Midnight (Twilight Fan Fic)

Esme- Chapter 12

Hello, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update! I honestly have been waiting for @Esmesdiary to get back to me so I had her permission before using her work in this. As her username suggests she wrote a story called Esme's Diary an extract of which you can find in the chapter! I hope you enjoy it and hopefully i will be able to update a little more now that I've both over come writers block and got permission to use these extracts! 

Enjoy!!

Chapter 12

After my hunt I snuck up to the attic in Carlisle’s and my cottage, there wasn’t much there up there just boxes of memories. Nobody knew about this, apart from Carlisle … maybe the old Edward did too. I had little things that meant something to us, this time I went to the box that Carlisle had never been in, the box that contained my old diaries, most of them from my time as a human but there were some from my new life.

I took out the book with a 2 marked on its spine, this one meant the most to me, it was coming up to that time of year for me, a time when the family always noticed me turning quiet and introverted for a few weeks. I smiled as I opened to a marked page and began to read …

Dear Diary,

I am now the very proud mother of a beautiful baby boy. Words can not begin to explain how much this little man has made me feel. Although I shall always miss my Jonathan I now have a piece of him that will belong to me forever. The emptiness I have been feeling up until now has all but vanished. I hope and pray that my little man will grow up to be the kind, caring, loving young man his father was.

Naming our baby was so difficult, it reminded me of the times Johnathon and I should have spent together coming up with names, arguing over the ones I liked and he didn’t and vice versa. I wanted his name to be perfect, something that we would both like. unfortunately Charles had stripped us of the opportunity of ever discussing these things. I finally decided on:

Robert Johnathon Walker.

Tears streamed down my face as the midwife handed me my baby in the hospital. He is the most precious and beautiful gift I have ever been blessed with. The labour was very difficult and extremely painful. It felt like my insides were bing pulled out. But now, holding Robert in my arms it was worth all the pain. He has Johnathon’s lips and nose and a good strong little chin, and a small mass of dark hair on his head. He is absolutely perfect!

I have never felt such a rush of love towards someone in my life. Words fail me! There are none to explain just how much I love him. He is everything I could have ever wished for and more and although the wound in my heart from losing Johnathon will never be healed completely it is now filled with the love for another human being. 

Robert, my blessing from above.

I stopped reading there, I knew what came next and it wasn’t a happy story that I needed reminding of. This time tomorrow it would be the anniversary of the day he was born, I closed my eyes and pictured the small baby’s face, I tried my hardest to remember what it had felt like to hold him.

“Esme?” I jumped as Carlisle walked over to me in the cramped space, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I shook my head and looked to the book in my lap, “I didn’t hear you come in.”