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Oh, by the way Carrie, Surprise!

Esme's POV

My head snuggled against Carlisle's shoulder as I drifted off to sleep. My dreams for once were not filled with horribly twisted dreams of that night which seemed to still feel like yesterday. They were soft and light and filled with the wonderfully beautiful man, whom I was using as my own personal pillow. My Lord, he could make my heart beat. I bet I was smiling in my sleep.

"We're here!" Carlisle murmured for the entire car to hear. I woke up almost instantly and looked around the car and then outside the windows. The town of Forks was filled with massive Evergreen Trees and I could see mountains off in the distance. It was simply and all together naturally beautiful. We soon entered the little town; it was wonderfully quaint with little shops and boutiques. I could not wait to make our home here.

Carlisle began to tell Carrie directions on how to arrive at our new little home. I pulsed with excitement and anticipation. Seeing Andy and Biff would also be extra wonderful as well, I miss their rather awkward personalities and their ability to keep me smiling. Soon we pulled into a lovely suburban neighborhood. The houses were small, each on different from the others. I peered out the window as I felt the car turn down a new street. I wondered which house was ours. Then I saw it, a beautiful house with green shutters and a blue door.

Andy and Biff were bringing in boxes from the moving truck they rented. I could see ones clearly marked Esme and I felt a grin creep on to my face. Biff waved wildly as the familiar car entered his view. Carrie pulled into the driveway and he opened Carlisle's car door and hugged him. The weather was chilly here but the air was easy to breathe. Carlisle pulled me close, wrapped his arms around me, and held me next to his chest.

"What do you think ladies?" Andy asked.

"It's…nice," Carrie mused.

When I entered the humble little abode I tried to see past the stacks of brown boxes, each labeled to which rooms they belonged, to and see the bones and structure that gave the house its character. Once I did, a plethora of design opportunities ran through my mind. It was a blank canvas with simple tan walls, with wonderfully creaky hard wood floors. This house was completely perfect.

"It needs your touch" Carlisle mumbled into my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"Is that reason why you brought me here with you, Dr. Cullen, to decorate your home?" I giggled

"Maybe" he shrugged as he pressed his lips against his cheek.

The rest of the day continued smoothly and almost normally. Carrie and I hardly had to lift a finger with all the strong men we chose as our roommates. We then sat at the table and decided our room assignments. Carlisle, Carrie and I were all placed upstairs and Andy and Biff decided they would take the basement to make a man cave. Then later that week we'd go shopping to make more design decisions, to make this house a home.

I spent a good couple of hours sitting on my bedroom floor and rummaging through unopened boxes I had brought with me from Ohio. I touched the soft fabric of the cloths I hadn't worn in quite awhile. There were pictures I had left behind during my escape, Carrie and I look good in…most…of them. Then there was a box with a comforter from the bed I shared with Charles. I closed it almost immediately and shoved it out the door. There was no need to drag old baggage in to my new life. By the time I was done the box had been taken away, I knew I was in good hands here.

The night was still young and the others had ordered pizza from a local restaurant, but Carlisle surprised me and decided we'd go on an official date tonight. Our dinner was lovely and the people seemed rather nice to the new strangers who had disturbed the quiet of their town.

"Why'd you choose Forks?" I asked.

"Why not!" Carlisle laughed happily.

"You seem to have a good connection here, care to explain." I fiddled with my glass of water.

A smile played on his face as he began to tell his story. Apparently it all started when Andy took a wrong turn on the way to Seattle on one of the many road trips the boys took. They ended up in the hospitable small town of Forks, Washington and fell in love. They had come back every year since then. The local people grew quite fond of the trio of medical students and decided they needed a reason to make them stay. So when three new positions at the hospital opened up, it was no surprise as to who they would call first. It was obvious they loved the boys just as much as the boys loved them.

"They're quite excited to have you here as well," he smirked "they need someone to bring the sunshine when it rains." I could feel myself blush as I smiled absently at him like a love struck fool, which was soon becoming a specialty of mine.

It was dark by the time we had finished eating as incoming storms rattled off into the distance. My first Forks rain I smiled at the thought. However, even at the late hour and the possible storm the town seemed to be a lively place. As we stepped outside the safety of the warm restaurant a group of teenagers passed us. All their shirts were blue and gold, labeled with saying such as 'Forks High', 'Go Spartans', and 'Show Your Spartan Spirit'. It was good to see students representing their high school. That was the age group I'd love to teach. Then suddenly his cold hand reached out to grab mine. I shivered.

"Sorry, it's cooled off quite a bit," he said apologetically.

"Cold hands, warm heart, that's what my mother always said," I smiled as I squeezed his had, making his face turn red for once.

We started walking home at an average pace and his hand still lingered with mine the entire way. The night air was brisk and light, while the stars twinkled brightly above our heads. They were much brighter than they had ever been in New York. I found myself wondering if he was thinking the same thing, when suddenly he began to sing in a low tone for only the two of us to hear.

"Stars shining bright above you" he sounded beautiful.

"Night breezes seem to whisper I love you," I sang along.

"Birds singing in a sycamore tree, Dream a Little Dream of me" we sang as our voices joined together. After that last sweet note his lips brushed the top of my head, his hands placed securely around my arms and with a sigh said "I love you Esme, Welcome home."