The Lure of Esme
All Human....Carlisle and Esme get pregnant against all odds - what callenges will they face, especially when someone from the past pays them a visit? *CURRENTLY NOMINATED AT THE TWILIGHT AWARDS*
I don't own twilight - Stephenie Meyer does.
1. Chapter 1
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The Lure of Esme - Chapter 1
This was going to be a birthday party no one would forget. Tonight was Carlisle's 35th birthday. He hated big parties, and seeing as how he refused to let me do anything special for his 30th, I had to do something big. Not to mention the killer gift I had for him. This would leave him speechless, and I couldn't wait.
Edward, Jasper and Emmett had taken Carlisle to Seattle for a "Boy's Afternoon" which consisted of batting cages, paintball and whatever else they liked to do. Rosalie, Alice, Bella and I had spent all day cooking and decorating. We rarely had times like these, so I was loving every minute of it.
"What time are they due back?" Alice asked from the living room.
"Six. Guests should be arriving at 5:30."
"That only gives me an hour to get dressed and make Bella presentable!"
"So go upstairs then. The last few things are in the oven, so we have time."
A short time later, people started arriving. The house hadn't been this full since our New Year's Eve party, and even then, there weren't this many people.
Shortly after six, I heard the cars pull into the garage.
"They're here!" I yelled.
Everyone was quiet as the boys came through the door.
"SURPRISE!" we all yelled.
The look on his face was priceless. I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him softly.
"Happy birthday," I said.
"This is too much," Carlisle murmured, embarrassed.
"Did you honestly think I wouldn't do anything? Come on, I want to give you your present."
I took his hand and led him to the stairs, while people gathered around us. Once Alice and the girls finished handing out the champagne flutes, I grabbed a folded piece of paper from the table next to the stairs.
"Thank you all for coming," I started. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach starting to flutter. "I'm not sure how many of you all realize this, but tonight is not only Carlisle's birthday, but the five year anniversary of our children joining our family. I remember receiving the paperwork in the mail from the Court saying they were legally ours and how complete Carlisle and I both felt. We really couldn't ask for better kids, and I couldn't ask for a better husband. You have given me everything I've ever dreamed of and are more than I deserve. I'm sure our kids would say that you are exactly what they want in a father. Which brings me to my gift."
I handed him the piece of paper and nervously waited. He looked at the sheet of paper, then at me, then at the paper before he spoke.
"Are...are you sure?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes," I said with a chuckle.
"But...Doctor Thomas said we couldn't..." he trailed off, confused.
"I know. But I saw her on Thursday and she confirmed it," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"What is it?" Emmett blurted out.
"We're um..." I noticed his hands started to shake. "We're going...to...have a baby."
Our friends and family cheered for us and I couldn't be happier. Carlisle pulled me close for a kiss, then rested his forehead on mine.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you my angel."
"You okay with this?" I asked, knowing what we'd been through before.
"Of course - I'm thrilled, it just took me by surprise is all," Carlisle replied, gazing at me lovingly.
The rest of the night was a blur. Carlisle and I made sure to talk to everyone, but the majority of the conversations worked their way back to our impending arrival. I had estimated that I was about 10 weeks along. Thankfully I only had a bit of nausea, which had helped me keep the secret.
Shortly after Carlisle and I were married, we started trying to have children. We tried everything imaginable, including multiple rounds of IVF. Finally after a year of trying, I had gotten pregnant and carried to four months before I miscarried. It was painful and awful for the both of us. We were still desperate to have a baby, so after waiting a few months, we started trying again. And, once more, I got pregnant. I made it past the four months and was sitting in the doctor's office to have my ultrasound when my water broke. The doctors and nurses were able to get me into a room before I delivered a few minutes later. We had a boy and named him Nathaniel David Cullen, but he was too small to survive - he fit in the palm of my hand. It was shortly after that when we started looking into adoption. I decided that I didn't want a newborn, as I still had images of Nathaniel in my mind. We were living in Chicago at the time and came across Edward first, followed by Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper. I loved my children. Each of them held a special place in my heart, and I couldn't imagine our lives without them, but I still thought of Nathaniel often.
A few days later was our first doctor's appointment. Alice was overly excited, but when is she not?
"Can I please, please, please throw your baby shower?" she asked eagerly at breakfast.
