Post by Esme Cullen on Nov 18, 2012 1:26:07 GMT -5
*She had been trying to adjust to life after Zoe's death, and the new babies arrival. She was happy for Rosalie and Emmett, they deserved every happiness in the world, and she knew how upset Rose had been over not being able to have children. She knew because deep inside, she carried the same emotions, and thoughts. She had been graced, in her mortal, with the ability to carry a young. Thinking back to those days, which seemed lifetimes past, but felt like only yesterday, she had found out she was pregnant. It was the happiest day of her life, even though her husband at the time was not the man she should have been with. She had left him, and hid away from him, thinking that she would raise her son or daughter alone. Then the unimaginable had happened, and her baby had died. After her suicide and impending death and rebirth, she had been devestated over the death of her child. She had come into this world, married to the love of her life, and had been graced with beautiful children.
She had pushed those memories to the back of her mind, until Rose and Emmett had brought out Tenn. Looking down at him, all those memories came flooding back to her, she had to fight the tears and the emotions bubbling inside of her. He looked like her child, and taking him into her arms, she was transported back to that day so long ago, when she had given birth, and held her child for the first, and last time. She had quickly handed him back to Rose and excused herself. She did her best to hide the despairing feelings that had bubbled to the surface, she was happy for her children, but was now having to deal with her own emotions and lack of being able to give her heart and soul a child, knowing that she would never carry life inside her again.
She spent time with Tenn, Rose and Emmett, but those feelings were not going away. She didn't know what to do, as she sat in hers and Carlisle's bedroom. She needed to talk to him about what she was feeling, but was unsure how to broach the subject with him. She knew she could tell him anything, and he would listen and would continue to love her, no matter what, but her emotions were so raw at the moment, she was afraid she would break down at any moment. She finally got up off the edge of the bed, and went about her daily routine, thinking that when Carlisle returned from the hospital, she would pull him into their chambers to have a talk with him, see what he thought about it, and what solution he might come up with.
Feeling a little better about things, she stepped out of their bedroom, laundry in hand and headed downstairs to wash their clothes, and do some cleaning. She had to get hold of her emotions and soon, before she lost it in front of the children and Carlisle.*
She had pushed those memories to the back of her mind, until Rose and Emmett had brought out Tenn. Looking down at him, all those memories came flooding back to her, she had to fight the tears and the emotions bubbling inside of her. He looked like her child, and taking him into her arms, she was transported back to that day so long ago, when she had given birth, and held her child for the first, and last time. She had quickly handed him back to Rose and excused herself. She did her best to hide the despairing feelings that had bubbled to the surface, she was happy for her children, but was now having to deal with her own emotions and lack of being able to give her heart and soul a child, knowing that she would never carry life inside her again.
She spent time with Tenn, Rose and Emmett, but those feelings were not going away. She didn't know what to do, as she sat in hers and Carlisle's bedroom. She needed to talk to him about what she was feeling, but was unsure how to broach the subject with him. She knew she could tell him anything, and he would listen and would continue to love her, no matter what, but her emotions were so raw at the moment, she was afraid she would break down at any moment. She finally got up off the edge of the bed, and went about her daily routine, thinking that when Carlisle returned from the hospital, she would pull him into their chambers to have a talk with him, see what he thought about it, and what solution he might come up with.
Feeling a little better about things, she stepped out of their bedroom, laundry in hand and headed downstairs to wash their clothes, and do some cleaning. She had to get hold of her emotions and soon, before she lost it in front of the children and Carlisle.*
