Chapter 35

Masen was next to Edward on the piano bench. He looked cautiously at him before carefully pressing one of the keys. When it made a noise, he brought his hands back nervously to his face with a grin.

"Go ahead Masen. Keep playing." Edward pushed two separate keys and Masen copied the sounds.

Bella joined them, leaning up against the piano. "She's out," Bella said, referring to Renesme, "The party wiped her out."

"The werewolves, you mean."

Masen continued to randomly press keys.

"Passing on the tradition?" Bella asked.

Edward smiled, "Maybe one day he can create a melody for the girl he loves."

"It won me over."

"Was that all it was?"

Bella nodded, "That was it."

He smirked at her.

Jasper appeared, "Alice and I are going hunting, if anyone would like to join."

They both shook their heads, "I think we're fine," Edward told him.

Bella nodded in agreement.

"Alright. See ya in a bit." Jasper waved and headed with Alice into the night.

Carlisle rubbed Esme's shoulders and upper back, "Time for you to relax." He stopped what he was doing, able to see Masen from where they were standing.

"Don't stop," Esme laughed, she noticed Masen on the piano bench, "I think Edward's trying to turn him into the next piano prodigy."

Carlisle laughed at Masen banging aimlessly on the keys, "He's certainly enjoying himself."

Rosalie joined Edward, Bella and Masen.

"Why don't we go have that talk, Carlisle," Esme suggested.

"You read my mind."

They quickly scooted upstairs. Carlisle removed his dressier shoes and threw them in the closet. He heard Esme moving around in the bathroom. "Relax Esme."

She smiled, holding the bubble bath mixture, "I plan to."

Carlisle smiled back.

"What?" she asked, "Edward said you looked so adorable the last time. I can't believe I missed it."

He laughed, "I thought we were going to have a talk."

"We'll get there," she continued, filling the oversized tub with hot water and added the bubbles.

She made her way back into their room.

"Now, where are you going?" he asked lightly.

"Get in," she instructed, "I'll be back in a minute."

Carlisle decided not to fight it and made himself comfortable in the tub. The water was relaxing and he felt the hair on his neckline begin to get saturated. He splashed some water on his face and stretched his arms out to both sides.

Esme made her way back and slipped in the tub, seating herself across from him with her legs over his.

"So," he said, "Rose and Emmett."

"Let's try to be as quiet as possible, so they don't hear us," Esme said, "Not that it's anything bad."

He agreed, "It'll be hard, but they all seemed preoccupied."

"I want them to try to make it happen," Esme told him, "But I don't want to have them get their hopes up so high, and then it doesn't happen right away."

Carlisle nodded, "I think we should have a long talk with both of them, and try to explain that the best we can."

"I want this so bad for them, Carlisle," she admitted, "I know it would make Rose complete. I've never seen her happier than the times she's spent with Renesme and now Masen."

He nodded again, "I know. She deserves to live out her dream. She'd be a great mother. It's in her nature."

"When that time comes around again, the lunar eclipse, let's make the wish for them like Bella did for us."

Carlisle could see how much this was meaning to Esme, and much it would mean to Rosalie.. and Emmett. "We'll do everything in our power," he told her.

"Now, how do we talk to them about this and be optimistic and realistic at the same time?"

"Exactly like we just did," he explained, "We'll tell them that we'll do everything and more for them, and when the time's right, it will happen."

"Do you think it's a definite?" Esme asked.

Carlisle hesitated, thinking about the question, going back and forth with his answer, "I believe it is, yes. But I suppose it's like if a human couple wanted to have a baby, sometimes it can take a little time. Things don't always happen on the first try."

She nodded, "I'm sure they'll accept those odds. I just hope Rosalie will stay positive."

"She may not have the best of reactions if things don't work out right away," Carlisle laughed, "But I think she'll understand."

"And maybe it will happen right away," Esme said, shrugging.

"It may very well happen."

"When do we talk to them?"

"Any time, I suppose."

Esme leaned back and closed her eyes, "I just think it's her missing link."

Carlisle began rubbing the bottom of her foot, "Think of all the time we have. I'm confident it'll happen."

"I hope so," she opened her eyes, "Tomorrow we'll talk to them?"

He smiled, "Sure, love."

Esme returned his smile, "You're great, you know that? You make everything feel okay."

"The feeling's mutual." He pulled her a few inches toward him to rub her calf, digging his thumbs in along the back of her leg.

"Now, this is relaxing. Better than a day at the spa."

He laughed, "Well you've been busy, busy, busy."

"I'll return the favor later if you want a back rub."

Carlisle shook his head, "No, no. Tonight's for you."

Esme made her way across to him and landed a purposeful kiss on his lips. "I love you, Carlisle."

He closed his eyes, "I love you, too."

She pressed her body to his and a smile escaped his lips. "Everyone's downstairs," he smiled, "It's hard to keep our privacy when everyone's home."

Esme continued to kiss him. Carlisle found his hands slide down to the sides of her hips, gripping tightly. Her arms wrapped around him, gently caressing the back of his head.

"I can be quiet if you can," Esme whispered in his ear, letting her lips touch his earlobe.

He didn't say anything back. Instead, he positioned himself beneath her in a way that would make it easy for her to continue. Esme took his half smile and body language as the invitation she needed.

Carlisle closed his eyes, allowing his wife to have control of the situation. The feel of her body and the water surrounding them created a heightened sensation for him, and he studied beads of water as they slid down Esme's shoulders and beneath the surface.

Every time he sensed she might let out a sigh, he brought his mouth to her with ferocity; something that made Esme's hand grip tighter on the back of his head.

The rhythm she created made his body feel tense and relaxed at the same time, and he couldn't help but return the motion. He brought his lips to her ear and in a heavy whisper said, "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

Esme opened her eyes, noticing the faint gold tinge every time Carlisle opened and closed his eyes. He pulled her as close to him as possible, and Esme kissed him a final time, feeling waves of pleasure pass through her body. She heard her husband's hand slam down on the side of the tub, and felt his finger tips dig deeper into her back.

A minute or two later, Carlisle sat back in his original position glancing down a large crack where his hand slammed against the marble tub. Esme looked up at him and couldn't help but laugh.

He smiled, "Now we're going to have to wait awhile before going downstairs, you know."

Esme felt a little guilty. She knew how private Carlisle liked to keep their personal time, as did she, and it wasn't like them to just do something like this on the fly. "I'm sorry, Carlisle. We should have just waited for a time we were alone."

His smile eased her mind a bit, "I'm sure everyone is too involved in their own thing to pay close enough attention. I heard Emmett and Rosalie leave to hunt before."

"You did?"

"Yeah. And Edward would read our thoughts regardless."

He looked at Esme's expression, knowing she still felt bad and didn't want either of them to feel the embaressment of facing the rest of them, not that the others cared even half as much about their own privacy.

"It's fine," he assured her and gestured for her to come toward him.

She made her way across the tub and laid on his chest. "I can still hear Masen on the piano down there with Edward and Bella."

"He's following what Edward is playing," Carlisle told her.

"Should we go check it out?"

He nodded, "Let's go."