SM OWNS ALL THINGS TWILIGHT.
AN; OK, so I said that there was only the epilogue to come if you wanted it and apparently you do! But something else several of you have hinted at is that you would like to see Carlisle and Esme have a little fun on their vacation, god knows they deserve it! So, here we go. Every single one of your reviews are important to me, please keep hitting that little button! But I would like to dedicate this chapter to Julie…thankyou. M RATED for lemon action
ES POV
"That print I saw is so Alice…it would so go with the swimwear part of her collection. Although, since the shoot with International magazine, the new clients she has and getting a show of her own together, I really worry that the poor little pixie is going to explode." I rambled to Carlisle as we stepped out of the little store and came blinking back into the sunlight of the small little market place where we had been shopping.
"Well if she doesn't you just might. Esme slow down love please…we are on vacation, we have plenty of time…we are here for eleven more days…ten more sleeps." He said teasing me with the words I had used to tease him when I went away. He pulled me to a halt and I gave a little squeal as he pulled me flush against him.
"Alice will be fine. Jasper will not let her get too out of control and Evie will not sit quietly by and be ignored, fashion show or not. Alice promised her some girly time and Evie will make sure she gets it."
"I really thought that Evie would have preferred staying with Rose Emmett and the boys."
Carlisle huffed a laugh. "Mmm, I think Evie has had enough quality Emmett time for awhile…he can be…difficult to live with. And I think the novelty of the boys and their dirty diapers has worn off, she learnt the hard way that they are not dolls. Now back to this swimwear."
"What Alice's swimwear?" I asked confused.
"No, the swimwear you promised you'd wear for me…a bikini I think you said." He growled.
"Ah, I remember saying something about a swimsuit…you were the one that mentioned bikini's not me." I laughed wrapping an arm round his waist and snaking my other hand round his neck.
"That's right, I remember now, I was attempting to persuade you…"
"By doing some very…naughty things with your tounge." I whispered, my fingers starting to work through his hair.
"And did my method of persuasion work?" he asked. His voice, low and gravelly but with a velvet soft edge, combined with the intense look of love, laughter and lust in his eyes made me forget everything but the desire and need that was crackling through my body.
"You know…it was a while ago and…" Carlisle silenced me by catching my mouth in a kiss. His lips moving firmly against mine, before he tilted my head and tangled his hand in my hair, his tounge insistently traced my lower lip until I gave him entrance to my mouth, where he proceeded to tease, taste and torture me until I was moaning into his mouth and having to push him away slightly so I could breathe.
"I have black, white, red, spots, stripes…you choose." I almost pleaded as I let my head fall against his neck whilst I got my breath back.
"Don't worry beautiful…I will." He chuckled softly. I had to stand for a long moment, holding tightly to Carlisle's waist to stop my knees from giving out.
"Are you alright?" he asked genuinely concerned as I continued to stay quiet. I just nodded dumbly. The kiss hadn't been that long, but damn. The little side street we were standing in wasn't that busy, but our little display hadn't gone unnoticed. Not that I cared. This was my man. My husband, I…the thought of me in a bikini did that to him! If I had the energy I would have been strutting down that street! Carlisle kissed me sweetly on the forehead and the lips. We began to walk further along the street, Carlisle's arm snaked round my waist holding me tight to his side.
"Drooling over sports cars and now very public, damn hot public displays of affection, if I didn't know you better Doctor Cullen, I would swear that you were having a delayed midlife crisis." I said finally. Carlisle had spent nearly forty minutes deep in conversation with a fellow tourist we had met at the restaurant we ate in last night, the man had driven his vintage Aston Martin down instead of flying.
"Aston Martins, especially the classic ones are beautiful, but when I hit midlife I got something much better and a hell of a lot classier than a car…I got me a younger woman." He said matter of factly.
"So she's classy huh?"
"Extremely, smart too…has her own business." He replied.
We were laughing, teasing each other, something we hadn't done for so long, it felt wonderful and I was so glad that we could still do it.
