myself get lost in the safety of my gentle giant of a husband's embrace. Finally, we pulled apart and he resumed his position over my stomach.
"Now what have I told you guys about letting your mom get some sleep. You know how cranky she gets." I shoved his shoulder in mock consternation and he chuckled. His lips were hovering close to my skin and I could feel the reverberations of his deep baritone throughout my body. The boys seemed to be listening as movement stopped. "She has had a tough few days…she needs her rest." He said softly.
"And what about you?" I said reaching out, running my fingers through his dark curls.
"Oh, I'll be alright…" he said dismissively. Emmett liked people to believe that he was just "happy go lucky, nothing phases me Emmett" and for the most part he was. But I had seen what a deep and emotionally fragile man he could be.
"Will you?"
"Of course…Evie and Esme are safe. My very own sexy MILF is having my babies…what more could I want…except maybe some French Toast for breakfast?" he grinned. I growled. I knew I couldn't push him, he'd talk to me seriously when he was ready and not before. He kissed me again copped a feel of my frankly embarrassingly large and highly sensitive breasts and then disappeared in to the shower.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I heard Emmett talking to my bump.
"I want you guys to know…that Daddy can be a bit loud, obnoxious and quite frankly embarrassing at times…but underneath all that…I love you and your mom more than anything…you guys are my life…I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy and safe…I'm not a bad man…" he said softly, his voice catching with emotion. I desperately wanted to reach out to him, but I kept my hands by my sides. "If maybe…I go a little far sometimes…it's only because I love you…"
Okay I was scared now.
"Emmett…what have you done?"
"Rosie I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"Tell me." I insisted.
He sat back on his heels so he was facing me.
"Platt is dead."
"WHAT THE FUCK! WHEN?"
"Rose…you have to kiss our children with that mouth!" he chastised with a grin. I knew he was right and I did have to try and clean up my mouth but…
"Start talking!" I hissed.
"Dad just called…about an hour ago the nurses went in to Platt…he was gone…looks like an air bubble in his chest drain."
I must have looked confused.
"I went to see Platt …and before you start to panic…I never laid a hand on him or any of his drains…but I may have told him a few home truths about prison…and about what happened to Riley Scott…told him how easy these things can happen." He sighed, running his hands through his hair. I winced. Riley Scott had been a young boy in Emmett's unit that had been on the road to recovery from his injuries, until a bombing raid had led to his lines being tangled and kinked, causing an air bubble that killed him.
"Emmett McCarty Cullen! If you dare start blaming yourself for what happened to that douc…bad man!" I said stroking my bump. "I swear you and I won't be having sex again till these two graduate college!" I growled. Emmett looked stunned. "If Platt was any type of man…he wouldn't have listened to a word you said…he would have gone back to prison and served his time like a man. But Platt wasn't a man…he was an insult to all men…a waste of skin on a skeleton…what you did baby was…pest control…preventative surgery…you cut out the growth that had been threatening Esme and Evie's life…now come here." I said holding out my arms. "But I swear, if you motorboat between my boobs…we really won't be having sex again till these two graduate college!" I growled.
Emmett let out a loud, deep, dirty chuckle…but it seemed the boys were getting used to their crazy father, because they simply turned over and went back to sleep.
ES POV (6 weeks later)
She had looked like our little Evie and on occasion, usually after a little prompting from Alice and Emmett, she had even sounded like our wise cracking, sarcastic Evie. But she hadn't been our little Evie for so long. Of course we knew that she wouldn't come through an ordeal like this without suffering some sort of side effects. Jesus, Carlisle and I both struggled with controlling our own fears and out of control emotions. But at least we had the vocabulary to discuss it, try and reason it out. But for as intelligent as Evie was for her age, she was still a little girl. Her therapist was very pleased with how her recovery was progressing, and we could see progress but…
She was still so quiet, too quiet. Usually she would chatter away quite happily. Carlisle used to jokingly tell her to talk to the hand, only to have her answer "hello hand" before she carried on chatting. But now, she would answer you, only if you spoke to her and dragged a conversation out of her. It had been six weeks since we had got her back and everyone had done everything they could to try and make her feel safe and secure and if asked, she would answer that she was fine, make all the right noises, but the fear was still heartbreakingly obvious in her eyes.
Evie was an affectionate, tactile child. She loved her cuddles. But she had never been clingy until now. Carlisle and I of course were anxious about letting her out of our sight. But, we knew we had to start encouraging her for our sake as well as hers. We had started with small trips out with family members. She had done okay, going into town to the diner with Jasper and Alice for ice cream. She had twice stayed with Bella, Edward and Adam whilst Carlisle took me for check up's at the hospital on my leg. But after the second time, she had begged tearfully to come with us the next time. She seemed to be avoiding Edward, Bella and Adam, even very politely saying no thank you to Edward when he offered to play music for her to practice her ballet to. She went to ballet class, but only if we almost nagged her into going and then she would want to come straight home afterwards. It was her reaction to Emmett that had been the most upsetting however.
She would quite happily talk to Emmett from the safety of Carlisle or mine's lap. She was most excited about the twins. Rose had had one of the 4-D scans we had had and Evie was fascinated. She couldn't believe that despite poor Rose's huge size the twins still needed more "cooking time" as Emmett called it. But she seemed nervous of him if it was just the two of them. Emmett had called one weekend, he wanted another excuse to hit the toy store and wanted to take Evie with him. He made a joke about her having to protect him from all the teddy bears. Evie had politely refused. Emmett had pouted and sulked, even getting a small giggle from her, but then he had made the mistake of trying to life her over the back of the sofa. She went as stiff as a board for a few seconds, before she then let out an ear piercing scream and began kicking, hitting, squirming, biting and even cursing.
"LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! NO! NOOOO!"
A stunned and horrified Emmett had quickly put her down. She had spun round, her face red from screaming, her eyes wild with temper and fear.
"DON'T…DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN!" she screamed at him before throwing up.
Poor Emmett. He was crushed. We were all shocked, but he looked so confused and hurt it broke my heart. We tried to talk to her and she was upset about what she had done to Emmett, but it wasn't until Carlisle and I had watched one of her therapy sessions that we saw where it came from. Her therapist, a lovely young, but extremely talented woman by the name of Claire coaxed it out of her.
She was scared of Emmett! His height, his build, his loud voice reminded her of Charles. Emmett was bigger than creepy guy, but she could remember that he had really strong arms and when Emmett had pulled her over the back of the sofa, that had triggered something in her. She knew deep down that Emmett wouldn't hurt her, in fact she had cried bitterly thinking that she had upset her favourite brother, but as she sobbed…"it just came out." Emmett had sworn to her he forgave her, but there was still a certain distance between them that hurt to see. The words she had come out with, she had heard Siobhan say when Charles had slapped her one night.
Siobhan had pleaded no contest to what she had done and was serving an insulting term in jail before she was deported back to Ireland. Aro had insured that all the relevant authorities knew that she was a danger to children and unfit to practice in both Ireland, the UK, Canada or anywhere else she would try and sneak into. But that wasn't enough…I had to…needed to…"rip her apart" Rose had offered one afternoon when we had all gathered for a small private baby shower.
"Hell yeah." I growled.
"Weelll…Siobhan is due back in Ireland in six months time…which just so happens, to be the same time as Ireland fashion Week kicks off…so I thought seeing as we haven't had a girls trip for aaages…we could, in between looking at clothes, drinking Guinness and hunting for Colin Farrell and Jonathan Rhys Myers…pay Siobhan a little visit…see how she's settling in." Alice trilled, a dangerous dark look crossing her usually bright pixie face. Alice, Rose, Bella and I didn't say a word…we just all exchanged fist bumps. Well if it was good enough for the boys.
"Now make sure you take every drug they offer you Rose." Bella said suddenly as Carlisle and Evie came back into the room. It was supposed to be girls only, but Evie fretted if Carlisle went too far, Rose needed Emmett to help her move around…so the boys stayed.
"Oh God yes…I admire those women who can do it without pain relief…but God…if I could do it again, I would soooo do it stoned." I huffed. Carlisle laughed, but there was a strange look in his eye.
"Carlisle still swears he hasn't regained all the feeling in his hands…I was squeezing so hard." I joked.
"Ahhh… poor didddummss…" Sue Swan cooed as she entered the room ruffling Carlisle's hair as she passed. Carlisle pulled a sarcastic face at her, earning a quiet chuckle from Evie. God I missed the sound of her laughter. Sue winked at Evie. It was strange, but one of the places that Evie seemed most at ease was down on the reservation. She would sit for ages curled on Charlie's lap watching a game, or listening and laughing as he told her fishing stories. Evie wouldn't go and play wth the pack of reservation kids, despite their pleading, but she would let Billy Black take her round the reservation's tourist centre or for short walks down La Push beach.
Evie had gone back to pre school one morning a week, with either Carlisle or I in attendance. Carlisle had come home raving about the "therapeutic benefits of colouring." For a little while the children had accepted our presense. They had been given a watered down story of what happened to Evie and despite her belief that Carlisle and I were superheroes for the way we had saved her, she didn't elaborate. She sat and listened intently to the lecture on stranger danger hissing fiercely at anyone who didn't. But eventually a few children mentioning no names…Britney Newton you brat…wanted to know why Evie got the special treatment. Evie was still not herself, but that Cullen spirit was still in there. Before I could step in, she had put Newton in her place.
That night however, she had called a family meeting. It was only the three of us, but Carlisle and I had taken our places round the dining table that doubled as our meeting table. Evie had knelt up on the seat, her little face solemn. Carlisle and I tried to keep our faces straight.
"Mommy…Daddy…I know I asked you to come to school with me…but I think…" she began, her bottom lip was quivering slightly. "I think…I need to try and be a big girl again…not everyday…" the plan was for her to go back three morning's a week. "just some of the days…" she said quickly.
"If that's what you want sweetheart." Carlisle said.
"Yeah…it is…but don't worry Daddy…we can still colour at home." Evie said seriously. I had to quickly try and cover my snort of laughter. Carlisle blushed.
"Any more business?" she asked pompously.
"There is one thing madam chairman." I began formally. Carlisle looked at me, eyes wide…worried. I didn't want to push her, but we had to consider this sometime. God, why was I always the bitch.
"Seeing as Daddy won't be able to come to school and colour anymore…would you mind if he went back to work at the clinic?" I asked quickly. Ever since we had got Evie back, Carlisle had not left Evie or me. But Edward was swamped with work and as much as he wanted to be there for us, I could see Carlisle getting desperate to get back to work.
Evie didn't answer straight away, she chewed thoughtfully on her lip, her little hands curling and uncurling nervously.
"It's just Edward has been doing all my work and his…he's really tired and Aunty Bella and Adam really miss him." Carlisle said quietly. The mention of Adam inparticular sent a flurry of emotions over her face.
"Would it bee everyday?"
"No…just whilst you're at school…we'll see how it goes…you know how cranky Daddy gets when he's bored." I teased.
"I do not." Carlisle huffed.
"OH YES YOU DO!" Evie and I said in unison.
