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Mother's Trust

Summary:
Esme was broken in more ways than one when Carlisle found her at the bottom of a cliff. Can even the most skilled of doctors piece her shattered trust together? Image Hosted by ImageShack.us banner by the incredible iris!


Notes:
Wierd spacing intentional. Since this story is all dialogue, i signified pauses by skipping a line.


1. Mother's Trust

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“Esme Anne Platt, I love you. I swear I will be here for you forever. Will you marry me?”

“No.”

“Why not, Esme?”

“I’m… afraid.”

“You don’t need to be.”

“But, Carlisle, I am.”

“It’s because of Charles, isn’t it? You feel bound to him? Esme, that marriage ended when you died. You have a new life now, and I will never allow him to hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of him.”

“You’re afraid of me?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to be.”

“I am.”

“Don’t be. I love you.”

“He loved me too.”

“I’m not Charles. I may be a monster, but I am at least a good man.”

“He was too… until I married him.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Please, don’t ask me again. I’m afraid.”

“I’m sorry.”

“The only thing I thought marriage could give me was children. I wasn’t so foolish as to hope for love. I’ve lost children, but I have love now. Do I need to be married to know I love you?”

“I want to marry you. I want you to be mine.”

“And that’s what it comes down to, isn’t it. Love or no love, it’s all about owning me. I’m not yours, Carlisle. I’m not a chair or a horse.”

“You’re the woman I love. I want to make you happy.”

“You have.”

“Forever. Me, and no one else.”

“You will.”

“It would be good for Edward. He needs a mother.”

“I am his mother, I am your love, whether or not we get married. It doesn’t make a difference.”

“It does to me. Please?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, I am. I’m sorry for everything I’ve taken from you. I’m sorry for dooming you to this life forever. I’m sorry from stealing your children’s possible lives, for damning you, for not saving you when you were sixteen before that monster ever thought to hurt you. Esme, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

“Someday. But I will never be owned again. I won’t let myself be turned into something that doesn’t have a mind. I am not property, I am a person. I am not yours. I am my own and God’s and no one else’s.”

“I am yours.”

“No, you’re not. Do you think I believe for a minute that a man, any man, even you, would lower himself to be possessed by a mere woman? Don’t be ludicrous.”

“You’re just afraid.”

“Yes, I am. I’m scared stiff that it’s going to happen again. That I’m going to be chained to someone, belonging to someone, beaten into the ground. He took my life, Carlisle. He took my will and broke it as easily as he broke my body.”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No.”

“All right then. I will prove I love you, Esme. Prove it if it takes eternity. And I want to marry you.”

“I want to be loved. I want you to love me.”

“I do.”

“Thank you.”

“Esme, please. Please, marry me? I swear to God and on my own grave that I will never hurt you. I will never raise a hand against you.”

“It wasn’t just that he hit me, Carlisle. It was that I didn’t matter to him, and I was expected to love him. Love can’t be commanded, and that’s what marriage is. You take a woman and give her to a man and say, “Love him, no matter what.” I can’t do that. That takes trust. I don’t trust anyone.”

“You will always matter to me. I will always treat you with honor and respect. I will always do my best to deserve your love. I will never, never hurt you in any way. You are and will always be the center of my world, Esme. Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you. And, Carlisle?”

“Yes, dearest?”

“I trust you.”

“I know.”