Alice had all but refused to tell everyone exactly what her vision had entailed. She had described great losses on both sides following the battle that could have been. Everyone wanted to know, but Edward was the only one who knew the truth, besides his sister. He, too, decided to keep it to himself in order to keep everyone's mind at ease, particularly his mother's.

"Do you know how many times I've caught myself reliving the moment I saw with Jasper?" Alice asked Edward, after he suggested that maybe being honest wouldn't hurt.

"I know," he agreed, "It must be difficult, but does it not make you love him even more?"

"Edward, that's not fair," Alice pleaded, "I'd love him more regardless."

"Just tell Esme," Edward whispered.

"Tell me what?" Esme asked, overhearing their conversation.

Edward and Alice looked at each other. Esme continued to eye them.

"Nothing," Alice said. She knew her mother wouldn't let it go. Alice made a face at Edward, "Fine."

Esme crossed the room and waited for what they had to say.

"My visions, from the day we met with the Volturi," she started, "I know everyone wants to know, but it's pointless, really."

"Well, you've got me curious now," Esme told her.

"I didn't want to say anything to anyone, because to be honest, one of the great losses that occurred in my vision, was Jasper. If we had gone into battle, Jasper would have been killed by the Volturi," she gave Edward another nasty look, "It haunts me every day."

"I'm sure it must, Alice. I'm sorry."

She nodded, "And I know it doesn't matter anymore, because it didn't happen," she hesitated.

"Just spit it out," Edward said.

"The same thing would have happened to Carlisle," Alice regretfully told her, "But it didn't, so.."

Esme nodded and looked around.

"I didn't want to even say anything, because I didn't want to cause you unneccesary worry... or visuals."

"No, it's okay," Esme said.

"Now you did it, Alice," Edward said, "Esme's all worried. I can see it in her thoughts."

Alice punched Edward as hard as she could in the arm, "It's your fault."

Esme was about to scold her, but Carlisle walked through the door, just getting home from work. "Hello," he said with a smile.

Everyone waved and greeted him. He kissed Esme, noticing the darkness of her eyes.

"We should hunt," she said to him, sensing the increasing black in his eyes, as well.

"I was about to suggest that."

Edward and Alice stared at him for an extra second.

"What?" he asked, looking at them, then Esme. He thought he might have had something on face or jacket and brushed himself off with both hands.

Alice laughed, "You don't have anything on you."

Bella and Jasper entered, calling for each of them. Carlisle and Esme left the house to hunt.

On their travels, Carlisle sensed something was a little off with his wife, and he stopped to ask her. "What's going on?" he asked with a smile.

"Huh?" she asked, smiling back.

He pulled her to him and kissed her, "Something's off. What is it?"

Esme knew he was telling her to trust him by his movements and affection toward her. She looked down, then back up, "Nothing. It's nothing." She shook her head.

"I'll get it out of you sooner or later," he said.

She knew this was true, and thought to herself, why fight it? She sighed, "Alice told me what her visions were that day we all met with the Volturi to defend Renesme."

"Oh yeah?"

Esme nodded, "She told me that if we'd gone ahead with a fight that day, that you and Jasper would have... you know."

Carlisle's expression was as calm as ever and he brushed some hair away from her face, "It didn't happen, though," he said, "We're here. I'm fine. You're fine. Jasper's fine."

She smiled, "I know," her hands were placed lightly on his chest, "I just, I don't know, it's horrible to think that I could be here without you right now. Hunting alone. Living alone. Never getting to kiss you again, or hear your voice."

"Stop," he continued to smile, touching her chin with his thumb, "That will never happen. I'll always be here, Esme."

She began to protest, but immediately gave in when Carlisle placed his lips on hers, which deepened as the seconds passed. She eagerly accepted his tounge against hers and kissed him with a passion like she hadn't in awhile. She finally opened her eyes, feeling like she had been in the greatest daydream, looking down at Carlisle's hands gripping tightly onto her hips.

"Hunting can wait," he told her, "Your eyes still have a little gold left." He held out a hand, and Esme smiled as he rushed them away to their own private getaway, sensing she needed the distraction.

