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"Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved,now love the more." ~ Thomas Parnell

March ,1921

Carlisle's POV

I had been sitting in my office, at my desk, for more than thirty minutes now, unable to remember one word from the page of the medical journal in front of me. I buried my face in my hands.

Everything I saw reminded me of her.

Not long ago, I had seen a butterfly fly past the window of my office. I automatically thought of Esme. I could imagine what her reaction might have been if she had been there to see it. She would have claimed my hand and hastily rushed me to the window, she would have chattered on enthusiastically about how the beauty of summer was much more interesting than the winter, and how everything was so fragrant, and bright...

Her face had floated through my mind. Her dazzling smile had tugged at each dimple endearingly, causing a involuntary smile to rise uncheck upon my face. Her eyes were a bright amber, and as she blinked I could see the length of her dark, thick lashes. She was beyond beautiful. She resmebled many of the well known greek goddesses and to have her in my presence daily, was unfathomable. Her lithe form was amazingly attractive, her body was small and soft, the exact opposite of my own hard and angular body. Her hips were deliciously rounded, the outcome of being changed only a handful of days after childbirth.

A shameful tingle crawled up my spine as I tried desperately to diminish the memories of Esme's curvy hips. I tried again for the fifth time in an hour to read the medical journal before me. Its pages proved to be nothing of a distraction and I immediately decided my lunch break was over.

I stood up and made my way to the nurses station, one of the younger nurses , Charlotte, had looked up at me and gave me a wanton smile.

Oh please, not again.

In the last few weeks, Charlotte had made a several unsucessful attempts to try to get me to notice her. At first, it had been the normal reactions from every other nurse that caught a glance of me, but after some odd weeks, things had gotten considerably worse. It had led to dropping things in front of me, so that I got a full view of her behind, getting up to hand me a patient chart, just so she could 'accidently' brush up against my arm and dropping pens , so that when I picked them up for her, she could touch my hand. Her actions at least, had been very irritating. I was most certainly not interested, and I was rather sick of her harassing me. I took a deep breath.

"Hello."

"Hello Charlotte."

"I have several new patients charts waiting for you" she stood and handed me several charts, but this time, didn't try to touch me at all.

"You look so tired and hungry. You are in need of a nice home cooked meal. If you would like,after you shift ends -"

I sighed.

"Thank you for the offer, Charlotte, but unfortunately, I have to get straight back to my nephew after my shift. He is very ill and needs my assistance."

"Oh, maybe some other time then." her face fell slightly as I walked away without another response.

"Actually, now that I think about it, I am not feeling to well myself. Can you tell that I will be leaving for the evening?"

"Yes,of course." She responded dejectedly

I hurried to my office, grabbed my bag, and made my way home.

o0o

As I made my last few steps towards our small farmhouse, I heard Esme humming contently. The vibrations hardly making up a tune, but they were beautiful all the same. The humming stopped as I neared the door. While wiping my feet off Esme approached me.

"You're home early."

"There wasnt much of a need for me to be at the hospital today, it was very they sent me home." I lied. I had only come home just to see her.

"I suppose thats good and bad, nobody was seriously injured today, but yet on the other hand, you are stuck at home with boring old me." she teased

"I certainly wouldn't describe you as boring." I smiled

She paused for a moment before she spoke.

"How would you describe me then?"

I silently debated on what I would say next.

"Intelligent, insightful, charming, and while I'm still going on about you, I like what you've done with the living room."

She smiled adorably and her next response was slightly chargrined.

"Thank you, when you coop someone up like me in a house all day, we have a tendency to move all the furniture around until it suits our liking."

I chuckled softly.

"Despite your strange habits ,it looks very you for making this shabby old house a home."

I looked at her graciously

"I can't say that I've done that much."

"Oh trust me, you certainly have."

She smiled embarrassingly and touched her cheek.

"Would you accompany me on a hunt?"

"Of course." her smile grew even bigger.

I grabbed her hand and and she squeezed mine as we exited through the back door into the forest.

Please r/r!

Carlisle and Esme are both no doubt already in love, but still haven't admitted it to each other. This was what daily life was probably like before they admitted their feelings - flirty and innocent.

If you have any specific time periods or moments throughout the twilight series between Carlisle and Esme that you would like me to write about, do let me know. I am looking for new material to write about. Thanks!

-Kay