"So, you're a man of lesuire then?"
"No, you see she's feisty my lady, always needs a challenge, I've got to keep on my toes…keep her interested, don't let her realize that there are other, younger men…better men…"
It was my turn to pull Carlisle to a halt. I held his face in my hands and looked him right in the eyes. There was still laughter and teasing, but genuine concern and worry.
"Do you really think she would think that?" I asked. How could he think that? Jesus what type of wife was I that I let him think that?
"She could…we've been through a hell of a lot…never had chance to a have a lot of fun…just be us…" he replied.
"She…she could be worried that you feel the same way, that she's too much work, that it's all too much drama." I replied voicing my own deep fear. The last few months we had been trying to get over our nightmare with Charles and Siobhan. Start learning to live without fear and we had been doing okay, but this conversation had needed to happen. And if we had to do it in the middle of the street in third person so be it. I would do whatever it took to make this wonderful man who I adored, understand how much I loved, needed and wanted him.
"Never happen…you see…I couldn't imagine my life without her…she's everything to me…all I want, all I need, will ever need." He said fiercely, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
"Well women's intuition tells me that she feels exactly the same about you. And that she's going to spend not only the rest of this vacation, but the rest of her life trying to show you that. Because all your trouble, all your pain…it's over now isn't it." I wasn't asking him, I was trying to tell him, that I was letting it go. He nodded.
"Say it…please say it." I said.
"It's over." He replied with conviction.
"It is…it is…I promise…" I whispered peppering his face with kisses. The kiss that followed was short but incredibly tender and helped both of us say what we couldn't find the words to. We stood, just holding each other for a moment.
"I forgot to ask, this younger woman of yours, is she pretty?"
"No, she's not pretty." He replied, his face dead straight, his tone almost bored. I didn't want to play this game anymore I thought. All the emotion and passion had left me feeling strangely vulnerable.
"No." I squeaked.
"Nope…" he was smirking! He was enjoying this!
"She's stunning." He replied.
I snorted out a very unattractive laugh of relief and disbelief.
"Smooth recovery, a little corny perhaps and you really were only about thirty seconds away from getting a fat lip, but smooth none the less." I growled.
"Thank you my love…I do try…" Carlisle laughed catching my hand and kissing my palm sweetly. For the first time in a long time, Carlisle was really laughing, it didn't last long but it was a deep, rich sound that I could feel vibrating in his chest. We had been in Cabo San Lucas in Mexico for four days and Carlisle had already started to tan, something that was shown off to good effect by the open necked white shirt and stone coloured linen pants he was wearing. But as handsome as he looked, it was his face, which seemed to have lost years and that slightly strained stressed look just in the few moments since our conversation that caused the breath to catch in my throat with an intense feeling of love and need. His eyes were bright and I saw for the first time in what felt like forever, my Carlisle, the kind, caring, loving man I had fallen in love with. Our relationship had never been conventional and we had been through more in the six and a half years we had been together than most couples would go through in a life time, births, deaths, marriages, violence, but we had survived it all together. I loved Evie, my baby girl, our daughter more than my own life and she would I would tell her, show her that everyday in words and actions. But now, with the nightmares of my past finally laid to rest, I also had the time and the energy to really show my husband how much I loved him. I couldn't wait.
"Heh beautiful, where did you go?" Carlisle asked, tucking a lock of hair back behind my ear. I hadn't realized I had been so quiet and staring off into space.
"Hmm…oh, I was just thinking how much I love you, even though you do have an unhealthy obsession with my legs in a bikini." I replied.
This time, I was treated to a full, loud, head thrown back deep laugh that had people stopping and staring at us…again, but I didn't care.
"No love…I have an unhealthy obsession with your legs period." Carlisle said finally. He kissed me lightly, but tenderly. "But it's no worse than your thing for my ass." He growled against my lips. I huffed a laugh and proceeded to gently squeeze said ass gently, much to the amusement of the onlookers.