"Picked on…own house…women…not fair…" Carlisle growled. He was genuinely in a huff, but he could also see the light in Evie's eyes and was trying to keep it there. "Is there anything else…so I can go be cranky some place else!"
"Nope…" Evie said popping the p.
"You haven't told us what you think." I pressed looking at Evie. She squirmed for a moment before she nodded.
"I guess it's okay…but you will be home at night?" she demanded.
Night time was difficult to say the least. Evie was a restless sleeper now and prone to nightmares. And in the week following Carlisle going back to work and Evie going to school by herself, she regressed back to doing something that she hadn't for a long time…bed wetting. The first couple of times it happened she tearfully came to tell us, then one night we heard a loud bang and a cry on the stairs. Carlisle leapt up out of bed and raced into the corridor. He found Evie on the little landing below our floor tangled in her wet bed sheet crying. It was at times like this I hated the damn cast that I still had to wear. Carlisle carried her into our room. She wasn't hurt…just shocked and upstairs.
"She was trying to take her sheet downstairs to wash." He said quietly.
"Evie! Why?" I asked.
"Coz…only babies wet their beds!" she sobbed. I held out my arms to her, she had changed her PJ bottoms, just putting them on inside out.
"Evie, you know you're not allowed near the washer and the drier…it's dangerous." Carlisle said.
"I know…I'm sorry! I'm a naughty girl…I'm sorry!" she sobbed. Her cries where heart breaking and had to do with more than wet bed sheets. She was becoming almost hysterical.
"EVIE STOP IT CALM DOWN!" Carlisle said sharply. Carlisle rarely raised his voice to her, so she was shocked into calming down. It took a few minutes before she reached the hiccoughing stage, then a little while longer till she took a few sips of water from Carlisle and let me wash over her face with a cool wash cloth. Finally she was sitting sideways on my lap, her head cuddled into my chest. Carlisle was laying on his side facing us, his hand stroking her leg, occasionally tweaking her toes to make her smile.
"Baby…you are not a naughty girl…people a lot older than you wet the bed!" I began, stroking her back.
"Like who?" she mumbled into my chest.
"Like Edward." Carlisle said. "He was 29 the last time he wet the bed." Carlisle said seriously.
"No!" Evie gasped.
"True story…ask Emmett or uncle Jazz…they were there."
I knew this story. It had happened on Edward's stag night, Emmett and Jasper had got him shit faced before dumping him into bed and placing his hand in a bowl of warm water. Nature had taken it's course and Edward had woken to a wet bed. But Evie didn't need to know the last part.
"I can't ask Emmett…he doesn't like me anymore." She said sadly.
"WHAAT?" I squealed. "Of course Emmett likes you…Baby…Emmett loves you very very much…" I said.
"I was really mean to him."
"You were frightened…he understands…"
"I hate being frightened!" she huffed. "I know Emmett won't hurt me it's just…he's so big…and loud…just like creepy guy…creepy…he really is dead isn't he Daddy?" she said suddenly.
"Yes Evie…he's dead. Uncle Aro went and saw him in the hospital to make sure…he's gone…and he can never ever hurt you or mommy again." Carlisle said softly. He was talking to Evie, but his eyes were on me. His gaze was full of reassurance and love.
There was part of me that still couldn't believe that Charles was actually gone…dead…never able to hurt me or my family again. Carlisle had come in to tell me just after dawn the day after we got Evie back. An air bubble had developed in his chest drain and it had gone straight to his heart, that was according to the autopsy, already beginning to weaken due to heart disease. That hadn't surprised me. The man had eaten like a pig, drunk like a fish and smoked like a chimney. And although I couldn't prove it, I was pretty certain that he had done drugs at some stage. I was stunned, but more worried about what part Emmett had had in his death. He had assured me that he hadn't touched him…but there was something in his eyes.
" I swear to you Esme…Emmett didn't touch him, he just told him a few home truths about what prison was going to be like…and Charles took matters into his own hands…literally." Carlisle had said quietly. Evie was cuddled up to my side on the hospital bed asleep.
"He killed himself." I gasped.
Carlisle nodded. I began to cry. Carlisle locked shocked, concerned and maybe a little angry.
"I'm not crying for him." I whispered reaching for Carlisle's hand. I gently kissed his palm, before bringing his hand to to my lips and softly kissing each of his bruised and swollen knuckles. I hated that he had damaged his wonderful hands, hands that were made for healing, for tenderly taking care of our daughter, for showing me with the lightest touch or the most sensuous stroke how much he worshipped me, on that piece of scum.
"I'm crying because I can't believe I almost let my life be ruined by such a pathetic excuse of a human being…I'm crying because…I'm free Carlisle…finally…we're safe now…" I sobbed quietly. Carlisle was standing by the head of the bed. I had rested his hand on my cheek, he turned my face towards him, before placing his other hand on my other cheek and wiping away my tears with his thumbs. He opened his mouth to speak, but I could see that he didn't trust his voice…instead he lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, sweet and tender, full of the love that he so desperately wanted to show me.
"Those moments…when I thought you were gone…when you were both gone…seeing you so still…so lifeless…" he closed his eyes, choking back an anguished sob in his chest. He rested his forehead against mine.
"Thank you my angel…thank you soo much." He whispered.
"For what"? I asked confused.
"For keeping your promise…for fighting…for coming back to me…Esme…I love you so much…so very much." He whispered. Tears were streaming down his face.
I reached up, my hands tangling in his hair. I took in a ragged tear filled breath…it tasted of Carlisle we were so close.