For some reason, Esme desperately wanted to talk to Carlisle more about Alice's vision. She wanted to tell him how much she loved and appreciated him, and how lost she would be without him. The thought that he could be gone right now was plaguing her mind, as Alice had suspected. She couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for her daughter, actually witnessing her own mate's potential death. It must have been an excruciating image.

"Carlisle," Esme said, as they entered the empty home, "I -"

He held up a hand and she knew what he was going to say. "No more about Alice's vision," he told her.

"I just love you so much," she said.

"I know," he said back, "I love you too." He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her more passionately than before.

Esme took in everything about her husband, appreciating him in new ways that she didn't know existed before that day. She took in his scent, his sounds and his touch as he began guiding the outer layers of her clothing off of her body. She aided him in the process, letting her shirt fall to the floor and the sports bra she had on, that she suddenly regreted wearing, though knew it made no difference to Carlisle. He pulled her toward him, as she stripped off the rest of her clothes. Esme pulled him to her, feeling his bare skin on hers.

Carlisle aggressively kissed her neck and had Esme placed lightly against the wall with a hand behind her back. She worked it so he picked her up and after a quick moment of eye contact and Esme's nod, he worked himself inside of her.

"Are you alright like this?" Carlisle asked, as he always did. There was never a time when he didn't make sure she was fine, and she appreciated it.

"Yeah," she choked out, longing for his tounge against hers again.

Carlisle guided his wife, sliding his hands across her hips and finding the right place to grip before creating a perfect rhythm for the both of them. Esme grabbed the side of his face with one hand, leaving the other wrapped around the back of his neck, and lead her mouth to his, letting out several muffled moans as she kissed him. His grunts heightened her arrousal, and she found herself lightly tugging on the back of his hair. Every time he thrusted into her, she grabbed a little tighter, and pulled on his hair a little firmer.

"Don't stop," she found herself whispering in his ear. It was as if she was unable to control her words, they just spilled out of her mouth.

Carlisle continued his motions for awhile, before stopping momentarily to bring her to a more comfortable setting. Esme lingered in his arms, still nibbling on his ear lobe as he placed her perfectly in the middle of the bed, wrapping both of them in the welcoming blankets. For a minute, he deciding to tease her, gently caressing the center of each of her breasts with his tounge, and pushing himself up against her.

Esme found herself smiling at her husband's mid-loving making foreplay. It settled both of them down a little and usually meant he would be able to last longer during their first time through. He knew exactly what buttons of hers to push, and he did it well. She never knew when he would resume. It usually took her by surprise, and she waited anxiously until her wish was granted.

As Carlisle got back into his motion, he tried to pay extra attention to his wife's expressions, falling deep into the looks on her face and the noises she attempted to control. He kissed the side of her face, reminding her several times of how much he loved her and felt himself unwillingly going a little faster, saying his wife's name in a gruff tone over and over.

Every pleasure sensor in her body ached more every time he lurched forward on top of her, feeling him beginning to go faster as he grabbed the headboard with one of his hands.

He could tell from the sudden tightness of her entire body that she was as ready as he was, asking him again not to stop, this time with more desperation. The series of moans that accompanied his name, as Esme pressed the side of her face against his while clutching the back of his neck pushed him to his limit. Carlisle grabbed her hip with one hand, while the other gripped the pillow beneath them. He lifted himself into her one last time, letting her know of his satisfaction through a final series of grunts and moans, before resting his lips on her bare shoulder as a few stray breaths left his mouth.

Esme embraced every second of their time, as the two of them continued to lay there, not speaking, just soaking in everything else about each other. Carlisle had yet to turn his head to face her, but the gentle rub of his hand against the side of her body said enough. She returned the motion, holding him close, stroking her hands gently over every part of his body she could reach.

When he finally turned to face her, she laughed at the messiness of his usually fine combed hair.

"What?" he asked with a warm smile, unaware of his fashion faux pas.

Esme ran her hands through his hair, and he quickly got the message, pulling her into a series of kisses. "Feeling better now?"

She sighed, still finding herself slightly more emotional than normal, "Yes."

"Good," he cuddled himself around her.

Esme closed her eyes, feeling his lips lingering on her shoulder blades as he kissed her back several times, pulling her close to him.

"I love you," Carlisle told her.

"I love you too Carlisle."