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The Lure of Esme

Summary:
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*


Notes:
I don't own twilight - Stephenie Meyer does.


5. Chapter 5

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CarlislePOV

It was the day of Esme's ultrasound. She was 22 weeks now and was already having a hard time getting around the house. She was so uncomfortable and I felt bad for her. Thankfully, our kids were picking up the slack. Esme didn't trust herself in the kitchen anymore, afraid she'd bump into the stove or something, so Edward and Rose took over dinner duty, except when Bella was over. Her cooking skills rivaled Esme's, although I'd never say that out loud.

"Are you going to find out the sexes," Alice asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe, if we can see."

"I'm so jealous. I wish I could go," Alice said pouting.

I looked over at Jasper, who dropped his spoon on the table after Alice's comment.

"What? What are you jealous of?" Jasper asked.

"That she gets to see them!"

"Oh. Good. You had me worried there," Jasper said.

As much as she was trying to hide it, I could see just how scared Esme was. The last time we had gotten this far into a pregnancy, we ended up loosing him at the doctor's office. I knew that if she could make it past this day some of her fears would ease. We kept the previous pregnancies from the kids, since it was too difficult to talk about, for Esme especially.

As we sat in the waiting room of the clinic, I had wondered what our life would be like had Nathaniel survived. Would we still have everyone or would we have stopped after him? Would we even be living in Forks at all? I loved my family tremendously, but there always a part of me that wondered. Wondered if he would look like me or Esme; if he would have light hair and eyes or dark; would he be tall and lean; would he play sports? It occurred to me then that everything I had wanted for Nathaniel I had found in each of my children now, and the twins were the icing on the cake. These two precious little things growing in my wife were not the just the product of our love for each other, but a product of our love for family. These two little gifts would finally make our lives complete.

"Carlisle, are you coming," Esme asked. I hadn't even realized she was standing.

"Of course."

I stood and walked with Esme to the ultrasound room and was greeted by her doctor.

"Are we excited?" She asked.

"Very much so. I just want to know that they're okay," Esme said.

"Have you been feeling movement?"

"Here and there. Whichever one is on the left likes to stretch into my lung."

"Well lets take a look then, shall we? Would you like to know the sex if I can see it?"

"Carlilse," Esme asked looking at me.

"I'm fine with whatever you decide."

"No. I want it to be a surprise."

"Good choice," her doctor said as she placed the ultrasound wand on Esme's belly. "There they are!"

"Are they okay," Esme asked with tears in her eyes.

Her doctor was silent as she took measurements on the screen of each one. After a few minutes, however, her doctor's face changed from excited to nervous. I noticed she kept the wand in one position for a few minutes and this made me nervous.

"What's the matter," I asked.

"Both babies look healthy," she started. "But it's the placement of the placenta that has me worried."

"What are you talking about?" Esme asked.

"Usually the placenta will attach itself up high in the uterus. Yours, however, is placed just over the cervix. What you have is Complete Placenta Previa."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you cannot have a natural childbirth. You'll need a c-cection."

"What? Is there no way it can move? I didn't want a c-cection," Esme said.

"No, I'm sorry. But our goal is are two happy healthy babies, right? So I need you to take it very easy. Nothing strenuous, staying off your feet as much as possible, alright?"

"Alright. But my babies are healthy?"

"Yes. Very much so. But I don't want you to worry about anything. They're healthy, you're healthy and that's all that matters, okay?"

"Okay."

Later that night, I snuggled next to Esme in our bed. In all actuality, I snuggled with the pillows she kept behind her back, that gave me maybe an inch of room. I didn't mind. I just want her to be comfortable. She hasn't said much since the doctor's office, and that worried me. I was afraid she was starting to blame herself, even though nothing she could have done would have prevented it.

"Esme, are you alright," I asked.

"Fine. I'm just tired."

"Are you sure? You haven' said much." She hesitated. "You can tell me."

"I'm just...scared."

"Of?"

"I'm scared that there's something going on that no one is telling me; that you're not telling me. I'm scared that our kids will hate me for not being able to do anything for the next few months."

I rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her.

"Esme, no one will or does hate you. You're pregnant and sometimes these things just happen. And you know I would never keep anything from you. I can't. You always have a way of getting it out of me, anyway."

"True. But I can't help it. I feel inadequate. I should be downstairs cleaning up dinner and,-"

"Inadequate? Esme, my angel, you're no such thing. You have kept his house and this family together for so long. Let us help for once. What you're doing is far more important than cleaning and looking after us. You are growing two precious babies and they need you to take it easy. Please do that for me?" I asked wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I'm not used to doing nothing."

"I know. But for a little while, you need to. Besides, now you can get caught up on all the soap operas and go crazy with online shopping."

"Would it sound silly if I said I was scared to be by myself?"

"No. This is all new to us. We've never made it this far, so of course you're scared."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Be brave all of the time."

"I'm not brave all of the time. Like today, I was scared out of my mind. But I know that whatever happens, we'll get through it together."

"I love you, Carlisle."

"I love you, my angel."