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25. things you said in front of other people
Esme and Carlisle were in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Emmett and Rosalie were on their way out for a run and Emmett opened it to find Bella on the porch. She smiled shyly, and he greeted her with a warm word and bear hug. Rosalie smiled stiffly at her.
"Is Edward home?" she asked nervously. Emmett told her no, but that Esme had sent him on a run to the grocery store and he wouldn't be long. He told her where to find Carlisle and Esme, and then he and Rosalie were out of the door and gone.
Esme looked up at the sound of her name coming from across the house, but her attention was quickly diverted again. Carlisle stood behind her and held her in his arms possessively, and he was leaving silent kisses along her neck. She stifled laughter as she stirred the vegetables and stock on the hob. Although it was July, a cold spell had fallen over the Pacific northwest, and if she had been human, Esme would have considered it soup weather. So, she was making Bella soup. Or she was trying to, but her husband's elegant hands were doing their best to distract her. He splayed one over her hip and slid it firmly to her lower stomach.
"We have company," she breathed, and she turned her head back to look at him. He took the opportunity to kiss her deeply. Then, the sound of Bella's tentative footsteps came closer and Esme broke the kiss. Just as the girl turned into the kitchen, Carlisle reluctantly pulled away. Esme stirred the stewing vegetables.
"Hello, darling," she said warmly. Carlisle greeted her, too.
"Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, Edward didn't say he would be out."
"Not at all," Esme replied, waving the wooden spoon. "You're always welcome here."
"We mean that when we say it, too," Carlisle added kindly. He had taken his place close to Esme and was washing up the cutting board and knives left there. He scrubbed them so thoroughly they would be ready for his next surgery.
Bella smiled bashfully and took a seat at the kitchen counter. It wasn't the first time she had been at the house without Edward, and she was finally beginning to become more comfortable there. She made small talk with them and thanked Esme for cooking for her and asked her about her day, and they asked her about hers.
They fell into a comfortable silence after Esme had blitzed the vegetables and poured the soup into a bowl. Bella took it gratefully and began to eat. Esme and Carlisle quietly got on with wiping down the surfaces and hob, working as seamlessly as if they were one entity.
"Can I ask you a question?" Bella asked after a long silence.
Esme looked up and smiled. "Of course."
"Were you... were you human when you... when you both...?" she trailed off. "When you... found each other?"
Carlisle smiled and rested his hand at the small of Esme's back. She glanced up at him and nodded once. "We met first when she was a teenager and she broke her leg. I was passing through her town and plastered her up and moved on a week or so later."
"That was ten years before I was changed," Esme added.
"Did you follow her for ten years?" Bella asked in confusion.
"No, it was just coincidence."
"Or fate," Carlisle added, only half-joking.
"He found me in a morgue and changed me, and we've been together since then."
Bella looked between them and let the silence draw on for a long moment before speaking again. "Did you remember him? From when you were a teeanger, I mean."
"I never forgot him," came Esme's reply. "He had been so kind to me. I used to hope that he'd come back and find me again, and then he did."
Carlisle glanced down, looking bashful, and he covered his smile with his hand. Esme nudged his side gently.
"And after all this time you're still happy?" Bella pressed. "I mean, being married that long must be pretty hard, isn't it? Don't you ever... worry?" She stopped herself as if she realised she had said too many wrong things. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong, I just..."
Esme reached over the counter and took Bella's warm hands in her own. "If you're worried about getting tired of Edward in the future, don't be. He's been with us for more than eighty years, and we have never grown tired of him. Or each other."
"It's not me I'm worried about," she mumbled.
Esme smiled. "He's not become bored of us, either. He doesn't tire of the ones he loves, and he certainly loves you."
Carlisle nodded. "There is nothing to fear with him. Our natures are unchanging and our emotions, too. Of course, day to day they change, but our dispositions, our personalities, they are static for the most part."
"But..." Bella began, but she stopped herself with a glance at Carlisle.
Esme glanced at her, and then at Carlisle, and nodded her head towards the stairs. He took the hint and excused himself to give them some privacy.
"What is it?" Esme asked gently once they were alone.
"I'm worried that in a few years he might not want me. Like... it didn't take long for my mom to leave my dad, but he never got over her, and what if that's me and Edward? What if he changes his mind?"
In a split second Esme was on the stool next to Bella and she tucked brown hair behind her ear. "We're not like that in our nature, my dear. When I look at my husband, I still get butterflies as if it is the first time. Sometimes, just thinking about him makes me giddy. For these past eighty years, it has just felt like I am falling in love again and again, and there is no end to that feeling."
Bella couldn't look her in the eye, and focused on a spot over Esme's shoulder. "What if that's just you, not all vampires?"
"Talk to Alice," Esme said, trying to be reassuring. "Or Emmett. They will say the same, I promise." Bella didn't look reassured, and Esme squeezed her hand gently. "Edward's car just turned into the drive. He'll be only a minute or two."
They waited together in the kitchen and Edward dropped off the groceries she had sent him out for before sweeping Bella off her feet and taking her to his car. The engine was still running. Perhaps he had heard Esme's thoughts and wanted some alone time with her. Esme didn't mind. It gave her and Carlisle the house.
He was back in front of her within moments. "You're good with her," he said as he took Bella's bowl and washed it up.
Esme held open the cabinet for him to put back after he dried it. "Not as good as I'd like to be."
"Give it time," he replied, smiling. "You'll get there."
He squeezed her hand. "You will. You shared with her something very touching that would have reassured anyone, at least a little."
"Do you think I shared too much?"
Carlisle let go of her hand and leaned back against the counter, seeming to enjoy the sensation. "No, I don't. But maybe I'm biased. It was nice to hear you talk like that, if I'm honest."
He looked down with a smile that almost looked shy. "You still make me giddy, too."