I did manage to slow down and Carlisle and I not only enjoyed the facilities of our private villa, we also had access to those of the nearby five star resort. That was where we met Hank and Jill. Hank was a proctologist and was thrilled to discuss the "in's and out's" of his work in great detail with Carlisle, lecturing him loudly about how he had to take care of himself now he was getting up there in years. Carlisle was a man known for his endless patience and bedside manner, but it was being pushed to it's limits, especially as Hank get mentioning Carlisle's age, something he was a little touchy about. Jill was a "home maker"and sweet enough, until she started making me feel bad about having interests outside the home. When I informed her that I owned my own business, she looked at me as if I had grown another head!
"Apparently, due to the fact that I work and do not spend 24/7 telling her how wonderful she is, Evie is going to become an underachieving, bed wetting crack whore who has two kids by the time she is sixteen." I said matter of factly as Carlisle and I enjoyed lunch at a restaurant as far away from the resort as possible.
"Well as long as she's happy. Not that I'll be here to see it, apparently I'm going to be consumed from the inside out by my ever enlarging prostate." Carlisle replied as he flicked through a guide book.
"Do you think that will be before or after you run off with your secretary?" I asked wanting to take the focus away from anything like the horrible thought of Carlisle getting ill. Apparently Jill had already forgiven Hank for his little indiscretion with his secretary.
"Oh after, you see my secretary that was the younger woman I was telling you about." He said with a smirk.
"Really, a little cliché though don't you think?"
Carlisle shrugged his shoulders. "What could I do? She seduced me? It was her legs…went on for miles…"
"And there I was thinking that Sue was the shy, quiet type."
"Don't you believe it! Sue has her moments, she was shameless in some of the things she did to get Charlie interested." Carlisle chuckled.
"And if people notice anything about Olivia, it tends to be her chest more than anything." I said. Olivia was a local woman, quiet but with a big heart to go with her unfortunately large and often painful chest. She was working two jobs to save for the reduction surgery. Despite trusting Carlisle and knowing he was more a leg than a breast man, both Bella and I had felt pangs of jealousy when we saw her. Which we felt very guilty over when we got to know her. She explained that people, especially women always seemed to see her hooters as she called them before they saw her and it made them hostile. But Olivia was very happily married and guarded Carlisle and Edward as fiercely as both Sue and I had, she had become a good friend.
"Quite! I'm talking about the middle one…"
"Oh her, now what was her name again? Emma, Evelyn…" I pondered.
"Her name…" Carlisle began as he leant over the table towards me, a sexy smirk twitching his lips. "is Esme…Esme…Cullen." He said as he kissed me. It was in the mid seventies, but I shivered as I had done the very first time I had heard Carlisle say my name. He made it sound so beautiful and sexy at the same time, added to that was the feel of his stubble against my cheek. Carlisle could work scruffy chic better than any male model.
"Yes, yes it is." I replied, letting my tounge stroke his lips for a moment, tasting what he had just eaten and the taste that was pure Carlisle.
"Mmm you taste nice." I murmured against his lips.
"So do you." He replied. Was it the heat? The wine? The fact that we had plenty of time and no interruptions? Neither of us knew, all we did know was that we wanted to taste a little more of each other…soon. We were loving having the time to talk, laugh, sightsee, bicker over sight seeing and generally just get closer as a couple. But something we were loving just as much was having the freedom to explore our passionate natures. We had never lost that spark, but like all parents with young children, we had to fit it in when we had time and energy.
"It is them Hank! I swear it is."
No it couldn't be. Carlisle and I froze.
"Esme! Essmmee!" I winced at the sound of Jill's voice, which always reminded me of what a cat being strangled must sound like.
"Hell no…I have plans for this afternoon that do not include them!" Carlisle growled. My irritation at the thought of being ambushed by Hank and Jill was quickly replaced by a crackle of electricity that caused my whole body to ache with need.
"C'mon." I said suddenly leaping up from my seat. Casting a quick glance towards where we heard Jill and Hanks voices, I saw them squinting over towards us and trying to make their way round the many tables. I chucked some bills on the table to cover the bill, grabbed Carlisle's hand and began to run. I could hear his shocked splutter turn into a full blown laugh as he caught up with me.
