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Post by Esme Anne Cullen on May 3, 2009 15:43:22 GMT -5
Esme pulled back to gaze at Carlisle. His eyes were…serious. What could be wrong. Maybe, it was her sense of danger, that was near, that made Carlisle worried too. “Carlisle, anything.” She said. Her eyebrows pulled together and she frowned slightly. “Darling, what’s wrong?” She asked.
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Post by alice0526 on May 3, 2009 15:52:20 GMT -5
Carlisle smiled. "You will never feel that again," He said. "You don't know how much I love you, dear," He said, kissing her again.
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Post by Isabella Marie Cullen on May 3, 2009 17:11:53 GMT -5
Bella smiled and looked down as Esme and Carlisle had a tender moment. She loves watching the two of them together, they were so completely in sync with each others motions ad feelings. She wondered if her and Edward looked like that.
"Thank Carlisle. I'll have to take you up on that offer sometime. She said taking a few steps toward the door. She wanted to give them sometime before the others got home. "With that I think I'll head home and wait for Edward and Nes to come home." She said going to the door and leaning in quickly to add "Thanks again!" And disappeared into the woods.
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Post by alice0526 on May 3, 2009 21:49:58 GMT -5
Carlisle chuckled. "I'll see you later, Bella," He called. Then he looked back at Esme, smiling. "Do you promise?" He asked again.
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Post by Emmett Cullen on May 4, 2009 10:45:13 GMT -5
Emmett strolled through the door of his home, his body and clothes covered in grease from where he had been lifting a car for his wife. He smiled at his ‘parents’ who seemed to be in a deep sort of conversation. What it was about, however, he hadn’t a clue. But that didn’t stop the very anti-serious Emmett Cullen from trying to make things fun.
“’Ello!” [/color] He cried, lifting his mother off the floor in a bear hug. He laughed as he realised he would be getting grease all over her clothes that Alice had obviously just bought or made that morning. She was always getting pissed off at him for making the clothes dirty, but he never wore them again, so who really cared. It seemed like Alice’s whole Vampiric life was revolved around shopping for the Cullens.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by alice0526 on May 4, 2009 16:02:10 GMT -5
Carlisle chuckled as he released Esme for Emmett to hug her. "Hello Emmett," He greeted him. Then he realised his clothes. "I see you were having fun," He commented.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on May 4, 2009 16:30:44 GMT -5
Rosalie thanked her husband before he left to enter the 'main area' of the house. She slid herself out from under the car and headed straight for the small sink installed in the garage. She found it handy, especially when she was covered in car grease. She washed up, getting rid of the grease from her face and hands, and walked into the main area where Emmett walked through.
She chuckled as she walked in. "Part of me thinks that he had more fun than I did. she joked, teasingly. She knew her husband enjoyed getting messy and such, while Rosalie, on the other hand, preferred to stay clean, but that still didn't stop her from messing around with cars and stuff.
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Post by Esme Anne Cullen on May 4, 2009 17:15:03 GMT -5
Esme beamed, almost all of her family was with her. It was good to see them all in one peace. “I promise,” Esme laughed. She looked down at her clothes. “Emmett, you got some stuff…grease or whatever on my shirt. I’d better go change before Alice comes around to kill you.” She looked at her son. “You’re always in there working on the car, Rose.” She smiled, but adopted a confused look. “Now, I don’t speak car and driver but what exactly are you doing?”
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Post by Rosalie Hale on May 4, 2009 17:22:32 GMT -5
Rosalie chuckled. It seemed as if only few of her family members understood her love for cars as much as she did, Edward, Emmett and supposedly Alice [but that may have just been because of how they looked]. "Well. Most of the time I spend, I spend making sure every thing is up to par with it all. I hardly let any car slip out of perfection...You're welcome for that by the way." she stated. "But if they are, I check the oil, temperature gage, radiator, and stuff like that. she tried to keep her explanation short, sweet and not all too confusing. She could have gone on, but she wasn't sure if Esme was following her explanation that well.
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Post by Esme Anne Cullen on May 4, 2009 17:31:22 GMT -5
“Nevermind,” Esme smiled. “Thank you, for not letting us crash, but I do not understand. I’ll just go on blissfully living my mechanically free life, if you don’t mind.” Esme laughed. “By the way you two,” she said looking levelly at Emmett and Rosalie, “Where were you? Besides the garage today?”
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Post by Emmett Cullen on May 5, 2009 10:28:47 GMT -5
Emmett let og of his mother and walked to Rosalie’s side, patting his father’s shoulder on the way.. “Shopping.” [/color] He looked down at his wife and pulled her gently to his side, his big arm around her waist. Then he pointed to the bags of whatever it was his wife had bought that were all sprawled across the floor by the stairs. Then he laughed. “Honestly, I don’t know how you women can buy so much.”[/color][/blockquote] <<Sorry for short!>>[/size]
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Post by Rosalie Hale on May 5, 2009 15:49:10 GMT -5
Rosalie smiled innocently as Emmett told Carlisle and Esme where they were earlier. To her, it was nothing to be ashamed of, it just seemed as if she was shopping more often than she normally did. She leaned up and kissed her husband's cheek lightly. It wasn't that big of a difference, but he was still a bit taller than her. She bit her lip lightly, and mumbled to herself, "Yeah, I should probably put those upstairs soon. she chuckled lightly.
{ooc: Gah, sorry for short.}
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Post by Esme Anne Cullen on May 6, 2009 17:27:17 GMT -5
Esme cleared her throat. She smiled at her dazzling daughter. “We were just talking about shopping…” She smiled at Carlisle. “So, what did you get?” Esme asked. She wanted to know everything that had to do with her family, even what they bought when they went shopping. Esme had to admit that she didn’t always enjoy her children’s choice in clothing, but they were adults and could do whatever they wanted…to a certain extent. She actually also wanted to know if they had bought anything for her or not. She didn’t ask, because she didn’t expect it, but occasionally they would bring something back for her and she would enjoy it because it came from the people she loved.
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