You all know by now that Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and her characters.

Hey everyone. As promised, I'm updating a new chapter. There are no lemons this time, but there might be some in the next one with E&B. (Finally! LOL.)

Anyway, I hope you like it.

Chapter 8

Esme had woken me early to accompany her to some chores she had to take care. I didn't want to go at first, but as she pleaded me with those big brown eyes that reminded me so much of my mother's I knew I was a goner.

As of right now, we were in the cab, driving off to God knows where, since Esme seemed way too mysterious and quiet for her own being.

"So…"I started.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask what happened between you and Daddy D, since he's all of a sudden behaving like love sick puppy towards you?"

"Nothing. We just…talked."

"All night? It didn't sound like that to me."

Esme blushed but asked, "What do you mean?"

"Come on Esme, I heard all that noise yesterday, and the day before, and trust, it definitely didn't come from my room…"

"Bella, I really don't know what kind of noises you are referring to, but neither Carlisle nor I did any kind of…inappropriate sounds during last night, or any kind of night, for that matter."

"Wait, so if you're saying that it wasn't Daddy D who I've heard, then…"

Oh. OH!

Wait, so the dirty talk must have come from…

I grinned cheekily. That motherfucker! I never knew Assward was such a dirty talker, then again, I shouldn't have been that surprised. I guess all that yesterday morning yelling and frustration from him actually had a meaning, as opposed to his usual cranky, I-don't-give-a-shit-about-anything attitude.

"Then what?"

"What, what?"

"You were going to say something…"

"Oh. Nothing. It's nothing."

"Then why are you grinning so hard?"

"You don't want to know, trust me."

She gave me a confused look, but decided on not asking anything else.

"So," I continued, "what did you two talk about, if it's not a secret?"

She spoke the next line so softly, yet quietly, I barely heard her. And as she continued, it was obvious there was sadness as well.

"The reason Carlisle was working so hard, spending more time at the hospital than home was because of his patient. She's just a…a little girl, only 7. I will never understand how an angel like that could have such bad luck in life." Then surprisingly, Esme wiped a tear off her face, looking for a tissue.

"What happened to her?"I asked as quietly as I was able.

"Cancer," Esme whispered, hurt and sadness- once again- visible in her voice.

She continued, while wiping her eyes. "The mother has no assurance, and since the little girl needs a lot of care and constant prescriptions for all kinds of medications, Carlisle decided to help. He even used to go to house calls when the girl was too sick from chemotherapy to even get up."

"Have you met her?"

She nodded with a sad smile.

"So…is she gonna….?"

"Esme bit her lip, suddenly looking away, and instantly, I knew my answer.

Before I said anything else, the cab driver stopped.

"We're here," is all she said.

"What are we doing here?"I asked, as I got out of the car, looking at the tall hospital building.

"Just going for a quick check up."

"For who?"

"Well…for you." Even after she paid the driver, she still wouldn't meet my eyes.

That confused me. "Esme, I'm not sick. Everything is fine with me. I'm healthy as a horse."

"Bella….Carlisle told me that you're …well…"

"A hooker? You can say it."

She didn't. "I know where he found you, and even if you're currently…doing…or if you're not…you know…sexually active, it doesn't mean you won't be—"

I interrupted her. "Shouldn't you be more worried about your son than me when it comes to that?"

"We had the talk, and, anyway, I'm sure he can take care of himself."

"And so can I." My voice sounded stubborn.

"Please Bella. Let me do this for you."

"Why? Why do you care?"

She shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I'm not your daughter, just someone your husband picked up because he felt sorry for."

"Honey, we both know I'm not your mother, but as much you try to show how strong you are and that you can take of yourself, you are still, after all, just a young girl who needs to be taken care of. And that's exactly what I'm trying to do as long as you live under my roof. Bella, I just want the doctor to check you, and maybe, if you want, even prescribe you with some birth control pills."

