Post by Esme Cullen on Jan 1, 2013 16:11:19 GMT -5
*The holidays had come and gone, and it was the first day of a brand new year. She had enjoyed spending time with the children, grandchildren and Carlisle, the keeper of her heart and soul. But the holidays were over, and she and Carlisle would be leaving in just a few days to spend time with the Denali clan. She had pulled out her old steamer trunks, and packed her clothes and belongings into each one, making sure to pack all of her pictures of the children. She was wearing the mothers ring that the children had given her, it had each of their birthstones in it. She ran her finger over it lovingly, knowing that she was going to miss them when they left, but knowing that they had to spread their wings and live their lives, without Carlisle or herself there, watching over everything they did. She closed the trunk, latching it and securing the leather straps around it. She had these trunks when she was alive, right before her death actually and she had made sure they were taken with them whenever they moved. She would miss Forks, but she thought that this adventure would be good for her and Carlisle.
Looking around the room, she smiled a bittersweet smile, for this was home, a home she had designed just for them. She loved the expanse of windows that made it appear as if the outdoors were inside, and vice versa. She walked from room to room, as memories flooded her mind, memories of them moving in, and all the daily things that happened here. She could hear the soft notes of music, floating on the air, as Edward sat at the baby grand piano downstairs. These were memories, since Edward and Bella lived in the cottage in the woods, that she had redone, just for them. Walking downstairs, she ran her fingers over the ivory and black keys of the piano, and smiled. She could see all the parties that Alice has planned and had here. Alice loved to plan parties, and events. She had always planned everything, up to and including Bella and Edwards wedding. She could see Rosalie and Emmett, hugging as they sat on the couch, thinking no one was watching, and then kissing when they thought they were hidden from site. All these memories flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but smile, and sometimes wish she could just sit down and cry.
Sighing, she walked into the kitchen, the one room they rarely used, unless they had Jake and the wolves over, or human friends and family. But she had been raised with the thought that the kitchen was the heart of the home, where meals were thought our and prepared with love for your family and friends, and where most women had their heart to heart talks with each other. She ran her hand over the cold granite counter, looking out the window over the sink that showed nothing but barren, snow covered trees.
Standing there, looking out, she wondered what life had in store for Carlisle and herself. They had become distant in the last few months, and she missed the connection they had always had, even when she was 16 and he had come to tend her broken leg. She missed being able to talk to him about anything and everything, her joys and fears. She would do whatever it took to get that connection back, for he was her heart and soul, the very reason for her existence, and she loved him beyond measure. This time away, would restore everything she felt like was lost, and they would be the loving couple they had been before, she would do whatever needed to be done to make it happen.*
Looking around the room, she smiled a bittersweet smile, for this was home, a home she had designed just for them. She loved the expanse of windows that made it appear as if the outdoors were inside, and vice versa. She walked from room to room, as memories flooded her mind, memories of them moving in, and all the daily things that happened here. She could hear the soft notes of music, floating on the air, as Edward sat at the baby grand piano downstairs. These were memories, since Edward and Bella lived in the cottage in the woods, that she had redone, just for them. Walking downstairs, she ran her fingers over the ivory and black keys of the piano, and smiled. She could see all the parties that Alice has planned and had here. Alice loved to plan parties, and events. She had always planned everything, up to and including Bella and Edwards wedding. She could see Rosalie and Emmett, hugging as they sat on the couch, thinking no one was watching, and then kissing when they thought they were hidden from site. All these memories flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but smile, and sometimes wish she could just sit down and cry.
Sighing, she walked into the kitchen, the one room they rarely used, unless they had Jake and the wolves over, or human friends and family. But she had been raised with the thought that the kitchen was the heart of the home, where meals were thought our and prepared with love for your family and friends, and where most women had their heart to heart talks with each other. She ran her hand over the cold granite counter, looking out the window over the sink that showed nothing but barren, snow covered trees.
Standing there, looking out, she wondered what life had in store for Carlisle and herself. They had become distant in the last few months, and she missed the connection they had always had, even when she was 16 and he had come to tend her broken leg. She missed being able to talk to him about anything and everything, her joys and fears. She would do whatever it took to get that connection back, for he was her heart and soul, the very reason for her existence, and she loved him beyond measure. This time away, would restore everything she felt like was lost, and they would be the loving couple they had been before, she would do whatever needed to be done to make it happen.*
