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Summery – Carlisle comes home to an upset Esme - 1998

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The Vase

By:

AngelBabs81 and potterfan2006

The noise that greeted Carlisle's heightened hearing was not one of soft music playing, but one of banging and aggravated sighs from a female. Carlisle walked to the study where the noise was coming from to see Esme banging on the floor with a broom. "Esme," Carlisle called cautiously.

At hearing her name being called, she turned around on her heel with scowl on her face but when she saw Carlisle, she softened. "Hi, Carlisle," she sighed, while setting the broom to lean against the wall.

Carlisle glanced at floor to see what she was sweeping. Familiar colors of a floral print vase he had given her as a wedding gift filled his head. "What happened?" he asked, approaching her.

"Our boys," Esme ground out though clenched teeth. "Edward and Emmett were playing ball in the house and my vase became a casualty of football wars." She grabbed the broom back in her hands and continuing to clean up the mess.

Reaching around her, he took hold of the broomstick where her hands where and slowly pried the stick away. "Where are they?" Carlisle asked.

"In their rooms," she said, releasing her grip on the broom to let Carlisle take it from her.

"Maybe you should have them clean up their mess?" Carlisle suggested, placing the broom against the wall again and turning Esme around to see her face-to-face. He smiled down at her, noticed the anger, and sadness, in her eyes. "What were their punishments?"

"I don't know yet," Esme shrugged. "I haven't thought that far ahead yet. I was just so angry, I sent them away from my sight." Anger began to boil up again.

Carlisle reached over and cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "I recommend we get them out of their rooms to clean up the mess," Carlisle suggested.

Esme pressed her face into his touch, tilting her head slightly. She kissed his palm, then closed her eyes and nodded her head," but maybe I should clean it up. I mean if I see them right now I just might do something I will regret later, I mean…" She trailed off.

Carlisle leaned forward and planted a kiss to her lips. It was a barely-there kiss, but it sent waves of love through her. "Why don't you go to our room and I'll get them on some chores. I'll see you in our room in about 5 minutes." He smiled.

Esme smiled gently back. "Okay, love," she said. "I will see you there." She walked away from his embrace and headed to their room. She shut the bedroom door behind her and curled up on the bed.

Within five minutes, Carlisle had talked to Emmett and Edward about their playing in the house, the chores, and their punishment. He entered the bedroom, closed the door behind him again, and joined Esme on their bed, wrapping his arms around her.

Esme sighed in his embrace. "Thank you for taking care of that," she said, while caressing his chest gently with her hand.

"You're welcome," Carlisle replied in a soft tone, He lifted her chin to look at her and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.

The End