"You and Evie…you are my life…my reason for living…I guess some part of me realized I had you both back so…Carlisle…I love you…" my heart was overflowing with love, but I couldn't find any better words. I began to lay soft butterfly kisses over his face, loosing myself in his scent. I finally reached his mouth, lying tiny kisses on the corners before taking his to lip in my mouth and sucking gently. I tilted my head and his hands tangled in my hair as he deepened the kiss. This one was slightly more desperate and intense. It was if we were trying to reclaim everything we almost lost, our tounges danced and we caught each other's soft moans. Suddenly, we heard giggling. Pulling away from Carlisle with a start, I turned my head to see Evie sitting up, her knees pulled to her chest. Her face was pale and there were dark smudges under her beautiful blue eyes, but they were dancing with mischief.
"Morning tattyhead." Carlisle said gruffly. He was blushing and I could feel my own face burning. He had always called Evie tatty head in the mornings as her curls were always all over the place after sleeping.
"Daddy…how come you say I can't kiss boys coz I'll get nasty germs…but you let mommy suck your face off…" she asked innocently.
"I was not sucking his face off!" I almost shrieked. I had been, but I really didn't need my four year old daughter calling me on it. "And where did you learn words like that young lady?" I demanded lightly tickling her sides.
"Alice told me…there's lots of words…there's…"
Luckily the conversation had been cut short by the nurse from paediatrics coming in to check on Evie. Unfortunately, that was the last real bit of spark we'd seen from Evie for a long while.
"Creepy guy was always shouting and poking me…he kept pulling my hair…and him and the lady always pulled me by my arm over the sofa." Evie sniffled, pulling me out of my memory. I tightened my grip on her. Carlisle reached out and gently stroked the curls that he loved. It was wrong, but there was a part of me that wanted to cut off her curls after those two had touched them.
"Evie…you were such a brave, brave ,girl baby…Mommy and I are so proud of you and we are so so sorry that this happened to you…" Carlisle said. It was the mantra we had been repeating for what felt like forever, hoping that one day she might believe it.
"I know…but mommy it's not your fault…Claire told me scary guy and the lady were not well…in their heads…that made them…scary…mommy…you must have been really scared living with scary guy…did he do those things to you…?" Evie demanded pulling back and looking up at me.
No! NO! I was not letting that bastard torment my baby from beyond the fucking grave!
I smoothed her hair from her face. Her little face was full of concern, the little crease deep between her brows. I stroked it before leaning down to kiss it away. I couldn't lie…but…
"Yes baby…but, BUT…I ran away before it got to bad…and Daddy found me and brought me here to Forks…"
"Where you fell in love…"she stuck to Alice's story like a mantra.
"Yes we did…but I was really scared like you are…I hated it as well. But Daddy…Edward…Bella…Alice…Jasper…Emmett…Rose…Grandma Sue and Grandpa Charlie…taught me that I was safe here. They kept me safe…and loved me." My eyes never left her face, but I reached out towards Carlisle. He my hand kissed it, then placed it over his heart. Evie gave a soft sigh before cuddling more. "They told me that it wasn't my fault."
"But this is my fault." Evie said suddenly. She moved herself so she was off my lap and sitting between the two of us. This caused Carlisle to have to let go of my hand. Evie frowned at this, before taking my hand and then Carlisle's and placing them together. She then placed her little hand over the top and gave a satisfied nod. Carlisle and I both choked back sobs. God we loved this little girl.
"Evie…none of this was your fault…Claire told you that creepy guy and the lady weren't well…they didn't know what they were doing…" Carlisle began in his best doctor voice.
"But if…if…I had gone with the others…if I had listened to Adam…then creepy guy would not have got me…" she insisted. Her little body was shaking. Carlisle and I moved our hands, wrapped our arms round her and sat so she was cuddled tightly between us. I caught Carlisle's eye and saw that he was thinking the same thing I was. If Charles hadn't got her there, he would have done something even more dangerous and desperate.
"Sweetheart…I know that this is so so hard for you to understand…but I promise you…none of this was your fault…NONE OF IT." I said firmly. She said she understood, but we could still see the doubt in her eyes and we both knew that it would probably be there for a long time to come. Look how long it had taken me after all. Evie yawned and cuddled up to my side. Carlisle was now lying on his side stroking her hair.
"Mommy…"she said quietly.
"Mmm."
"Will you sing to me?" she asked. I almost cried out loud. She had always loved the way I had sung "You are my sunshine" to her. It was something I found when she was in hospital after a seizure as a baby that calmed her. But ever since that night, she seemed to find it more irritating than soothing. It was only a small thing, but something told me that I was getting a little piece of my baby back. I wanted to turn and face her properly, but my damn leg, propped up on pillows made that impossible. I shifted slightly with a little grunt, my back and butt were stiff and numb, but I wasn't going to miss this chance.
"Maybe I should sing." Carlisle said giving me a minute to get comfortable.
"Noooo Dadddy." Evie cried with, was that…please god let that be a laugh.
"Why not?" Carlisle sulked with a laugh.
"Cause you sound awful Daddy…" Evie giggled.
Carlisle grabbed his chest. "I'm crushed…" he huffed holding back a laugh.
"Sorry honey…but it's true…" I replied with a smile.
"Huh! Women! I think I need to get Adam down here…give me a bit of back up."
Evie stiffened.
"Evie…what is it baby? Love…why don't you and Adam play together anymore? Why won't you stay with Bella and Edward?" Carlisle asked. Bella and Edward hadn't said anything, but I could tell that they were hurt by Evie's snub. And they had told me that Adam had been playing up a bit as well. He had been playing with his other friends, including an older boy that tended to pick on him a little and goad him into things. When Edward had finally confronted him, he had admitted that Adam wanted to play with Evie desperately. They were best friends…double trouble..but like Evie, blamed herself for what happened to her. Adam still blamed himself for not doing enough when she was snatched. He hated himself for falling over.
