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Summery – Esme and Rosalie have some alone time to talk. – 1936 (Thanks to twilight1987 for the idea)

Girl Talk

By:

AngelBabs81 and potterfan2006

It was one of those quiet evenings that were rare in the Cullen household. The reason being was that Carlisle had taken Emmett and Edward to feed while the girls, Esme and Rosalie, stayed home. Esme was curled up with a book by the fireplace that heated their home, the lantern providing light to the pages.

Rosalie walked to the room where Esme was and knocked on the open door. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. Rosalie had a book in her hand as well.

Esme looked up from her book and nodded, "no, not at all." Esme uncurled her legs from beneath her and smiled to the younger woman. "It's cold tonight, isn't it?" Esme began conversation.

Rosalie sat herself down on a chair close to the fire. "It is," Rosalie acknowledged, opening her book and leafing though the pages until she found the page where she had left off.

"What are you reading?" Esme asked, using her finger as a bookmark as she closed her own book to focus on Rosalie.

Rosalie looked up from her book, "I am reading a book of Edger Allen Poe poems," she replied looking back down at her book.

"Quote the Raven, "never more"," Esme quoted and let a soft giggle fill the room. "That's about all I know of Mr. Poe," she admitted, smiling.

Rosalie smiled and closed her own book. "I really like him. He has this dark personality that I find very intriguing," she said sitting the book on her lap.

"Thus my reason for not liking him," Esme informed. "I prefer my stories of old."

Rosalie shrugged her shoulders and started reading her book again. "To each her own, I guess," she responded.

Esme nodded and lifted up her book, "The Odyssey". Inside, Esme was struggling. These times with Rosalie were rare and she wanted to talk to the young woman who was supposed to be her "daughter" and not spend the time reading their respectable books. But Esme was unsure of what to talk about with Rosalie. "How is your relationship with Emmett going?" Esme blurted before thinking twice about it.

Rosalie sat her book down again. "It's going great," she said. "I never thought that I would find someone good like him to be in my life." She paused for a moment. "If only we met when I was still human," she said rather bitterly under her breath.

Esme heard the bitter tone and sighed softly. "I had wished that many times with Carlisle," she informed Rosalie. "It never fails most the time," she continued. "Carlisle always says 'then we would have never met because I would have been dead hundreds of years ago', and he is right, of course."

Rosalie chuckled. "You're right. Even though Emmett and I were born the same year we never would have met as humans because I was part of a rich family and he really wasn't and the fact remains we grew up in different places."

"I always believe there is a reason for everything that happens to us, whether good or… bad," Esme spoke, adding the "bad" in a softer tone. "If my child had survived, I would not be with Carlisle, or you, Emmett, and Edward. We would not be sitting cozily by this fire talking."

Rosalie sat her book aside and got up to sit on the couch next to Esme and put her arm around her. "Yes, very true," she said. "And, in that case, I am glad to have you as my mother. I am glad things turned out they way they did. But it still makes me sad that you lost your baby, and Esme, I am so sorry for that," she said sincerely, hugging Esme close.

Esme closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Rosalie as well. "Thank you, dear," Esme spoke softly. "He'd be a teenager today," Esme added with a light chuckle. Esme lifted her hands to wipe away invisible tears from her cheek.

Rosalie smiled. "Well, now instead of one, you have three," she said resting her head back on the couch next to Esme shoulder.

"Three grown children," Esme laughed and rested her head back as well. "What about you, Rosalie? I know you desired children. Have you accepted what life has thrown at you?"

Rosalie sighed then. "I have my days where I am content to be who I am, but on days like today when I have too much time to think I miss what I could have had. I used to dream about a little boy with dimples and curly hair," she said in a wistful tone, "and some times I resent the fact that my friend was able to have a nice family and a little boy to call her own and fate cheated me from that."

"Part of you fights with another part of yourself, whether you had rather die that night in the alley or be alive today with Emmett. It's a constant tug-a-war. I know that feeling," Esme assured Rosalie, placing her hand on Rosalie's hand and squeezing gently and lovingly.

Rosalie squeezed Esme's hand back. "Will this struggle ever get any easier?" she questioned.

"I think it weakens over time, but no matter how much time passes, there will always be that speck of divergence that will creep up at the moments we are weakened, whether it is due to hunger or sadness. The desire to have a child of your own will never dissipate, because you are with a man you love more than life itself and because of who we are, our love is eternal."

Rosalie smiled as the front door opened and the boys came back in from their hunt. "I want to thank you Esme for everything that you do for me and for this family," she said as she heard a crash downstairs. Rosalie laughed. "That must have been Emmett," she said.

"I hope we have times like this to share again, Rosalie," Esme got out before the crash. A laugh came from her as she urged the younger woman to stand up and go to Emmett.

"I wish that as well, Esme." As Rosalie hurried out the door and down the steps, she yelled, "Emmett Cullen, back away from the breakables!"

Carlisle passed Rosalie in the hall, letting her know that Edward was with Emmett and then entered the room where Esme sat and joined her, not saying a word, but wrapping his arm around her and holding her.

The End