"You are a wicked woman."
"Yup!"
We ducked into a doorway far enough away so that they couldn't see us, but we could just about see them. They reached our now empty table and looked around. Surely they would give up now. But no! They started heading towards us.
"Oh for the love of…over here." Carlisle said pulling me now. We spent the next fifteen minutes ducking in and out of doorways and alleys, trying to lose ourselves in the now thickening crowd of tourists that were starting to fill the small area, but everywhere we turned they were homing in on us. We were getting annoyed, but we couldn't stop laughing! Eventually, half an hour later we managed to throw ourselves into the back of a cab and escape back to our villa. It wasn't big or clever what we had done, it was childish but it was fun.
Carlisle and I were still laughing when we were in the shower back at the villa, but my laughter turned to moans of pleasure as Carlisle's strong, but gentle hands began to soap me down.
"I think…it's clean now." I sighed as Carlisle gently kneaded my left breast, allowing his thumb to tease my aching peak. He lowered his head slightly
" you're right." He breathed, his warm breath fanning over the wet skin, causing it to tighten further and make the pleasure almost painful in it's intensity. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as he then took the nipple in his warm mouth grazing it with his teeth before taking the sting away with that dangerous tounge.
"But this one…is filthy." He said with a smirk as he lifted his head to begin all over again on the rightside. Oh no, two could play at this game. I let my hand sneak down the small gap between our bodies and took his rapidly expanding shaft in my hand. His sharp intake of breath told me that although he hadn't looked up from where his mouth was laving the soft skin of my breast, I had his attention.
"Now we…were talking about something…before our impromptu little game of hide and seek." I purred as I began to pump him slowly, He was fast becoming velvet covered steel in my hand "Can you remember what it was?"
"Nooo." He sighed. "Essmee." He growled, his kisses were becoming, sloppy and careless and he was thrusting against my hand. Carlisle could be a little shy about this particular sex act, so I loved that he was losing a little control.
"Oh yes…it was something about how nice you taste."
"Pleasse Esme…more." He moaned.
I smiled and pushed him back against the glass before letting my mouth and tounge do a little teasing as I worked my way down to where he wanted me. I kept one hand on his hip for balance whilst the other squeezed him and let my thumb make several passes over his sensitive head.
"Jesus." He moaned his head falling back and his hand twisting in my hair. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as I let my tounge taste him from base to tip a couple of times before I paid extra attention to his tip.
"Essmme."he growled warningly. Okay maybe I was teasing a little too much. He just tasted so damn good.
"Ungh, ohh…amazing…soo…good…" he rambled, as I lowered my mouth over him and I began to suck with the different pressures that I knew he loved, but it had been a while since we had been quite so intimate and I could already feel him growing and tensing, I eased the pressure slightly and looked up at him. He really was a beautiful sight. His head was still back, his eyes closed until he felt me moan against him in pleasure at the sight of him.
"Baby…I'm close…" he said suddenly, I could feel, if not see his eyes fix on me. "So sexy…sooo" he trailed off as I let my teeth gently graze his length twice, before I swallowed roughly which worked his tender tip and my hand cupped his balls. "Oh god…Esme…yes…yes…please…a little harder." He always sounded so uncertain. I increased the pressure both on his length and his balls and it was barely a minute before I felt his grip tighten in my hair and his orgasm spilling over my tounge and down my throat whilst he told me how sexy I was.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked as he lay on the bed watching me whilst I sorted myself out at the dressing table.
"The first time I went down on you…you held your stomach in…"
"I did not!" he said quickly, but his blush gave him away.
"Well, I did, first time you…anyway, I was just thinking although you didn't have to then, you definitely don't have to now. All those trips to Emmett's gym have paid off…" his blush grew deeper. "You have a pretty impressive stomach and abs there." I said. Carlisle didn't have a six pack or wash board stomach, but he was a lot more defined than he had been and I loved running my hands over him.