"But…that's…that's just dumb." Evie huffed when I explained.
"Evie…Adam's not dumb…he's just a Cullen man…they all think they have to be so tough." I said with a laugh. Carlisle growled.
"But…Adam can't help falling over…he doesn't do it all the time…just when he's nervous." Evie said.
"You know that…I know that…but Adam…well he doesn't, he thinks you're mad at him. He won't even sign up to T- Ball."
"No…but he's…really…really good." Evie said between deep yawns.
It looked like she was going to spending the night in our bed.
"Well maybe you can tell him that baby." I said stroking her face.
"Uh…huh.." she said. Her eyelids drooping.
Evie wasn't fully healed, but little by little we saw more of her return.
One of the first things she did was go and see Adam. She wanted to go quickly, but with my cast I was slow. I wanted to wait for Bella to come and get her, but Evie's whining was going straight through my head. There was a path that ran from the end of our garden skirting the small lake, to Edward and Bella's.
"You go ahead and I'll follow…but…BUT…you stay on the path…you keep behind the fence. We had put a fence round the side of the lake. Evie nodded and was gone, with only a brief look back at me. Before I began to follow, I called Bella to warn her. Five minutes later, whilst I was still picking my way carefully down the path on my crutches I received a text from Bella. I stopped and after a bit of juggling opened my phone.
Hurricane Evie just hit. Loud, demanding and wonderful!
Bellax
It truly was.
Carlisle had been working late at the clinic with Edward. He had had a quick shower and climbed into bed. Asleep as she was, Evie had moved so that her hand was touching his arm
"Hi…" I breathed softly looking at him. God I loved this man so much.
"Heh…" he smiled, reaching across and letting his fingers lightly stroke my cheek. "How are my girls?"
"Well your little girl fell asleep about half an hour ago…oh, she would like us to buy a bigger fridge."
"Um…why?"
"We're running out of room for her art work!" I chuckled softly.
"We have god knows how many walls…"
"Ah yes…but to show art of to its best potential, you need the right lighting…she was watching an art show on museums with me…after a thorough survey of the house…our little Picasso decided that the fridge was the only place fit to show her creations." I laughed. She stired slightly and I stroked her hair.
"And how is my big girl?"
"Cranky…this cast itches like crazy. I can't wait for next week when it can come off" I huffed.
"You haven't been scratching again…"
"No!" I grumped. I had, when the cast first started to itch, used a long knitting needle. The only thing was, I had pushed it down too far and it had got stuck. This had led to an embarrassing trip to the emergency room in Port Angeles to get the cast cut off, the needle removed and my by now embarrassingly hairy leg recast.
"Would you like me to try and distract you?" Carlisle asked lowly. His eyes no longer hooded with fatigue, but lust.
"Please." I moaned. It sounded so wanton, I was almost embarrassed. But it had been so long and whilst Evie had been our top priority for the last weeks and my broken leg hadn't put me in the best mood, as things had begun to settle down, we both had missed the intimacy, the release of love making.
Carlisle moved quickly but quietly as he gently pulled Evie into his arms, kissing the top of his head as he did so. She fell asleep in our bed every night, before Carlisle put her back in her own room. It went against all the rules, but it seemed to be working for us, as her nightmares were happening less often and the time she spent in her own room, before coming back in with us was getting longer. We had had two nights of four hours separation before she came back to us.
Damn. I must look awful. I was in bed wearing one of Carlisle's T-shirts and an old pair of shorts, my bad leg propped up on pillows. Quickly, I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and tried to fluff it up. I heard a soft chuckle from the doorway to my left. I looked across at Carlisle hoping my blush wasn't too obvious.
"You look beautiful." He said.
"You're biased." I huffed. He smirked as he walked to the foot of the bed. He pulled off his T-shirt and threw it behind him. Evie waking up, the fact it had been so long and the fact that we were both desperate judging by the rapidly expanding tent in Carlisle's sleep pants, meant that this was going to short but hopefully sweet. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me as I let my eyes wander over Carlisle's chest. His body was a little softer than it had been, but it still could make my mouth water. And I wasn't exactly a supermodel…I had not quite lost all the curves I had developed whilst pregnant with Evie. But Carlisle loved them and me and made sure before all this had happened, that he told me and showed me…often.
"And you're not." He smirked, but he was blushing slightly under my gaze.
"You know…I can't wait for that cast to come off either…I can't wait to feel these sexy legs wrapped around me…" he growled as he knelt on the bed. He let his hands knead the calf of my god leg and ghost up the inside of my thigh stopping at the hem of my shorts. He then repeated the process, replacing his fingers with kisses. He then, lightly kissed from the top of the cast that covered from my ankle to just below my knee up my thigh.
"Ca..rlisle…" I moaned, my fingers running through his hair as he lay his head on my thigh for a moment. He sat up, leaning forward, his weight on his hands which were either side of my head. His growing arousal brushed against my aching wet core, he caught my moan in his mouth. My arms slipped round his neck, my hands twisting in his hair before I let them slip down his back, scratching lightly before I grabbed his ass and attempted to pull him closer. He chuckled against my lips before sucking gently on my tounge. I moaned again arching as best I could towards him in desperate need of a little friction. He pulled away from my mouth and let his mouth wander from the soft skin behind my ear along my jaw and down my neck.
"So soft…taste…so good…he moaned into my neck as his lips found my collar bone. One of his hands began to palm my breast through the material of the shirt. He growled when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. He let his thumb graze across my already hard tip.
