Her Time

𝒞𝒽. 𝒪𝓃𝑒

𝕌𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝓔𝓼𝓶𝓮 𝓒𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 was a mother, a wife, and a friend. Everyone loved and adored her, so her death fifty-nine years ago not only shocked those around her but hurt them deeply. Especially her husband: Carlisle Cullen – the man who changed her and saved her life. He was the man that gave her the family she always wanted. And now she was gone, just like that. Fifty-nine years later and her death still devastated Carlisle. He was a walking, talking, and working shell of the man he used to be, and it worried his kids. They didn't know what to do or how to help him.

"What are we going to do? He doesn't seem to be getting any better," Alice stated from her place on the couch. "He has no life in his eyes, not anymore."

"He just needs more time," Rosalie started but was interrupted by Isabella.

"It's been fifty-nine years, Rose,"

Rosalie glared at her brother's wife. "I don't care if it's been a thousand years, Isabella, my father lost his wife – he can grieve however he wants and for however long he wants," She spat and took a step in her direction. "It's not up to you, nor anyone else, to tell him how long he should grieve or that he should be over it by now."

"Rosalie, that's not what I was – "

"Imagine it was you who'd lost Edward and someone made that same ignorant statement you did, how would you feel? You wouldn't like or appreciate it, would you?" Rosalie hissed as she continued to glare at the insensitive woman. "How long would it take you to move on?"

"I'm – I'm sorry. I didn't mean to – " Isabella started but was interrupted by her sister-in-law.

"Save it for someone who cares about what you have to say." Rosalie snapped before she disappeared out of the front door with Emmett close behind.

As he sat at his desk, Carlisle silently thanked his daughter for coming to his defense. He knew that his children were not trying to be rude or mean, but that they were just worried about him and his mental state. So, with a sigh, Carlisle pushed to his feet and walked over to the mirror that Esme had placed in his office a few weeks before she'd been taken from him forever and stared at his reflection.

'Okay, Carlisle – it's time to get yourself together. If not for you, for your kids. They're worried sick about you. It's time to move on. It's what she would have wanted.' He thought to himself before he made his exit from his office and down to the living area.

"Off to work?" Emmett questioned with a smile.

Carlisle smiled and nodded. "I am."

Alice stood up from the couch, next to Jasper, and stepped toward him. "Carlisle, how are – "

Carlisle held up his hand to stop her. "Alice, I'm fine. You have nothing to worry about," He offered her words that he hoped would put her mind at ease.

"You promise?" Rosalie spoke this time.

Carlisle nodded.

"Yes, I promise. Now, I will see you all after my shift," he stated before he disappeared out the door.

On his way to the hospital, Carlisle could do nothing but think about his late wife. She was his everything. He loved her so much and to have the woman he thought would be by his side, forever, taken from him in a blink of an eye not only broke his heart but also made him fear for the lives of his children. Losing Esme almost destroyed him. Losing any of his children would be the end of him. He wouldn't survive such a loss. So, without hesitation, Carlisle instantly sent out a group text to each one of his children telling them he loved them and to be safe.

They all replied back: 'ℐ 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁.'