"Well my love…I thought I should make the effort seeing as you have been working so hard with your thigh master." He shot back.
"The little snitch! I am so accidently on purpose losing her Justin Beiber CD!" I cried as I realized that despite my bribe, Evie had ratted me out!
"CD! Hah, I had to fork out for the access all areas DVD and the bedroom set." Carlisle said shaking his head.
"She told me Jasper bought her that!"
I flung myself onto the bed next to him as we laughed.
"Jill would love this…prime example of what a bad mother I am…teaching my daughter to lie…bribing her…"
"It was only a small lie…and it won't happen again…too damn expensive…and just think of it this way…you may be a terrible mother, but I would never even think of running off with my secretary knowing that I had this amazingly sexy and naughty wife to come home to."
Guilt got the better of us and we made it up to Hank and Jill by going for dinner and dancing. Dancing was another thing that Carlisle were good at, but we never had the chance to do. After we had both recovered from having out toes hammered we took a couple of classes, even ending up dancing up front with the conductor at one stage to demonstrate a move. That earned us the taunts of teachers pet when we called home and told the children.
One day whilst I attended an open air arts festival Carlisle thoroughly enjoyed himself rally driving through the sand dunes. He made sure he had plenty of video to take home for the boys to watch. Another big thing in Cabo was fishing, whilst it wasn't for us, we booked Sue and Charlie a break there for their upcoming anniversary. One of the most amazing memories of the trip was when we went on the tour of the jungle canopy. Whilst I was terrified of being up so high, the flora, fauna and wild life were amazing and Carlisle was fascinated as he listened to the guide talk about all the medicinal benefits that had been found there. I kept calling him my medicine man after that, until the sound of him attempting a Sean Connery Scottish accent became too painful.
"And if you need anything sir just…"
"Yes thanks, I will…thankyou, that'll be all for now." Carlisle snapped at the young man who was crewing the boat he had hired to cruise round the Cabo bay. We had done a larger dinner cruise at night at the sight of the sky shot through with pinks, golds and oranges as the sun sank behind the rocky outcrops was breath taking. So we decided to do the cruise in the day time, but Carlisle had insisted on a private boat, especially as I had started modeling my bikini's. I had been nervous, but the way he looked at me, like he wanted to eat me, which he did more than once, gave me a sense of confidence and power I hadn't felt for ages.
"Carlisle! That was very rude." I admonished whilst trying not to laugh.
"I know…I'll apologize."
"Whilst I love that I make you act like a horny teenage boy, I do not like that you also develop the awful manners of a horny teenage boy." I said a little sharply. "I think I may do a little work on my painting." I said leaving the covered area of the deck and heading further down the boat. I heard rather than saw Carlisle's squeak of disbelief. I was being mean, but…he had to learn. Carlisle could be as stubborn as me however and he stayed away for forty five minutes, which was torture, considering he was wearing a very snug fitting pair of swimming trunks that showed off his ass in a most sinful way.
"Beautiful." He said.
"It's not bad." I replied smiling slowly, the look in his eyes which hadn't even looked at the painting told me what he meant.
"I apologized and tipped him very well." He said.
"You learnt your lesson then." I teased, he nodded.
"Damn, took you long enough! Now get yourself over here so I can shamelessly squeeze that ass." I burst out. We were behind where the crew were on the bridge and couldn't be seen.
Carlisle's face fell into several different expressions before he ground out
"Hypocritical…not…meat…used…dirty." Between laughs
With a huff of annoyance I pulled my cover up off. I was wearing a black bikini with string ties, it wasn't indecent and Alice had assured me not too young, it had a little extra material in places and I knew with my tan and the okay shape I was in, I looked pretty good. It was the most revealing I had worn. But the look on Carlisle's face was making me wonder. Was he breathing?
"Jesus…" he muttered.
"Oh hell." I said looking around for my cover. What an idiot.
"Don't…" he snapped. "Please don't cover up that…amazing…oh…god" Carlisle stammered.