I moaned. But my movement this time caused my bad leg to fall off the stack of pillows. I hissed in pain.
"Maybe we should sto…" he began.
"Don't you dare." I almost screamed. My body was on fire with need, the coil of need in my stomach was tightening. "Just please don't tease me…it's bad for my health." I pouted. He chuckled. I raised my arms and he pulled his T-shirt off me.
"Oh god…you are so beautiful…" he moaned as he began to lave the soft skin of my breasts with his tounge.
"OHH"! I squealed as he took my nipple into his mouth grazing it with his teeth, before soothing it with his mouth.
"Haven't totally lost my touch then." He smirked.
"We're not done yet." I teased.
He growled and pulled his hips back from where he was about to roll against me, offering me a little of what I desperately needed.
"That's just mean!" I whined.
He didn't listen, he just leant forward, keeping his weight off where I so desperately wanted it and kissed me roughly. I lost myself in the kiss, moaning again. It was wanton and embarrassing, but neither of us cared. It had been so long. And what he had done was mean. But two could play that game Doctor Cullen I thought. I slipped a hand down between us, caressing his chest and stomach. I rested my hand on the band of his sleep pants.
"I…I…have missed you soo much…the feel of your body on mine…your skin…you're taste…" I moaned as I sucked on where his neck met his shoulder, before grazing the spot lightly with my teeth.
I snuck my hand past the waist of his pants onto what must,by now be his painfully hard arousal. I slowly began to stroke him.
"ESME!" He growled.
"Yes baby.?" I purred continuing my ministrations for a long moment, allowing my thumb to brush his tip, which was already moist. Then just as suddenly as I started I stopped.
"Okay…you…win…that…was mean…let me make it up to you."he ground out. In what felt like seconds, but was actually longer due to getting past my cast, we were both totally naked and I could feel his tip pressing at my aching, wet core. After a brief, but passionate kiss, Carlisle lifted wrapped my good leg round his hip giving him better access.
"Carlisle…baby…do you…need a minute…" I said. I could see all his muscles tensing. We were only playing, but it had been awhile…
"What I need…is to be…inside…you…oh FUCK!...Esme…so warm…so wet baby…" Carlisle moaned as he pressed into me slowly to give me a chance to adjust. Literally, that feeling of him stretching and caressing my inner muscles as he slid home was almost enough to send me over the edge.
"Only for you Carlisle…only you…make me feel…this waaay…oh…please baby move…pleeease." I was almost begging. Carlisle pulled almost all the way out, before slamming forward into me again a little harder. We set a clumsy rhythm of fast, deep thrusts and because of the angle we were at, it wasn't long before I felt the coil in my stomach snap and warmth begin to wash over my body as my muscles began to contract around Carlisle's pulsing member.
"OH…ungh…I'm…I'm…" was all I managed to stammer before I felt myself come undone. I wanted to scream, but I managed to keep it down to a deep moan as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I felt rather than heard Carlisle's release as he twitched and grew inside me before letting himself spill into me in waves. But just as I thought I was coming down from the almost painful intensity of my orgasm, Carlisle found the strength to thrust into me gently again three more times brushing my little bundle of nerves with each pass, pushing me over a smaller but still pleasurable edge. I pulled him down and let loose my squeaks of pleasure in his mouth as I claimed it in a kiss. Carlisle collapsed ontop of me for a long moment and I wrapped my arms around him holding him in place. I had always loved feeling his weight pressed against me.
"You are…so…stunning…love you…missed you…feel…so damn…good." He moaned into my neck kissing it softly. "love you…so much."
"I love you too." I said, my hands running through his hair, before lightly scratching down his back and squeezing his ass. He loved my legs, I loved his ass.
After a whimper from me, he pulled out of me and rearranged us so that we were both under the covers. We were both also dressed incase Evie came back in. I had my head turned on my pillow and was looking into his face that was close to mine as he lay on his side. He sweetly kissed my nose and forehead.
"So have I lost my touch?" he smirked, but also looked a little nervous. I reached up and awkwardly stroked his face. Carlisle still worried that as he got older, he wouldn't be enough for me…physically. It was sweet, but totally unnecessary. If anything I found the man more attractive and sexy as he aged. His face had genuine laughter lines, although he always moaned that "nothing was that funny." His hair was more grey, but it suited him and his body…did it for me every time.
"Uh no…infact…you're touch seems to be getting even better with age." I purred. He smiled and looked genuinely relieved. "Carlisle…you…nobody else makes me feel the way you do…damn it man, there are men half your age that can't find a G-spot with a map and both hands…and multiple orgasm's…they probably think they're cocktails."
"Well…another thing age has taught me…I believe the cocktail is called a screaming orgasm…and I really can't wait till…I can help you achieve one without the aid of alcohol." He growled in my ear.
"Okay…so someone got some last night." Rose sang with an evil smirk on her face. She and Emmett had wanted to come and see us before the inducement in two days time. The boys had gone down to Edward and Bella's to watch the game whilst Bella and the kids had come up here. Ever since I had been Rose's "aunty" we had been close and I was flattered that she had come to me for some hand holding and encouragement before the big day.
"Got some what Auntie Rose?" Adam asked sweetly as he came into the lounge carefully carrying a lemonade for Rose. Bella shot Rose an evil glare.
"Sleep honey…Glamma was telling me that her leg was really itchy and she doesn't get much sleep… she keeps Papa Carlisle up…" Rose grinned as she took the drink from him.
"Oh…but your cast is coming off soon isn't it Glamma?" Adam asked seriously.
