Ok so please don't take out the pitchforks, I know it's been forever since I last updated. My only excuse being that I've been sick, therefore on a total mental drain. It was really hard to think of an idea for this chapter. But here we go and I'm still sick so don't blame me if it's awful.

Ok and as always I have some thanks to give, so…. Thank you to number1twilightlover, twilightgal101, bjdiaz, psykojinx, Team- Seth-4eva (I'm working on updating faster but I write as the ideas come to me), Sara (I will do something along those lines at some point but I really thought that this chapter was necessary), ILoveTwilightToo, jayd-n33, Brittz303 (now that I think of it that would be really cute), Victoria Catherine (awesome do tell your friends), Bailey, dontfollow, MuseAlongMeghan, twilightgirl81193, PinkAngelWings, Nini25, PirateTink and Unonomus (who I am now a beta for).

Ok so in response to Bailey's review, when I read your review (which told me I needed to watch my spelling), I nearly had a panic attack. I'm usually very good at spelling and I even have spell checker on my computer. So I looked back over my chapters and found that apart from a few typos (which I couldn't be bothered to fix right now) my spelling was actually pretty good, so as you can imagine I was pretty confused, and then I remembered that the U.S has different spellings to Europe so words like colour and grey etc. are different, I'm just hoping you guys will make a note of that.

And also everyone blow a kiss to Team-Seth-4eva and Brittz303 for letting me know that you liked the drawing of six year old Bella that I posted on my profile. I worked really hard on that drawing so it made my day that you liked it.

And another thing, check out my new story Only You Can Heal Me, it's different from this story but I promise it's good.

Random point of interest: It is currently half five here, and I am still wearing my pyjamas lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight and SM refused to give it to me after she got in a fight with my gummy bears.

Esme pov

I leant against the door frame, watching Bella as Emmett swung her about above his head in the living room, while making aeroplane noises and tickling her.

I mentally cringed at the thought of Emmett dropping her, though I knew he wouldn't.

As Bella's squeals hit a crescendo, Emmett set her back down on the ground.

He had done a good job of distracting Bella while Edward and Rosalie were out hunting.

I decided then to make my presence known. "Bella honey, would you like a drink?", I asked softly.

Bella's face lit up "Can I have cookies too?", she asked, as she always did.

I nodded and turned back into the kitchen.

I could hear Bella's footsteps behind me as she followed.

I opened the door of the fridge and took out the milk, I poured it into a glass and set it down in front of Bella, who looked up at me patiently yet expectantly, she wanted her cookies.

I sighed and turned to the cookie jar. I picked out two of my own homemade chocolate chip cookies and set it on a plate.

Bella hopped down from the stool she had been occupying and followed me back to the living room, where Emmett was watching a football match.

I left the plate and glass down on the coffee table, with a coaster for the glass.

As I turned to leave Bella piped up for what I was sure was a thank you, otherwise I'd have to have a talk with her about manners.

Bella's voice sounded slightly distracted and somewhat muffled from what I imagine was food when she said,

"Thank you mommy".

I gasped and spun around, my face frozen in shock. Bella was chomping happily on her cookies, her drink lay neglected. She didn't even seem to be aware that she had said it.

Was it my imagination? Did Bella really just call me mommy?

Bella's head turned to me "is something wrong", she asked concerned, gulping down her cookie quickly.

Emmett's head turned in my direction as well.

"What's wrong mom?", he asked frowning slightly, his body gone rigid at the thought of any impending danger.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

Thoughts of my own little baby boy flooded me in direct juxtaposition with my newest daughter Bella.

This is what I had wanted. Wasn't it?

It was. My other children though I was their mother in all ways that mattered, they were no longer kids, they didn't need me as much. But Bella needed me; she was only a little girl. She needed a mother.

Joy filled my being at the thought that I was to be Bella's mother, I would watch her grow, and she would truly be my daughter in every way but one.

But guilt also flooded me. What about my son? My own little baby boy? Was this like replacing him, I wasn't sure.

"It's ok Esme she's been considering this for a while, she wants you to be her mother", Alice said lightly, skipping down the stairs.

Jasper followed her closely, but instead of sitting down like Alice he came to me and smiled gently slipping his hand into mine.

"Let's go for a walk", he suggested tugging my frozen figure to the door.

I looked back to see my children's curious faces.

He led me into the woods and far enough away that the rest of the family wouldn't hear us talking.

"Why do you feel guilty Esme?", he asked, seating himself on a moss covered tree trunk and patting the space next to him.

I sat down and leaned wearily against my son's broad shoulder.

"It's my son, my little baby boy", I said, Jasper nodded encouraging me to go along.

"I feel like… like I'm turning my back on him", I said quietly, opening the floodgate of memories.

"But, you didn't feel that way about the rest of us", he reminded me, there was no sympathy in his eyes like I so often saw in the eyes of my family, there was only empathy.

"That was different, the relationship I have with all of you is different to this", I said gently.

"Are you saying that the relationship you'd have with your son would be exactly the same as your relationship with Bella, or our relationship is the exact same as your relationship with Edward?", Jasper asked pointedly.

"No", I said indignantly, I loved every member of my family equally but of course in different ways for each.

"Esme", Jasper said softly "every body is different and as such every relationship is different".

I nodded. "You have nothing to be guilty about, your son will always be your son, your love for Bella doesn't lessen your love for him", Jasper smiled.

I nodded slowly. "Are you coming?", Jasper asked standing.

I shook my head "I'll be there soon", he nodded, knowing I needed some time to myself and ran back to the house.

I sighed to myself and allowed myself to remember a poignant memory.

I remembered holding my son for the first time, his weak, warm little body held tightly to my chest, rocking him just slightly.

My arms formed the cage in which I had once held my son and I rocked my arms slightly, the only absence being my son's feeble weight.

The memory was so real, so tangible.

I sighed again and let the memory drift away

Jasper was right. Loving Bella didn't mean I loved my little boy any less; he was a part of me.

I stood up and ran back to the house, to my family.

The memory was not forgotten, for it would be revisited again in a time in which it could be appreciated fully, in the way in which it deserved.

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So what do you think? Personally I love it. I want this story to be about more than just Edward and Bella and I thought it was important to give Esme her moment and I wanted to show that Jasper does in fact have strong ties with the Cullen family.

I actually wasn't planning on mentioning her son but it seemed right that she'd at least think of him and then it felt natural for Esme to have some reservations anyway hope you enjoyed it.

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