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.
12. Chapter 12
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I was standing in the nursery at the hospital looking over my two new children - both girls, who looked exactly like Esme. They were small and in incubators, but they were strong. My little fighters. Behind me I heard a tap on the glass; I turned and saw my family standing there. Off to the side I saw Emmett, who had concern written across his face. He was still blaming himself.
I left the nursery and joined my family.
"How are they? How is Esme?" Alice asked.
"Esme is good. The babies are small, but they'll be alright."
"Can we see them?" Rosalie asked.
"They're back in the special care nursery right now. I can only bring one of you back at a time, and I'd really like Esme to see them first. Speaking of which, I should go check on her."
I led my family back to Esme's room. A nurse was changing an IV bag while another one looked over the stitches on her arm.
"Hey," she said quietly. She was a bit groggy from the pain medicine.
"Feel like visitors?" I asked.
As my family filed in, I noticed Emmett was absent. I found him sitting in the waiting room, his head in his hands. I sat next to him.
"Emmett, you okay?"
"No. This shouldn't have happened, Carlisle."
"It's alright. Esme's safe and the babies will be fine. They're just small, that's all."
"I still feel so guilty."
"Em, there's nothing to feel guilty about. I'm not angry with you."
"But I messed everything up."
"We all make mistakes, son. Some are worse than others, but in this case, you didn't do anything wrong. You were just doing something that Esme asked of you. Please don't blame yourself any longer. Now, go throw some water on your face, it'll make you feel better."
"Alright. I really am sorry, Carlisle."
Emmett and I made our way back to Esme's room. I could tell the pain medication was making her tired, but I knew she wouldn't say anything - she needed to be with us.
"So when can I see my babies?" Esme asked one of her nurses.
"I'll go check for you. If they can leave the nursery, I'll bring them in."
As the nurse left, Charlie and Bella walked in. Charlie was still in his police uniform, and I knew this wasn't a social visit.
"Are you alright?" Bella asked.
"Yes dear, I'm fine," Esme said trying to hold back a yawn.
"Carlisle, can I talk to you outside, please? I won't keep you long," Charlie asked.
"Do you know when Esme will be released?" Charlie asked once we were out in the hallway.
“Probably by the end of the week, why?"
"I need to bring her down to the station to get her statement."
"Why?" I asked. It seemed ridiculous to put her through anything else at this point.
"I'm just following procedure here. If it were up to me, I'd say case closed, but I can't. I should be in there right now talking to her, but I know she's been through a lot," he replied.
"Yes, she has."
"I also need to take yours," Charlie said. I saw behind him the nurse walking towards us with two bassinets. Charlie turned and looked as well. "Sooner rather than later."
"Yes of course. Perhaps later tonight, when Esme's asleep. We can do it in my office," I said.
"Sure, that will be fine, Carlisle. Actually, if you want to wait until the morning, that's fine too," he replied, glancing back at the bassinets. Even though we were 'following procedure,' it was clear this was going to be a short and simple task - Charlie wasn't interested in calling any unnecessary attention to this case.
Charlie and I followed the nurse back into Esme's room. I grabbed a few pillows from the closet to put under her arms, then placed our little miracles in her arms.
"They're beautiful!" Esme cried. "Will I be able to nurse them?"
"Yes. The lactation nurse will stop by in the morning. For now we're giving them formula in the nursery," the nurse said. "If you need anything, just call, okay?"
"So what are you going to name them?" Alice asked.
"We were thinking about Ava Grace and Sophia Hannah," Esme said.
"Perfect," Rose said.
The next morning, I met Charlie in my office and gave my statement. He assured me that this would all be over before we realized it, and apologized for not finding Esme himself. I explained that the doors had been very well hidden and that unless you knew where to look, you wouldn't have found them. Esme decided to give her statement later that day from her hospital bed. Hearing everything that Aro had told her... watching the tears stain her face, it all made me hate him even more.
A few days later, Esme and the twins were released. Alice had arranged a welcome home party with just a few friends. The biggest surprise she arranged was flying Esme's sister, Mary, in from Ohio.
Easter rolled around all too quickly. Ava and Sophia were growing like crazy. Ava was our little eater, and Sophia was the lover. Emmett surprised me with how protective he is with the girls, but he's just as sweet with them - every morning before leaving, he kisses them lightly on their foreheads, and each night when he's home, he helps Esme with their baths. I think he's trying to make up for the guilt he still feels for leaving Esme unprotected.
We invited Bella and Charlie for Easter dinner. When they arrived, Bella went to help out in the kitchen, while Charlie joined me in the living room with the boys watching the game.
"Carlisle, can I steal you and Esme for a minute?" he asked.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Just need to talk to you, that's all."
I gathered Esme, and the three of us went into my study.
"So, I heard back from the DA's office," Charlie said.
"And?" Esme asked quietly.
"And he agrees with my recommendation," Charlie replied.
"Which would be what?" I asked.
"That it was self defense and that no charges will be brought. I also had them look into the disappearance of Anna Hansen all those years ago. The local police department did another search of Aro's old home, and they found her remains. They can't tell how she died, but given what you told us, we're pretty sure he killed her. Anyway, like I said, you two have been cleared," Charlie explained.
Esme threw her arms around Charlie and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Charlie. You don't know what this means to us."
Charlie left and I took Esme into my arms, kissing her fiercely.
"I told you nothing would happen," I said to her. "After all - it really was self-defense. There was nothing else we could have done. If he had lived, we would have never been free of him; it was the only way, dear," I said softly.
"I know... it's just good to hear, that's all," Esme murmured.
"Yes, it is," I replied, feeling immense relief. Finally, our nightmare was over, and we could continue our happy lives with no more worries.