"Yes honey and I can't wait!" I laughed. It was true I couldn't, especially if it meant I could have a repeat of last night. I might even where my Loubiton heels seeing as Carlisle had been such a good boy.
"ADDDAAAM." Evie bellowed from the dining room where they were painting…my dining table a rainbow of colours no doubt.
"Come here gorgeous boy…you are going to make someone a wonderful husband one day…handsome…smart…and you look after your lady without moaning like your uncle Em does." Rose said. She pulled Adam down and gave him a noisy kiss on the cheek leaving a large lipstick mark.
"AUNTY ROSE!" Adam huffed rubbing his cheek, only serving to smear the lipstick. We all laughed.
"ADAAAAM." Evie bellowed from the dining room. They were in there probably putting more paint on the table than the paper.
"I'M COMING…You know…I might get a wife one day…as long as there as pretty and nice as you guys are…but I don't think I'll have a girlfriend…especially if there anything like Evie…so damn noisy." He grumped as he ran out of the room.
"Damn that boy is going to break some hearts…charming…handsome." I sighed. Bella was grinning smugly.
"They'll have to get past Bella first." Rose teased Bella.
"Damn right! No skanky ho is getting her claws into my baby…" Bella growled. "And you can laugh…someday…there are gonna be two women trying to take your baby boys from you." Bella shot back. Rose growled, she hadn't thought of that. Bella and I pitied the poor Goldilocks who tried, cause Rose was going to be one mean Mamma Bear.
The afternoon passed pleasantly until Rose, who had been shifting uncomfortable suddenly let out a yell of pain and doubled over. Bella grabbed her phone and called her house for Emmett and the boys. There was no answer. I was sitting on the edge of the couch trying to keep a now tearful Rose calm.
"Esme…I'm frightened." She hissed grabbing my hand tightly. She always acted tough, but underneath was a vulnerable, emotional woman.
"I know baby…but just think…a few hours from now… all the years of pain…it'll all be replaced by two…beautiful babies…you've fought so hard for this Rosie my darling…you just have to be brave a little bit longer." I said smoothing her hair from her face and kissing her forehead. My heart sputtered with love and pride.
"Adam…I need you to run home and get Daddy and Uncle Em." I heard Bella say.
"By myself."Adam queried.
Adam was still nervous of running.
"Yes…I have to stay here with the girls…Aunty Rose needs me." Evie announced pompously.
"What can you do?" Adam demanded.
Rose glanced at Evie before saying
"Please Adam."
Adam looked torn, but he had always had a special bond with Rose. "Okay Auntie Rose… I've gotta look after my lady." he said. He quickly turned and pecked her on the cheek before racing out the room.
"Damn! If only he was thirty years older!" Rose laughed.
Bella made a strangled noise in her throat.
"You calling me a skanky ho Swan?" Rose demanded. Their replies were cut off by another contraction. When it passed, Rose looked at Evie who was sat on the floor wide eyed.
"What are you up too madam…sending him off by himself?"
"Nothing."
"Evie…you know he's nervous of running in case he falls." I said.
"He won't…not this time." Evie said quietly. And she was right. He arrived back at the house a few minutes later on Edward's shoulder's, beaming from ear to ear.
"I did it Evie…I ran all the way there and I never fell over…and I was running really fast." I heard him puff proudly.
"See…I told you you could do it." Evie replied happily. She looked at me then, there was a twinkle in her eye. Sneaky little…but at that moment, my heart was so full of pride for the two of them.
"Right don't panic Rosie…everything's going to be fine…I'm here now…" Emmett said, he was panicking, his large frame shaking.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?"
"They had the TV up REALLY loud." Adam burst out.
"Now is not the time to snitch on me shortie…especially since you've got my wife's lipstick on your cheek." Emmett growled. Adam blushed then blanched.
"You leave my little hero alone…he's been taking really good care of me…and he was here when I needed him." Rose snapped at Emmett before smiling at Adam. Emmett came to stand infront of Adam, who almost fell backwards trying to look at his face. Emmett kept his face somber for a minute before he grinned and held out a huge fist to Adam's little one.
"Thanks little dude."
"S'alright Uncle Em…I got your back." Adam replied bumping fists with Emmett. We all couldn't keep the laughter back, but I saw Bella mentally planning to keep a closer eye on where his vocabulary came from.
"Right Rosie…I'll get the car."
"If it's not too much trouble." She ground out. They were going straight to the hospital now as she was so close to her induction and with twins, the doctor's didn't want to take any chances. Carlisle and Edward helped Rose up and supported her as we made our way to the door. Bella was going with her as support. I was meant to, but then my leg had happened. We were there standing in the doorway, when Emmett's car pealed down the drive at speed. Leaving Rose standing with us on the doorstep.
"He didn't just…" Edward said in disbelief.
"HE DID!"Rose laughed shaking her head.
Bella was on the phone to Alice and we heard her laughter through the phone. Carlisle managed to control himself enough to call Emmett.
"Dad…can't talk now…gotta get Rosie to the hospital." Emmett said, his voice echoing tinnily through the loud speaker of Carlisle's phone.
"Yes son…I know that…but that might be a bit easier…if Rose was IN. THE. CAR."
There was silence for a moment, before
"OH! SHIT!" came from Emmett quickly followed by the sound of him pulling a U turn.
The children were in hysterics. But Evie's stopped when Rose asked if I could come to the hospital. It would mean being away from her for longer than we had ever been.
"It's just my mom isn't here…and I'm a bit scared…especially if Emmett freaks out." She explained. Rose's parents had never forgiven her for giving up a lucrative modeling career which Rose's mother had forced her into to live her own dreams to marry Emmett. I was flattered she asked me, but I didn't want to stand on Bella who she'd asked first's toes. She said she was glad of the help, not only keeping Rose calm but also Emmett.
