[Rebellion] Carlisle-Esme. Edward is still away.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle went back to work when Esme told him to do so, and the day after that, and the months after that. It helped to have a rhythm back in his life.

There was just no melody to it, so the feeling of incompleteness remained and never faltered.

"How's Esme?" one of his coworkers asked. Carlisle had forgotten the man's name as he was relatively new to the hospital. It occurs to him that it's possible he never bothered to learn it.

"She's well." Noncommittal and not sounding particularly open to conversation.

The doctor doesn't take the hint. "Are you going to the play opening tonight? A handful of tickets are still available from the head of the department since his daughter is in it." Carlisle can't miss the mumbled, "...and you should probably get out more" which follows the suggestion.

A few hours later, Carlisle is walking through the front door to their house.

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[sheisourheart]

His dickering actually makes her smile more certain by far. It's Carlisle, making commentary from having been focused on something.

"Perhaps we should make it a weekly event?"

[ofthefamily]

"...Alright."

Date night with Esme.

It doesn't sound so bad.

[sheisourheart]

The crowd is quietening as the lights low, so instead of any words Esme rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle smiles into Esme's hair.

Time for the second half.