"Carlisle sweetie…breathe…" I half laughed, but I was worried. I stood infront of him. He took another long minute, but he did focus and place my hands on his ass. I laughed and then moaned as he pulled me close and roughly claimed my mouth, before he began laying hot open mouthed kisses on my neck and collar bones all the time muttering "beautiful…sexy and goddess."
"Damn. I guess you and Emmett did a little buns of steel work inbewteen the weights huh?" I laughed, the intensity between Carlisle and I was a little scary. He chuckled into my neck and moaned as my hands covered his back and slipped below the waist of his shorts. He was as hard as steel against my thigh, his gaze and his kisses and touches had caused me to drench my bikini bottoms, but we were on a boat, with other people, who were being discreet, but weren't deaf. And I knew that we would be loud when we came together.
"Carlisle…baby…stop…we need to cool down…" I said in a strained voice. Jesus, I hated being the sensible one, I wanted to jump him!
"Can't…want you so bad…" he whimpered.
"I know…" I said with a smirk. I palmed him gently. What was I doing?
He replied by pushing my bottoms to one side and drawing a finger along my hot, wet folds. It was my turn to whimper
"Stay there." I said running to let the crew now we were going swimming. The water looked a million different shades of blue and was wonderfully warm, which didn't do much to help the heat between us. We swam and tried to burn off some of our energy, but ended up crushed chest to chest, my legs wrapped round him, grinding against each other for friction. Sex, especially in deep water, at our age is a no no. But we did have a good laugh
"Thank you." Carlisle said.
"For what?"
"Being my friend, my protector, my safe haven, every damn fantasy that I have ever had rolled into one…jesus, the sight of you like that…like this…still feels like I've died and gone to heaven."
"You are very much alive." I purred
"You know what I mean." He replied with a smirk. "Thank you for this vacation…"
"We needed it."
"Yes we did, but and I seriously didn't think this was possible…I love you more…seeing you laughing, relaxed, enjoying everything…listening to you talk to the locals…seeing how they looked at you, looked at me with envy, because you were with me…I saw Esme…my Esme, and I fell in love with you all over again."
My breath was coming in ragged gasps as the tears coursed down my cheeks.
"I…love you so much…" I stammered peppering his face in kisses before claiming his bottom lip and sucking gently. He moaned and shifted us in the water, his grip becoming tighter round me. This kiss, was long, lazy and tender as tounges explored, tasted and worshiped.
"We are doing this every year, for longer as Evie gets older. And I don't care if Forks gets the bubonic plague, we are having a date night if not once a week then once a fortnight." I said firmly.
"God I love it when you get masterful." Carlisle teased. I nipped playfully at his shoulder.
"You should know by now…it's you who gives me my strength…you and the children…with you by my side, I can do what I have to." I said smoothing his hair from his face. The look of love in his eyes caused me to whimper.
"We did it…we got through all the mad, bad shit that has happened to us and we're stronger than ever." Carlisle said in disbelief.
"We are unbreakable my darling." I said fiercely "We may get a little bent or frayed round the edges, but we are unbreakable."
Carlisle's eyes darkened at this, I thought he was going to argue, but instead he said "Unbreakable…I fucking love that…that is so us…UNBREAKABLE!" he yelled into the empty quiet of the ocean.
"UNBREAKABLE!" I echoed. And as I heard our voices join, I knew we were.
Carlisle was helping me back on the boat when his eyes darkened again. We had calmed down a little in the water, but our intense discussion had fired us up again.
"Carlisle!" I said as I saw him observe me through narrowed eyes as I smoothed down my wet hair. He disappeared for a minute before returning with the camera.
"Oh NO! NO!" I said grabbing my towel. He had already taken enough photos.
"Please baby…you look like a goddess…my goddess." He growled, it was corny, but he meant it and I loved it. And when would I look this good again? He was also consciously or not, giving me a little treat. His shorts getting wet made them cling even more. How long did this boat take to dock again?
I messed around for the first couple. "What, do you want me to make love to the camera?" I laughed.
