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Summery – After Carlisle meets Bella in the hospital that first time he goes home after his shift to talk to Esme – 2003

Prelude to a Beginning

By:

AngelBabs81 and potterfan2006

After finishing off the paperwork in his office, Carlisle drove home. Today was a close call for his family. He and Edward would have to talk about his actions earlier, whether the boy liked it or not. But first, he wanted to go home to his wife's arms. He felt like this was something he needed to discuss with her first, since there had been many times in the past where they had talked about Edward's aloneness. Was it finally the time for Edward to find the one he wanted to be with? Bella seemed like a wonderful girl, but he was still unsure. After pulling into the garage, Carlisle went to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothing.

Esme walked in on him changing and gave a low whistle of appreciation as she saw his hard chest without a shirt. "Hello handsome," she said coyly.

Carlisle turned to view Esme, smiling himself. She always wore elegant clothing, even if she stayed around the house "Hello beautiful," he said to her and walked to her, not even worrying about a shirt. He leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.

Esme moaned into the kiss then pulled away slightly and whispered into his lips "I love you," then reclaimed his lips for another kiss.

Carlisle wrapped his arms around her, relishing in the kiss for a few minutes. He pulled away and smiled, resting his forehead on hers. "Have you talked to Edward?" he asked, running his hands up and down her back.

Esme smiled but looked confused, "no, should I have?" she asked. "I know he was late getting home from school but I thought nothing of it," she commented.

"No, no," Carlisle assured. "Edward just had... a bit of an accident at school today." Carlisle moved away from Esme. "Part of me is mad at him, but another is happy for him," Carlisle informed, making no sense whatsoever. He took a seat on the side of their bed.

Esme sat with him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked.

"The new girl, Chief Swan's daughter," Carlisle began, looking at Esme. "I think Edward has fallen in love with her. And today, he risked all us to save her from being crushed by a van."

Esme sat there looking stunned. "Edward did what?" Esme asked in a whisper while shaking her head.

Carlisle sighed. "Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed Edward... from across the lot. Rosalie is pissed, if you hadn't noticed. I don't think she will forgive Edward for putting us in danger." He shook his head. "I'm wary about what tomorrow will bring... hopefully nothing."

Esme exhaled. "Don't get me wrong, I want Edward to find love and I hope Miss Swan is the one for him but..." she paused then sighed as she could not find anything else to say.

Carlisle sighed with her. "I know. I'm feeling the same way." Carlisle wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. He pulled them down to lie on the bed, Esme's head resting on his chest. "Miss Swan seems to know what she saw, which is the truth, but we can't let her know. She is pushy, though," Carlisle added with a small chuckle.

Esme laughed as well. "Now who does that remind you of," she asked but it was more of a comment than a question as she closed her eyes and kicked off her high heel shoes, contented to stay in his arms forever.

After a short but comfortable silence, she looked up at Carlisle, "so, what should be done about Edward?" she questioned tracing patterns on his chest with her index finger.

Carlisle chuckled at her first comment and then responded to her following statement. "I need to talk with him," Carlisle stressed "I".

"Don't be too harsh on him," Esme warned. "I mean, when Rosalie got home she was already mad at Edward and now I know why." Esme chuckled. "If Edward really loves Miss Swan we will have to tell her eventually".

"I think while I am at it, Kitty and I will have a talk," Carlisle spoke, calling his "daughter" by his pet name for her. "But it doesn't have to be right now." Carlisle said, suggestion in his tone.

Esme stopped caressing his chest, pulled herself up to look at him and kissed him passionately on the lips. "Yes, it can wait," she said in a lust-filled voice.

The End