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Chapter 4
Dr. Cullen had sent a rider and note to his wife with the bare essentials...'Have found girl. Be home tomorrow.'
How this man with his oddly sporadic communication skills managed to become a renowned Doctor she would never guess. However, Esme Cullen loved him beyond reason. She just wanted some more information about the girl he had chosen to look after her son and grand-babies.
Was she kind and gentle? Would she love the girls or simply care for them. Without a mother the babies needed someone to love them. Heaven knows her son was not up to the task right now.
Esme had raised her son with great gentleness and affection. No one had ever raised a hand to him, no matter how naughty he was as a child. But right now she would gladly turn him over her knee and beat him with a belt.
She hadn't really seen or felt much affection between her son and his late wife. Not that her son would ever discuss emotions with her or with anyone for that matter. When he showed up suddenly after his year abroad, wife in tow, she was shocked but he refused to divulge any information. He just said that they had been married in a foreign church with her family in attendance.
She did not get to spend much time with her daughter-in-law. The poor thing was very ill as soon as she became with child, sometimes staying abed for days at a time. When she was delivered of twins the reason for her constant illness was made more apparent. She was just simply unable to endure. To no one's surprise, she died a few hours after birth.
Her son was beside himself. He came to the nursery and looked at his daughters, alike in every way, kissed them both on the forehead, murmured "its for the best" and disappeared into his study and deep into a bottle.
When no one could get him to see reason they packed up the babies and took them to their home.
Between herself and the wet nurse they employed the babies did well but they needed a younger woman to care for them.
They needed to be with their father in their own home.
Esme just prayed that the girl Carlisle found would be the right one. Once the babies were safely looked after Esme knew it would be time to see to her baby.
She hadn't the first idea as to how to help him. He had always been reserved, complete unto himself, as only children can be.
But for him to ignore his children was beyond her. Did he not know how much they would need him after losing their mother? It seemed to her to be more than the grief of the death of his wife. He was haunted by demons his mother could not chase off.
Perhaps his father has some insight, some male explanation that eluded her. She only had to wait a few more hours until he came home and brought with him the girl on which she rested many of her hopes.
AN: I almost ended the last sentence with a preposition. It was horrifying. I am overwhelmed with the notice this story has received. Thank you. I would especially like to thank Sunflower Fran for her helpful advice and faithful reviews as well as Isabela on line.