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Sweet Young Thing – chapter 2

March 8, 2013 / / 0 Comments

The next few days I do my best to push Edward from my mind, reminding myself again and again that he’s far too young for me. In spite of my best efforts, he keeps coming to the forefront of my mind, and I wonder how he’s doing and if he’s all settled in yet.

Wednesday evening, I’ve only just managed to change out of my work clothes when there’s a knock on my door. When I answer it I’m surprised to see Edward, blushing faintly as he holds a large covered casserole in a carrying case in both hands, with a bag dangling off his wrist. The smell emanating from the dish is mouthwatering.

Quirking a brow, I manage, “Edward?” Continue reading

Sweet Young Thing – chapter 1

March 1, 2013 / / 0 Comments
A/N: It’s funny the things that inspire stories, isn’t it? A year ago today (okay, so technically it was on February 29th, but we’ll just go with it), Davy Jones passed away, prompting me to go through my The Monkees playlist (anyone that really knows me knows I’ve been a fan of theirs my entire life). When “Sweet Young Thing” came on, this story sprang to life and insisted to be told.
So now, on the first anniversary of Davy’s death, I share it with you.

 

Rest in Peace, Davy. We miss you.
If you want to listen to the song, you can find it here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kz9pEZEJps
 
A quick word of thanks to MynameisSerendipity, Shalu, and SorceressCirce for pre-reading and offering support throughout.
Also a big thank you to Luluubelle and FarDareisMai2 for beta’ing.
As ever, I do not own Twilight. I just like to play in their sandbox.
ooOoo

“Come on, Carlisle. It’s not good for you to always be on your own. Dinner’s Friday at six, sharp. I won’t take no for an answer,” Esme says firmly.

I sigh and close my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Please, Es, I really don’t think-” I try, but she cuts me off.

“I mean it, Carbunkle. Six sharp. Don’t be late.”

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Under the Sea

February 20, 2013 / / 0 Comments
A/N: Today is my SorceressCirce’s (yes, I’ve claimed her, she’s mine) birthday. A long time ago she asked for these two boys to get a story. I hope you love Jasper and Emmett, sweets, and that you have a fabulous day today. I love you tons and am so grateful to be able to call you friend.
Thanks to mrsyt31 for beta’ing.
As ever, I don’t own Twilight. I just enjoy playing in their pond… sandbox… whatever. 😉
ooOoo
 

“Come on, Jazz, don’t be that way. Tell me where we’re going, please?” Emmett wheedled.

I shook my head. “Sorry, babe. It’s a surprise. You’re just going to have to be patient and wait. It’s only for another day.”

He harrumphed, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat back against the couch. Biting my lip to stop myself from giving in, I playfully tugged at his arm.

He scowled at me. “You know I’m not fond of surprises, Jasper.” Continue reading

Not Quite According to Plan

January 19, 2013 / / 0 Comments

A/N: This story was written as a gift for Shenoahdesigns. I hope you enjoy it, sweets.

Many thanks to Maleficentknits for betaing.

As ever, I do not own Twilight

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“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Flight BA 296 to London is now boarding. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers-”

Jasper shook his head, pushing away the announcement as he said, “Sorry, babe, what was that? You got drowned out.” He sighed, raking his hand through his hair as he jammed the phone between ear and shoulder in order to check yet again that he had his boarding pass ready.

Edward chuckled and Jasper could hear the rest of their family talking in the background. Not for the first time – or the last – Jasper cursed his boss for sending him on a last minute assignment. He’d already missed out on Christmas with his family, and he’d be damned if he’d lose out on New Year’s, too. Though if the weather had its way, that was certainly a real danger of happening.

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Why?

September 8, 2012 / / 0 Comments

I remembered I had this. It was supposed to be a part of a “guess who wrote this drabble” thing a while back, but it never got anywhere and since I’d already written it, it was left to gather dust. Well, I figured it was about time it saw some light, so here you have it. Enjoy.

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“Uncle Edward?”

I sigh. “Yes?”

“Are we there yet?”

I groan, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel as I try to remain calm.

He’s only four. He’s only four. Don’t lose it; he’s only four.

I keep repeating my mantra, taking a deep breath and flipping the turn signal. My eyes flicker to the backseat before focusing on my right turn. I love my nephew to death, but there are times when I could throttle him.

This is one of those times.