I didn't know what to say. I knew Esme was a good person, and that she liked me, but just now did I realize how much. Her own words made me love her even more, and all I wanted in this moment to just hug the shit out of her. So I did, and thankfully, she did the same.

Smiling, I responded, "You really are a great mother, you know that? Assward is lucky to have you."

"Thank you sweetie, but can you not call him like that? "

"Just in front of you or in general?"

"In front of me. Don't be confused, it's fun to watch his expression every time you call him that,although, I'm sure the nickname is slowly starting to rub off on him as well….."

I smirked. I bet there's something else that he's rubbing off on.

"…just, not right now. Okay?"

"No problem."

She smiled.

"Great. Now, shall we?"

I nodded.

After the quick check up with the gynecologist, prescribing me the pills, we were done, and ready to go.

Getting out and slowly walking down the road, my eye caught on something flashy on the shop window.

"Hey Esme, you mind if we go in there for a few minutes?"

"You need something?"

"Sure. Maybe we'll even find something for you."

I winked, and as usual, she blushed.

The truth is, I mostly came in the store for Esme's sake. She was in her forties, yes, yet still looked really well, even better than some 30 year old women I knew, and as young as she still looked, I'm sure her fancy lingerie was nonexistent, except bunch of granny panties.

I found her a few panties, but there were none she agreed to wear, except one lacy blue pair, combined with a lacy bra. It looked pretty yet, still modest, with a little bow in the middle.

After going in to the changing room, I checked to see how she was doing.

"Oh, Esme, you look great. Once Daddy D sees you…"

"I'm not sure I want him to see me in this."

"Why? If I was a guy, I would definitely want to fuck you."

She blushed. "You're just saying that."

I shook my head. "No, I don't. Trust me."

"I just…"

"What?"

She sighed. "I used to look much better when I was younger. And now…"

"You still look great Esme, you do. You just need a little more confidence, that's all. Look, I'm gonna give you a little advice, which I'm sure you already know. See,men are pretty simple creatures. They don't care about your cellulite or if you have a bit more pounds on you, or even if your tummy isn't as straight as it was ten years ago. They like their woman to be confident and to show them exactly what you want. They want to dominate, but also a woman strong and confident enough to take charge. But most of all; they just want boobs and ass."

She smiled. "Well, the last one wasn't that hard to guess. At least I've got that."

I smirked. "Yeah, you sure do."

She ushered me to the register then, while she was getting dressed, and I used the opportunity to secretly take another nightie Esme tried on before going back and paying all the necessary things with a credit card.

As I waited for the bill, some guy tried to hit on me. He did look cute, all blond curls and blue eyes. Too bad he was a fucking douche.

After paying, and getting a cab, we finally got home.

Getting inside the living room, I saw Assward.

"You're home early," Esme noticed.

Assward just shrugged, concentrating on eating his sandwich.

"How was school?"

"Fine. What is that?" he asked, taking a quick look at the bags.

"Lingerie," I answered.

"For who?"

"Your mom."

He frowned momentarily. "Oh."

I smirked."You didn't really think it was for me, did you? Because I have plenty of thongs and see through nighties upstairs."

His eyes widened for a moment only to frown once again, this time with disgust.

"Shit, I hope you're not describing the contents of the bag, because if you are, I think I'm gonna go bleach my brain, and try not to imagine my mom in it. Again."

I laughed. "Good luck."

Just then Carlisle announced his arrival through the front door.

"Esme, I'm home."

"Hey Daddy D."

He nodded. "Bella. Where is Esme? I have some good news."

"She's probably in the kitchen. I'll call her for you."

"Thanks."

"Esme!" I yelled,still staying in the same spot,"Your hunk of a husband is here!"

Daddy D smiled. "Not what I had on mind, but…effective, I guess."

I let Esme and Daddy D talk alone while I went to make something to eat.

The news of her and Mr. D traveling to Venice for a week was heard quickly, and with that, after helping Esme pack, they were quickly gone, leaving us with an empty house, the same house that was only hours later filled with immature teens and loud music.