"Alice, calm down, you're making her freak out," Jasper said.
"I'm just so excited!"
"I'm excited too dear, and yes, you can plan my baby shower," I replied quietly. Alice was at her best when she was planning, or doing something for others. I loved her so much I simply didn't have it in me to deny her request, although I honestly wished she would wait, at least a few months before she started on this particular project; my nerves were constantly reminding me of the past. Concern was ever present in my mind - concern that something would go wrong again.
When the kids were off to school and the breakfast dishes were in the dishwasher, Carlisle and I made our way to the clinic. Once the paperwork was completed and blood work done we were ushered into an examination room, where Dr. Thomas joined us a few moments later.
"Carlisle, Esme, how are we doing today?" he questioned.
"Nervous, to be honest," I said truthfully.
"Well, that's to be expected. Let's get you up on the table, and we'll see if we can get a heartbeat. Then I want an ultrasound, alright?" she asked as she washed her hands.
"An ultrasound?" I asked as I sat on the exam table. Clearly, I wasn't the only one worried - it was quite early to have that done.
"I just want to make sure everything's okay. With your past history, we're going to be overly cautious, as I'm sure you'll understand." Dr. Thomas grabbed a little machine from her pocket and a bottle of goo from the table. "Ready?"
"Yes," I said quietly. Nervousness and excitement were battling together in the pit of my stomach, willing everything to be alright.
Dr. Thomas placed the wand on my belly and we all waited. It took a minute, but I heard that familiar sound.
"There we are, nice and strong," she said with a smile. "Lets go take a peek, shall we?"
A few minutes later we were in the ultrasound room. The technician looked like she was 18, complete with blonde pigtails. Again, the goo was placed on my belly and a minute later an image appeared on the screen. I looked up at Carlilse who's brow was pulled together and his head cocked to the side.
No one answered.
"Huh," Carlisle said, seemingly dumbstruck.
"What?" I asked again. "Carlisle, tell me! What's wrong?" Panic started bubbling to the surface.
"Nothing's wrong, dear," he said, trying to reassure me.
"Then what's with your expression, and why isn't anyone answering me?" I demanded, terrified to hear the truth.
"Nothing's wrong, Esme," Dr. Thomas said, recognizing my terror. "See there," she pointed to a fuzzy image on the screen that was moving. "There's a heartbeat."
"A heartbeat? As in there's more than one?" I asked, incredulous.
"Two, in fact," Dr. Thomas said, smiling softly at me.
"TWO?!" I was absolutely panicking now.
"Yes. Two very healthy-looking babies. Congratulations!"
"And..they're right on schedule? They look alright?" I asked as tears rolled down my face, trying to remain rational.
"Actually, they're measuring at twelve weeks. Everything looks good, Esme. I wouldn't worry, although this certainly means that we'll be following your pregnancy even closer than I'd originally thought," Dr. Thomas explained apologetically. "They'll be a lot of office visits, and you'll need to be very careful with yourself, Esme."
I was in shock the entire way home. I heard Carlisle talking to me, but it didn't register in my head. Twins. Two babies. Two healthy babies for the two that I had lost. I couldn't help the tears that flowed and I didn't even realize that we were home until Carlilse held his hand out to me to help me from the car. I took it as always and heard the door close behind me.
"Esme, my angel, are you alright?" Carlisle asked me softly.
"I think so...I'm elated that we're pregnant with twins, but I'm scared, Carlisle. You know this only increases the risk - what if -" Before I could finish my thoughts, Carlisle interrupted me.
"Esme, dear, we both know the risks. We've both suffered the loss of two babies before... I know you're worried, but that will not help with this pregnancy. What will happen, will happen. All we can do is move forward, and trust that things will be alright this time. If something does go wrong, you know that I will be here, giving you all the love and support you need to get through it - as I know you will do the same for me. We must remain positive, if for no other reason, than for the health of you and the babies," he said, intently gazing into my eyes.
"You're right...I guess I'm just...shocked," I said quietly.
"So am I, my love," he murmured into my hair as he held me.
Carlisle held me tight in his arms as the tears flowed. When they finally stopped, I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, which were glossy themselves.
"I love you, Carlisle," I whispered.
"I have never been more in love with you than I am right now."
With that he leaned in and softly kissed my lips, and I was the happiest woman in the world.