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Esme POV

I wake up at the cringe worthy 6:30 am and get out of bed; knowing I won't be falling back asleep anytime soon. After growing up on a farm my body was prone to waking up early in the morning. As a little girl my parents had my sister and I set to work early in the morning, the work was too much for just my mom and dad alone. We'd milk the cows at 5am so that we could have the milk delivered to the tiny grocery store in our town by 7am; when they opened.

My sister got married the year after she finished high school to some big shot, he travelled a lot with work and I'd only seen my sister twice since the day of their wedding. When I finished high school my parents sold the farm and moved to Auburn so I could study at the university there.

I was kind of shy in high school. Unlike my outgoing sister who brought home a new boyfriend every few weeks; the closest thing I had in high school to a relationship was my date with first class jerk Charles. When he started trying to control everything I did at school, the short lived relationship ended immediately. Around those I was comfortable with I was a mischievous teen, my friends and I got ourselves into lots of trouble. When my classmate Annie Lowry told me it was impossible to climb the large oak tree that grew in the back field of our school I'd been determined to prove her wrong. To clear things up I did climb the tree to the top but I fell and broke my leg when I attempted to climb back down.

When I started university I started having boyfriends. By the third break up I had just about had it with boys for a while. In a rush one day to make it to my lecture I'd clumsily lost my footing and fell down the flight of stairs in my parents house. It wasn't a big deal, just a sprained wrist. The worst injury being to my pride. Carlisle was the medical assistant who'd put my cast on. When we met again a couple months after my hospital visit we hit it off, two years later we were engaged, another five months later husband and wife

I manage to make it to the kitchen without crashing into any walls (I said I wake up early, I didn't say anything about being fully awake and alert in the morning.) I'm in the middle of pouring my coffee when I hear someone behind me. I whip around, with a startled "Oh my goodness!"

"Sorry!" Rosalie exclaims, looking guilty.

"That's alright honey, I just got startled." I assure. "Is everything alright? It's pretty early for a weekend. Were you having trouble sleeping?"

"No, I used to wake up early when my mom and dad had to go to work so they could drop me off at-" She freezes, looking horrified with herself.

"It's okay Rose; you don't have to tell me anything your uncomfortable with. However, if there comes a time where you feel like you need someone to talk to Carlisle and I are always here to listen. We all just want what's best for you."

She nods thankfully. "It's just, I can't. I don't know-"

When a tear rolls down her cheek she rubs it away quickly.

"I'm sick of all this crying. I hate it." She says with a frustrated sigh.

"I know you don't like it. But tears don't make you weak, crying doesn't make you any less strong."

I wish I could pull her into a hug and squeeze her until all her broken pieces fell back in place. Unfortunately, my love for her as a daughter was the most I could give her. Sometimes there are things not even a mothers touch can heal.

I pause and let her maul over my words. When I sit down at the kitchen table with my coffee she sits in the chair next to me.

"Do you want me to make you something? How about a smoothie, or some pancakes?"

Okay Esme, I thought to myself Take it easy with the motherly instincts, your freaking her out.

"C-can I please have some water. I'm kind of thirsty." She asked timidly

"Of course you can." I answer.

I'm so proud she asked for something on her own, but I try not to make a big fuss and embarrass or make her regret the action.

"Tomorrow everyone has to go back to school and work. So it'll be just me and you. We can do whatever you want." I say conversationally. We'd gently been reminding Rose every day that with the end of the holidays coming up Carlisle and the kids would not be around all the time like they had been recently.

"Can we do something nice today before they leave?" Rose asks hesitantly, taking a tiny sip of her water.

"Good idea, if you feel up to going out we can. If not we can keep ourselves busy here for the day." I offer. She still hadn't been around excessive amounts of people since she'd come home with us from the hospital.

"I think I can try going out. You'll be with me the whole time right?" She asks.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I reassure. "Now since neither of us seem like we'll be getting anymore sleep; how about some Sunday morning cartoons?"

Rosalie whole-heartedly agrees.

-/-

Carlisle POV

Everyone wants to do something different with the last day of holidays.

Alice offers up the idea of going to the mall, Emmett says the park, Jasper says the library, and Edward rolls his eyes and says 'whatever' in a way only teenagers can.

We made the family decision to go out for lunch and to see Zootopia (Emmett and Alice had seen a trailer for it on TV and had wanted to see it since.) Edward had instantly proclaimed he was too old for the movie-but when we invited Samantha to come along and she said 'Zootopia, that movie looks wicked!'- Edward decided he wasn't too cool for animated movies.

I look into the rear view mirror nervously for the tenth time in the past minute. All the kids are still happily babbling and even Rosalie looks content.

"It's going to be fine. It's just lunch and a movie" Esme reassures me, her featherlight touch resting reassuringly on my shoulder for a millisecond, just long enough for me to be comforted by the action.

"I know. I just want everything to go well." I grumbled, realizing exactly how over protective I was being at the moment.

"Oh come on honey, what's the worst that could happen?"

-/-

Third person

"Well isn't this a lovely surprise," Royce smiles at Laura and Richard Hale, who stand uncertainly in the door of his living room.

Shooing the maid who'd let them in away-Royce gestures for the uneasy pair to sit down.

Sitting down nervously on the couch across from him; the couple shoot each other a fearful look before placing a news paper down on the table between them and Royce.

"We didn't know Royce, we swear. We thought she was dead." Richard says defensively as his wife hung her head in shame.

Royce stared down at the news article curiously. His expression unreadable.

"You're sure it's her?" He asked.

The couple nodded eagerly, "Who else could it be?"

"You told me she was dead." The younger man accuses.

"She was barely breathing when we left her. We didn't think-"

"-Well that's the problem isn't it Laura dear, you never think. You two idiots nearly ruined everything." Royce snaps, causing the two visitors to pale considerably.

"We take full responsibility. We'll make sure the problem is taken care of. We make an excuse and get her back, if we can't...we get rid of her." Richard says, his tone even.

"Kill her!?" Royce laughs, "why on earth would I want you to kill her?"

With a manic grin Royce pours more whiskey into his cup, taking a large swig.

"I'm going to find her myself. And I'm going to bring her home."

Hope you enjoyed. Have a nice day. Next chapter we'll have the family's outing! (P.S Sorry about the cliff hanger don't kill me!)