𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 . The  perfect  mother you  saw  on  the  50’s  TV  screen .  Dinner  ,  Breakfast  ,  lunch  ,  played  with  your  hair  –  talked to  you  about  everything .  It  seemed they  always  had  a  running joke  in  the  house  of  getting  food  ready  ,  and  it  always  seemed she’d  pop  in  when  he  wanted  to  talk  to  her  most  .  

He  had  LOVED  his  own  mother  fiercely ,  devastated  by  her  loss  and  while  Esme  could  never  fill  that  hole  she  had  created something  all  of  her  own  in  his  heart  .  Edward  rolled over  on  his  bed,  sitting up  and  motioned for  her  to  come  in  the  room  .  ❝    I  know  we  say  that  Alice  is  psychic,  but  are  you  sure  you  aren’t,       ❞  the  smile  is  in  his  eyes  ,  but  he  can’t  quite  bring  himself  to  fully  smile  ,  even  for  Esme  .