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Summary – Bella asks about the doll on the kitchen ledge. Takes place between New Moon and Eclipse – 2004

Author's Note – You can see the doll in the kitchen scene of the movie; on the ledge behind the television

The Doll

By:

AngelBabs81 and potterfan2006

Esme had the house to herself. Carlisle was at work. Alice had dragged Jasper to Seattle for the weekend. Rosalie and Emmett were in Port Angeles catching a new movie. And Edward had left without telling her where he was going. Loving the quietness of the house, Esme grabbed her sketchpad and pencil and curled up on the living room couch to design a new addition to their house.

Bella was tired from the past week at school as she pulled up in front of the Cullen's house on a Saturday morning. She parked her truck, grabbed her back pack, and dragged herself to the front door. "Only a few more months of school then I will graduate," she told herself as she knocked on the front door.

Esme hadn't expected company, but she put her pad and pencil aside and went to the front door. A smile on her lips, as she knew who it was, she opened the door, "Hello, Bella," she greeted in her motherly tone

Bella smiled back tiredly as she shifted her bag on her back. "Hi, Esme. Is Edward around? He and I have an English project to work on today," she said.

"No, dear," Esme responded, but opened the door wider. "He disappeared this morning and didn't tell me anything. But you are more than welcome to come in and wait for him."

"Thank you, Esme," Bella said as she trudged into the house. "Is there a place where I can study? I might as well get started on the project while I wait," Bella asked, shifting the bag again it was stating to get heavy.

"You can use the dining room table," Esme informed. "I'll be in the living room working on sketches."

"Thank you," Bella said over her shoulder as she headed to the dinning room and let out a sigh of relief as the weight was off her back. She sat down to start hers and Edwards's project. An hour later, her stomach gave a low growl. It was getting near lunch time and she was getting hungry.

Esme heard the low growl from the living room, let out a small laugh and called out, "Alice and I went grocery shopping the other day for you, Bella. You can find food in the refrigerator and cabinets."

Bella smiled. "Thanks, Esme." After stretching, she got up and headed over to the kitchen to find some food. After she made herself a sandwich, she found a glass and some ice. As she was turning to the sink to get some water, she noticed a doll and was confused, "Esme," she called out, knowing she would hear her.

"Yes?" Esme called from the living room.

"I just noticed there's a doll back here. Who does it belong to?" she asked.

There was no response. Esme was quiet in the living room as she placed her pencil and pad on the couch and stood up. She walked quietly into the kitchen and knew what doll Bella was referring to. "She is mine," Esme responded in a low voice as she came up behind Bella.

Bella jumped slightly, but turned around. "She's beautiful, Esme," she commented.

Esme reached around Bella to pick the doll up, carefully. Esme touched the hard plastic face and the satin material of the gown the doll wore. "Did you ever have a doll you just loved so much, you had to keep it?" Esme asked gently.

Bella nodded her head. "I have a doll that my mom gave me when I was a baby, but sadly it is in Jacksonville with her and Phil."

Esme smiled and added, "she is about 105 years old now," Esme informed, placing the doll back on the ledge.

Bella smiled. "I hope my doll survives that long," she commented.

Esme brushed down the skirt on the doll before turning back to Bella. "Her name is Rebecca," Esme told Bella as she started back towards the living room. "I believe that I named her after my own mom."

"My doll's name is Alice. I named her after my Aunt." She laughed than realized how that sounded out loud.

Esme laughed at the name and then smiled, "did you need help with your project?" she asked Bella.

"Would you really help me?" she asked, sounding hopeful. "I have to draw a picture of a scene from The Great Gatsby. The most I can draw are stick figures," she said while blushing.

"Sure, I can help," Esme smiled as they returned to the dining room.

The End