Here's Chapter 6.
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Chapter 6
"Edward!" Carlisle called as the boy stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Esme had stormed off, too, closing herself away in the bedroom. The pair left Carlisle standing alone in the centre of the living room wondering how he could possibly make all of this better. He felt he should go after Edward, but he also knew that he needed to comfort Esme.
Sitting on the sofa, burying his head in his hands, Carlisle wondered how on earth things had gone so pear shaped all of a sudden.
They'd been discussing where they wanted to move next. Esme hadn't quite understood why they had to move and, with newborn emotions wild, the discussion had led to a loud and angry argument.
Letting out a sigh, Carlisle rose to his feet, trying to decide what to do. He had been debating whether or not to go after Edward when he heard a soft sob from the bedroom. Edward, he knew, would be letting off some steam hunting and would feel better when he was done. He wasn't too sure about Esme, though.
So when he heard her crying, he knew exactly where he needed to be.
Knocking lightly on the bedroom door, Carlisle popped his head around it, looking at Esme as she sobbed tearlessly into the pillow. He crossed the room in a flash and took a seat on the opposite side of the large double bed. Placing one hand gently on the small of Esme's back, he ran the other through her caramel hair.
"Esme, sweetheart," He cooed, trying to decide if she'd be opposed to him embracing her. "It's alright."
"He's gone!" Esme interrupted and Carlisle's heart broke at the sound.
"He'll be back." Carlisle promised. "He's just gone to calm himself down. I forget, sometimes, that you're both still quite young. He'll be back very soon."
"I'm sorry, Carlisle. I don't know what came over me."
"Newborn emotions." Carlisle explained. "You're feeling things stronger than you're used to, and sometimes your emotions become overwhelming. Edward is just the same. He'll come back as soon as he feels more in control. But he will be back, Esme. He'd getting used to life in a family again. Before we found you, it was just the two of us and Edward has always been very independent. Besides, families fight. It's normal. As long as we forgive one another and move on, there's nothing to worry about."
When Esme continued to cry despite his reassurances, Carlisle couldn't help but feel worried. He'd hoped that talking it through with her would help her feel better about it?
"Esme?"
"He's gone, Carlisle." She whimpered, suddenly lifting himself up and clinging onto his shirt. He easily wrapped his arms around her and held her close, getting the feeling that she was no longer talking about Edward.
"Who's gone, sweetheart?"
"My baby!" She wailed. "My little baby."
"Esme?"
She was panting now, so upset she was struggling to breathe and Carlisle tightened his hold slightly.
"I ran from Charles because I was pregnant." Esme hiccoughed. "I couldn't let my baby be hurt like I was. I couldn't."
Carlisle nodded, showing he was listening, showing her that he understood.
"I chose to dedicate my life to raising him. But he had lung fever. He passed just two days after his birth. I didn't even get to name him. He was just," Her voice lowered, a small sob escaping, "just Baby Evenson."
And suddenly everything made sense. The reason she wouldn't give up her surname, the last link to her little boy.
"And now your worried you've lost another son?" Carlisle inquired, placing a kiss to his wife's forehead. When she nodded, Carlisle squeezed her tighter still. "Edward is a very forgiving young man. We've had enough spats for me to be sure of that. When he's back from his hunt, you can talk it through, okay?"
And he'd been right. Edward had returned, embraced his mother and apologised for their argument. Esme returned the sentiment. And soon the pair were cuddled together on the couch, discussing books.
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