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It had been a few decades after Renee passed

But even then Bella barely ever referred to her has anything but Renee

Esme and Bella are in the greenhouse, tending to the wide array of plants they had collected throughout the years

Flowers from Forks, cacti from Arizona, as well as flora from Isle Esme

They talk some, about how their plants are doing, or about the books they’ve read recently, or about the people in the town they’re currently living in

But most of the time they are silent, neither of them feeling a need to fill in the quiet 

It happens quickly and unexpectedly

Bella asks Esme for pruning shears, and after she hands them to her it just sort of comes out

“Thanks Mom”

Esme’s so happy she could soar through the roof

But she sees the pain and sorrow in Bella’s eyes for a split second, when she remembers Renee

And she, in turn, remembers her son, from all those years ago

Bella does her best to carry on as if nothing happened, too embarrassed by what happened

While Esme had always been welcoming towards Bella and saw her as part of the family, Bella had never heard Esme refer to her as her child

Later that day, after their garden was tended, they each retreat to their rooms and husbands

Bella talks to Edward about it, unsure whether she crossed a line or not

Esme talks Carlisle’s ear off about it. How happy she is but also how concerned she is about Bella

Edward and Carlisle reassure their partners

“Esme’s happy about it, trust me”

“Really? I seem to remember a certain 108 year old saying that you can’t trust vampires”

“I can read minds, remember? The only thing keeping Esme from calling you her daughter is that she’s concerned you didn’t mean it. That you feel ashamed for turning on Renee.”

The next morning Bella walks up to Esme and gives her a hug and says “Bye Mom” before leaving for school

Every time Bella calls Esme “Mom”, she can’t help but to smile

It was a beautiful Spring day when you found yourself sunbathing beside Embry in freshly blooming meadow.

The wild grass was bright, vivid, and soft to the touch, swaying gently in the warm afternoon breeze.

Pops of pink, yellow, and white were sprinkled throughout the sea of green, complimenting the pastel blue sky stippled with fluffy white clouds.

Embry snuggled further into the crook of your neck, sighing contently.

“Now this,” He murmured wrapping his arms around your waist, “Is my kind of day.”

You chuckled in agreement, tracing patterns on his bare back, and making small trails in his hair, easily feeling his smile against your collarbone.