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As asked by the readers here is Carlisle and Esme part two

Esme had been in America for almost a year now and had been married to Carlisle Cullen for almost as long. She was in their cabin knitting a blanket for the child that was growing inside her. She wasn't very far along but she had the beginning signs of a bump, she and Carlisle were excited. To think none of it would have happened if she hadn't found the courage to leave England. She thought back to the last time she saw her father.

Mr. Platt was standing in his study glaring at Esme, who was before him eyes staring forward and her face hard. She knew her father would be angry with her for calling off the wedding, but she couldn't go through with it. Not only was Mr. Everson a horrible man, but her heart was in America with Carlisle Cullen.

She and Carlisle had known each other most of their lives, but Carlisle was from a poor family. His father had been a pastor, and Carlisle had been forced to follow in his footsteps even though his passion was saving lives. Carlisle had always wanted to be a doctor, so when he had the chance he took it, he had begged Esme to go with him but she hadn't. She now wished she had, there wasn't a day she didn't miss him.

"You will marry Mr. Everson, this isn't up for debate." Her father said.

"No, I won't." she said, she turned and stormed out of her father's study.

She raced to her room, knowing her father wasn't going to let her out burst slide. When she reached her room, she started throwing things into a suitcase as she begins packing. There was a knock on her door and for a moment she feared it was her father, but it was her mother's voice that came from the other side. She called for her mother to come and watched the shock cross her face as her mother takes in the scene before her.

"What are you doing?" he mother demands.

"I'm going to America." Esme replied.

"Is this about the preacher?" the older woman asks.

Esme glares at her mother, "His name is Carlisle, and this has nothing to do with him. I can't marry Mr. Everson, I won't."

Her mother sighed and looked at her daughter sadly. "If you're really doing this, your going need money to get to America." Her mother said then helped her finish packing. Her mother leads her back to the study, father is nowhere in sight, they go to the desk and her mother open a compartment and pulls out a small bag. "There is some gold and sliver in here, I was saving for it rainy day, I guess now is as good a day as any. It will get you to America, but don't expect the preacher to be waiting for you." Esme took the bag from her mother tears in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said hugging her mother tightly.

The last time she saw her mother was as she was riding away in the carriage that her mother had arranged for her. She waved goodbye, knowing that she would truly miss her mother the most. The carriage took her to the dock where she paid a merchant to take her to America, she quickly wrote a letter to Carlisle who she knew from a friend that he was in small town called Forks. She didn't know if he still loved her, but anything was worth getting away from Mr. Everson. Esme would never forget the feeling of watching London disappear on the horizon.

Esme couldn't be happier with the way her life had turned out even though it meant she would never see her family again. She was starting a new family with Carlisle, here in the untamed west. She remembered fondly the day she met him at the train station, and the long ride from New York.

She had been in America for several days and was having trouble with making arrangements to get to Forks Washington. It seemed the New World wasn't all that different from the old one in the way it treated women. She sent letters to her mother and Carlisle to update them on her whereabouts. She was staying with nice family in New York who were even trying to help her get transportation out west.

Finally, with the help of Mr. Donahue she was able to get a ticket on a late train headed to Seattle. She waves to the small family Mary and Charles Donahue and their young son Felix from the window of the train. She spent two weeks on the train, but it felt like an eternity. Everytime she thought of Carlisle the butterflies in her stomach twisted.

The train stopped, and she look out the window one last time at the setting sun and hoped Carlisle was waiting on her. She walked off the train onto the platform and looked around. As crowd thins she sees a tall blond man who was walking off the platform and immediately she knows it's Carlisle Cullen. She smiles to herself, he came. She had prayed he would, but she hadn't been certain he would.

She walked toward him catching up to him and touching his shoulder "Carlisle?" she says, and he turns around. Their eyes meet, and her smile widens.

She is pulled from her thoughts by a sound. She looked up as the door opened and smiled as her husband walked in. He swayed over to her kissing her on the lip gently as he right hand caressed their growing child. She looked into those bright shinning blue eyes and she was home. She couldn't wait for the next month when they would announce their good news to the town of Forks and all their friends.

She had been surprised that the town had accepted her and didn't ask to many questions. Carlisle loved the town, he was pursuing his dream of being a doctor here. She had known him for years and had never seen him so happy. He pulled away from her taking off his coat and hanging it up, her eyes followed him as he crossed the room.

"How did the top-secret wedding go?" she asked.

He turned back to her smiling, "Good. I think Emmett and Rosalie will be very happy."

"I think you say that because your very happy," she said her eyes shining.

"I think your right, my beautiful wife." She stood and walked over to him and kissed his lips.

He wrapped her in his embrace and kissed her passionately. As scared as she had been leaving home, it had been the best thing she had ever done. She didn't even want to consider where she'd been right now if she hadn't. Carlisle was her home, her life, her husband.

So again I am leaving it up to my readers to decide who I will write about next.

Edward and Bella part two

Charlie and Sue

Jasper and Alice part two

Renee and Phil

I am also open to other ideas, please leave a review or private message me your thoughts.