He’s been asking the same questions the entire four hour drive from Seattle.

“Not yet, Emmett.”

“Why?”

In With the New

February 2, 2012 / / 0 Comments

 

A/N: This was one of my entries for the Twilight No Stress Love Fest; Holiday Edition.
 
Many thanks, as always, to SorceressCirce, for being a wonderful friend and beta.
 
As ever, I do not own Twilight.
 
ooOoo


“Bella, where are the-” Alice starts as she rushes into the kitchen and bumps right into me. “Oh! Sorry! Here, let me.” Continue reading

A Different Kind of Christmas

February 2, 2012 / / 0 Comments

 

A/N: This was one of my entries for the Twilight No Stress Love Fest; Holiday Edition.
 
Many thanks, as always, to SorceressCirce, for being a wonderful friend and beta.
 
As ever, I do not own Twilight.
 
ooOoo


“No, Daddy, like this,” Bella said quietly as she showed me how to knead the dough properly. I knew how, of course, but I was trying to keep her engaged, hoping against hope that I was doing the right thing by following our usual traditions. Continue reading

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Remembering Her – Chapter 10

January 30, 2012 / / 0 Comments
The ride to the hospital, short as it is, is quiet. Charlie follows me inside without my needing to ask. Every face I see is somber as I head to Esme’s room. Taking my seat at her side, I reach for her hand, already so cold, it seems.

The doctor follows me in soon after, stopping at the other side of her bed. He takes a few last readings before turning to me. “Mr. Cullen?” he asks quietly.

I swallow hard, blinking tears from my eyes as Charlie clasps my shoulder, giving me his silent support.

“Mr. Cullen, sir, have you come to a decision regarding your wife?”

Lifting Esme’s hand to my lips, I take a wavering breath and nod. She’s been gone for so long now, it seems. The only thing that’s still here is her body, and even that isn’t making it on its own. Charlie’s hand slides from my shoulder to my back as I stand to lean over and kiss my wife one last time.
Pressing my lips gently to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and finally her mouth, I whisper hoarsely, “Goodbye, my love. Be at peace, now.”

I step back to allow the doctor room to take her off life support, then take my place at her side again once he’s finished. When the machine measures her heartbeat for the final time, I murmur, “I’ll always love you, Esme, and I’ll always remember.”

The End
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Remembering Her – Chapter 9

January 29, 2012 / / 0 Comments
Someone cups my elbow in their hand, and I gasp, blinking confusedly as I get my bearings again. Charlie watches me carefully, gauging whether I need help or if I’m going to be alright. The answer to that is unclear, even to me. I feel as if I’ll never be alright again.

Still, I smile reassuringly at him. Charlie nods grimly, his voice gruff as he asks, “Do you want me to give you a ride, Carlisle?”

He knows what today is. What awaits me once I make it to the hospital. He’s been there for me ever since that fateful day.

Opening the door, I blink at Charlie standing on my porch looking tired but with a look of satisfaction as he says, “We got ’em, Carlisle. Found the bastard hiding away in a motel a couple of towns over. He’ll pay for what happened, Carlisle. I promise.”

All I can do is stare, unable to really grasp what he’s telling me. Part of me can’t even be bothered with it, because nothing will make Esme come back to me. No matter what happens, my life will never be the same again.
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Remembering Her – Chapter 8

January 28, 2012 / / 0 Comments
As I pass the corner store, I shudder, pushing my hands deeper into my pockets as I try to rush past this place. This is where my life changed forever. Right here, on this very spot where my feet seem to stick and I can’t move. Not forward, or back.

I stare, unseeing, out into traffic, feeling the whoosh of air as cars drive by too fast.

“Carlisle!” Esme calls happily as she sees me across the street.

I smile when I spot her waving. I’m tired and on my way home from work. I’m sure Esme’s timed her shopping to coincide with when I’d be passing this way. She always loves those few moments together, just walking.

The light’s red, so I dutifully wait for it to change before crossing. Esme’s standing on the other side, bag of groceries in hand. When the light changes to indicate I can walk, her smile widens. I’m halfway across when I hear it: tires screeching, squealing as someone loses control of their car. People scream, and I call out to Esme to warn her, but it’s too late.

I watch in horror as the car comes racing through the intersection, running a red light, and veers onto the sidewalk and right into Esme, who flies through the air even as the car drives off into the distance.
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