"No, I want you to fuck me and soon." He growled. I couldn't help but lick my lips. He got a couple more and we were both despite our laughter getting more turned on, we were by the high rail that ran round the back of the boat when they let us know we were heading back. As the engines roared noisily to life, Carlisle spun me round so I was facing away from him and gripping the rail. My heart was pounding with shock and need.
"Esme…I'm sorry…but I need you baby…I need…" he whispered in my ear.
"Stop talking." I replied pulling at the strings of my bottoms. He slipped his hand under my hips to angle me back towards him. He quickly found I was ready for him. I could feel him shaking as he slid into me with a quiet moan, we only had a couple of minutes before the engines would get up to speed and quiet. He gave me a moment to adjust to the feel of him in this deep, tight position.
"Jesus, you're so wet and still so…tight…" he groaned.
"Move baby, please…I need…" I whimpered as I rolled my hips back against him. "You feel so good."
I met his fast deep thrusts and it wasn't long before I felt my walls begin to clamp down tightly round him. I was almost there and so was he, but I knew he didn't like to come first, so I reached for my swollen clit, only to feel Carlisle's hand cover mine, he twinned his fingers with mine and we worked my throbbing nub together.
"Oh Fuck Carlisle…oh…I…" I managed to stammer before I shattered, my cry just being drowned out by the engines of the boat which sadly went quiet just as Carlisle broke and he was forced to bury his cries none too quietly in my hair and neck.
"Esme…that was… what I did…" Carlisle walked along the jetty back to the car that was taking us back to the villa. Carlisle could be a little shy and old fashioned about sex at times even now.
"So damn hot I can't tell you…infact I still can't decide what was hotter, you taking me from behind or us touching me…I think we need to do it again so I can make up my mind."
Carlisle blushed, but laughed and his eyes darkened. "Your wish my love…will be my pleasure." He growled.
The parade to celebrate the life of the woman who was believed to be the protector of Mexico was beautiful and at the craft fair that went with it, I added another dozen things to ship home, but at the procession of mothers and children that followed after we both realized how much we missed Evie. We called and Skyped and she was being spoilt rotten by Alice, Jasper and Rose and Emmett who she saw whilst in Seattle, but we missed her and we could hear she was starting to miss us. We had had an amazing time, but it was time to go home.
There was one holiday souvenir that we didn't pick up until we were on our way home. Alice and Jasper brought Evie home the afternoon after we arrived home to allow us a chance to sleep and settle. When I finally let her go, Evie flung herself at Carlisle squealing like a demon, but she pulled up short when he winced. Alice and Jasper noticed.
"Daddy did I hurt you?"
"No honey."
"It's probably sunburn Evie…Doctor's never practice what they preach." Jasper said.
"No…he has a bandage." Evie said poking making Carlisle wince.
"Daddy?" Alice asked alarmed.
"Okay, okay, Esme and I have tatoo's." he sighed.
" Mommy, Daddy!" Alice and Evie said in disbelief. We had told Evie she was too young for a tattoo when she'd seen Emmett's
"What did you get?" Jasper asked more amused than anything.
It was easier to show them mine, which was on the base of my back. Carlisle's was on his shoulder. It was still raw but you could see the two wedding rings interlocked with the word unbreakable.
"Nice…and very true." Jasper said simply.
Alice looked a little moist eyed before she said with an evil grin. "Wait till I tell Emmett!"
AN; Okay, I hope this was okay. Please press the button and let me know. Yes, I'm still doing the epilogue. Adam's is coming along okay, but surprise surprise Evie is being a bit difficult and I do have to put the little madams first! Now as far as Hank and Jill are concerned, I think stay at home mom's are amazing women who do not get half the praise and respect they deserve, but I do have a problem with ones that make the mothers who have no choice but to go out to work feel guilty. Sorry old hang up from school days when I saw the other mums pick on my mum for working. And just incase you are wondering, I am not an underachieving, bed wetting crack whore! LOL!And sadly although I am older than 16, I do not have any children.