"Okay…she is the best when it comes to making you feel better when you're scared." Evie said. I snatched her up and hugged her tightly too me. "I love you my big brave girl…and I'll see you soon I promise." Carlisle, Edward and the children were going to come to the hospital a bit nearer the time.
At that moment Emmett appeared back in front of the house. He climbed out and held his head down to her. Rose would slap Emmett on the side of the head when he did something really stupid.
"What and risk damaging what little brain you have left!" Rose huffed.
Emmett floored it for most of the way to Seattle. Rose was luckily still in the range that an an epidural was possible. She took it gratefully and let herself drift.
Emmett was fascinated by the contraction machine and took childish delight in watching the monitor build to a crescendo, before informing Rose that she was about to have another.
"Dear Lord…all those slaps to the head…I am so sorry…I won't do it again if you will just…SHUT HIM THE HELL UP!" she growled.
As it was twins, Rose was moved into theatre when it came time to push. And Bella and I had to change into scrubs to accompany her. The leg of mine had to be ripped a little to take my cast. I had called the rest of the family a little before then, but despite the speed Carlisle drove, they arrived five minutes after baby boy one was born.
Baby boy two was taking his time and it looked like he was coming out butt first. Emmett was apologizing profusely to Rose for their son inheriting his lazy big butt. Bella and I came out to the waiting room to give Rose and Emmett a bit of privacy. After checking on everyone, Bella and I headed back via a trip to the bathroom. It was in there that Bella had blushing beet red had asked me if Carlisle had looked at me with the undisguised lust that Edward had her when he had seen her in scrubs. I had had to admit that he had. His eyes had darkened and although we were in public, I had felt him squeeze my ass!
"So…I'll order you a pair when I order my own then." She laughed.
"Oh hell yes." I replied. It had been awhile since we had played Doctor's and nurses.
Rose had been in labour for eight hours when she finally delivered baby boy two. We all crowded in to say hello. Rose was uncomfortable, they weren't small boys. Breech baby had been 8lb 11oz, she had needed quite a few stitches, but she was glowing with happiness. And if it were possible, Emmett stood taller. He was exstatic, booming with laughter whilst tears coursed down his face. And seeing that gentle giant of a man tenderly cradling those precious babies, both of whom had Emmett's curly hair, but one blonde, one black, had me seeking out an equally emotional Papa Carlisle for a cuddle.
"Family…I would like you to meet my sons." Emmett said proudly. This fine figure of a man is named after the two men I have had the privilege to call "Dad", James Carlisle McCarty Cullen." Emmett said holding up the first twin. Carlisle hid a sob in a cough. He was bursting with pride and emotion. "Well, I think I can safely speak for James when I say that it has been us, that have had the privilege to call you son…and those two boys will soon now how lucky they are to have you as their father." He said.
"My other, equally as handsome, but already difficult son…is named Masen Edward McCarty Cullen, after the man I have had the honour to call my brother." Emmett growled at Edward. Edward's eyes were shining with tears as he punched Emmett on the shoulder.
"The honour is all mine brother." He said softly.
"Damn It! What a time to have run out of waterproof mascara." Alice squeeked.
"Why is everyone crying? This is a good thing…" Evie asked.
"These are happy tears baby…very happy tears…" I said pulling her onto my lap.
Eventually the babies were taken down into the nursery so Rose could rest. Evie insisted on going to see them once more before we left. We met Emmett there, gazing through the glass with a soppy grin on his face. He was smitten.
"Heh squirt!" he said hoisting her up so she could see.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"They are very cute…well done Em." She laughed kissing his cheek. She leant her head against his. "I think Masen is the cutest." She said.
"Evie! They're both beautiful I said sharply.
"Yeah…but Masen is big and cuddly like Emmett…and he has his dimples." She argued. It was true, Masen did have Emmett's dimples.
Emmett turned his head to look at her.
"I'm not sure how cuddly I am anymore you know…I haven't given anyone a cuddle in ages." He said.
"You fibber! I saw you giving mom a cuddle earlier." Evie squeaked.
"Well yeah…but that's not a proper bone crusher…there is only one person who I can give a bone crusher to who doesn't moan …just gives me one back." he said seriously.
"Who's that?" Evie asked.
"Uh! Doh! Only the bestest, toughest little sister ever…" he teased.
"That's me!" Evie squealed as she recognized Emmett's nickname for her that she hadn't heard in so long. And although Emmett's hug was probably hard, he was seriously holding back.
"So it is…so you ready to show me what you got…it's been awhile squirt…I think you're lookin a little puny."
"Hah! Bring it on…" Evie taunted.
Emmett did just that, wrapping her in a huge cuddle that almost hid her from sight. I saw Evie's little arms warp round his neck before I looked away tears streaming down my cheeks. Thank you God. I whispered.
" I think I'll ask my Rosie if we can have a little girl next." he said. "The boys need a little sister."
"She won't be the bestest or the toughest though." Evie mumbled.
"No there's only one little sister like that…and she's mine. And I won't let anyone else have her." Emmett said softly.
AN; So welcome to the family James and Masen! I hope it was as good as you guys hoped. Next chapter will show Siobhan meeting the Cullen women! Daddy Emmett changing diapers. There was drama and angst in this chapter, but I had to show the fall out from the last chapter. Believe me when I say, Rose is not trivializing Platt's death, it's her opinion and mine. Okay now I'm going to be totally shameless. Today is my birthday (honestly), please show me and the twins some love and maybe as a present get us to a hundred reviews!
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