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How Esme Got Her Island

A tale in six parts. How exactly did Esme wind up with her own private island? Mostly Carlisle & Esme, with a little Alice thrown in for good measure.


2. Chapter 2

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It was still pouring and with a frown, I wondered idly if it was time to start building an Ark. The rain spilled off the theater awning like a waterfall, spilling onto the sidewalk below. Thoughtfully, Carlisle had walked ahead and was standing just outside the doors with an umbrella waiting. He pulled open the door with his free hand and I hurried outside into the monsoon.

As soon as I was out, he let go of the door and wrapped his free arm around my waist, tucking me into his side. I rested my head against his chest as we walked along the sidewalk, doing our best to avoid the large puddles and the splashes thrown by the cars driving past.

"I can't believe they killed Sinatra, Borgnine and Clift!" he chuckled. "Rosalie didn't tell me that it was such a...depressing movie." He paused, waiting for me to respond, no doubt. When I remained quiet, he tightened his hold and I felt him press his lips against the top of my head. "That beach scene was something though, wasn't it?"

"Hmmmm," I responded noncommittally. I felt him watching me as we continued to walk but kept my eyes downcast, watching our feet move along the wet pavement.

He stiffened and stopped unexpectedly, causing me to stumble a bit. Although I probably would not have fallen down, he naturally caught and righted me, holding onto my shoulders for a moment. I gasped and looked up at him in surprise. He cast a wary glance at me and then looked around quickly. Dodging the others on the sidewalk, he gently grabbed my arm and pulled us underneath the overhang of a store abutting the sidewalk and out of the way of both streetlights and pedestrians. As I watched, he collapsed the umbrella, gave it a quick shake and then leaned it against the brick wall. His hands, now free, came to rest on my hips as he pulled me to him.

"Esme, you've been awfully quiet this evening," I could hear the concern in his voice and I felt ashamed that my foul mood was ruining our night out. It had been so long since we had an evening to ourselves. "Please, tell me what is wrong? What is bothering you?"

I withdrew my hands from my pockets and rested them on his coat lapels, brushing away the raindrops that had landed there. Stalling, I fussed with his scarf, straightening it around the back of his neck and tucking it into his coat. "It's silly," I replied with a nervous laugh, unable to look at him.

He drew me closer and I felt his hands stroking my back. "It's not silly if it's bothering you. Please tell me."

I sighed and raised my eyes. Despite everything, I couldn't help smiling when looking at his beautiful face. "I hate this weather," I whispered plaintively. "I am so sick of this rain. Of umbrellas and puddles and mud," I paused, taking a deep and unnecessary breath as I tried to find the right words. "I want to get away. I want to go...to go to to a beach. I want to lay in the sand and feel the waves crash over me. I want the sun." I grabbed at his scarf, pulling his face closer to mine, "I want to be where it's warm and bright, not damp and grey." I broke off with a tearless sob and dropped my head, resting my cheek against his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed against his warmth. "I know we can't. That it's just not possible. But I can't stop the want."

"Look at me, Esme,” he requested. From the sound of his voice, I feared that I had upset him.

Embarrassed by my outburst, I resisted and he asked again. I reluctantly did as he asked.

He lowered his head and kissed me, a gentle caress of his lips against mine. I started to raise myself up on my toes to get closer but before I could, he had pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. His long blond hair fell forward and tickled the sides of my face. "Will it make you happy to go somewhere sunny and warm?"

Although I heard the question, I was too distracted by his eyes. His gaze was so tender that I felt warm all over. He was my own personal sun and I felt incredibly foolish.

"Esme, will it make you happy to be able to go to a beach somewhere?"

I blinked. I didn't need a beach, but I couldn't deny that I would be completely and utterly thrilled to get away from the incessant rain. "Yes," I responded. "Yes, it would make me happy."

He grinned then, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Then I'm about to make you delirious."