Blood Moon [a Twilight Saga FanFiction]

Golden Egg Part 2

IT WASN'T SURPRISING THAT IGOR WAS ALREADY THERE WITH CARLISLE. Elling was fussing over Carlisle with alcohol and had water boiling over a fresh fire. Igor was standing as far away from Carlisle as the church would allow.
     I practically dropped my kit and ran to my brother's side. He was awake again, and he kept looking between his injuries, and Igor.
     I turned to face my husband, he was practically pulsating a dangerous aura.
     "If you have to, leave. He understands," I told Igor.
     His eyes hardly touched me before he stalked out of the room.
     "He looked... what was wrong with him?" Elling asked in a hushed whisper.
     "Fresh blood makes him nauseous," I lied on the spot, giving Igor an excuse to leave.
     "But he's... nevermind."
     I ended up taking over for Carlisle's care and needs, just to get him comfortable and able to heal. At least he didn't have to be told he'd have to be non-weight bearing for a while, his own training taught him that.
     Once the alcohol kicked in, and Carlisle was giggling through his pain like a child, honestly, the funniest thing I will ever experience, it was easier to mend his wounds. Until he very suddenly stopped laughing and his already flushed face, blushed brighter.
     "Carlisle?" Elling cooed. "Are you in pain?"
     "I have to use the lavatory," Carlisle whimpered with a childish pout. I had to choke back a laugh.
     "I'll go get your chamber pot," Elling said calmly and walked away.
     Carlisle looked at me expectantly, he looked hilarious and adorable at the same time.
     "What?" I asked, failing horribly at hiding a grin.
     "Go away," he slurred.
     "Male bodies are pretty similar, Carlisle. Once you've seen around three or four penises you've seen them all. And besides, you're my brother-"
     "'at's my point! Go away!" he slurry yelled.
     Laughing, I walked into the other room.
     I waited for a moment before I suddenly heard a loud, "no looking! Esme's eyes only".

     What? I laughed. "Oh, please let me remember this," I whispered.
     "Who's Esme?" I heard Elling asked. "Carlisle? Who is Esme."
     "Shhhhhhhhhh. Sh. Shhh. It's a secret. It's a secret, Elling. Gimme that chamber pot."
     I was starting to feel embarrassed for Carlisle, but I was definitely going to tell Esme about this once they were married.
     "Other room!" Carlisle yelled. "I can do it myself."
     "Carlisle, I-"
     "Esme's only."
     Oh my gosh.
    Elling eventually joined me in the kitchen, she looked as much confused and concerned as I was trying not to laugh.
     "Who is Esme?" Elling asked me.
     "I think it's the name he's given a girl he's been dreaming of lately. I don't think she actually exists. And if she does, he hasn't told me anything about her."
     Elling turned and looked back at the door. When Carlilse very suddenly cried out in pain, we both ran in, his broken leg was on the ground.
     "You know to not move it!" I yelled at him.
     "It was an accident!" he yelled right back. Then he cussed rather loudly before laughing again.
     Elling was cleaning up while I sat beside Carlisle and re-dressed his heavily bleeding wounds.
     "Elling, if you can find anything I can use to stitch up his bigger wounds that would be much useful!" I called to her and cleaned Carlisle up.
     "Hey. Hey, hey... Question," Carlisle muttered, staring rather intensely at me. "Why did they call you Golden Egg?"
     "Wouldn't you rather ask me that question while you'd be able to remember the answer?"
     "No. No, tell me now."
     Okay... "Well, you know how I was first raised by vampires, once thrown out?"
     "Yes, I know that part, skip ahead. Why Golden Egg? Is it our hair? Our hair isn't really gold, it's more..." he waved one hand around his head. "Yellow... Rosalie's hair is gold. Oh God, Rosalie can't know I'm like this... Oh God, Edward can't know I'm like this. Emmett can't know I-this, this," he circled his arms around the two of us. "Stays between us, 'ight? They can't know anything about this. No paintings, no art, no stories, nothing, zero things, kaput, that's a word that hasn't been used yet, I just invented it, ha ha ha!"
      I was back trying not to laugh.
     "They can't know," Carlisle went back to pleading, with his childish pout and tears in his eyes, though I wasn't sure if the tears were the alcohol, pain, or his genuine fear of his children. "I'll never hear the end of it. Please don't tell them anything?"
     "Okay, Carlisle, you have my word, I won't tell your children anything."
     "Thank you," he sighed and rested his head down with his eyes closed.
     I smiled, waiting to see if he would realise my words. I wouldn't tell his children, his wife, however...
     His eyes shot open and looked to me in a whole new fear. I could see it in his eyes, he realised my words.
     "Just the children?" he asked I was chuckling before he continued. "Liz! You can't! You can't tell her! You can't!"
     "What? I can't tell my future sister that while you were drunk and human you loudly exclaimed that everything belonged to only her and no one else could do anything for you even if it was for your own health!"
     "No! Please, Liz, don't tell her! Please, Liz, don't tell her."
     I finally laughed. "Oh, calm down, Carlisle," I said. "You and I both know that there is a chance that neither of us will even remember this by the time Esme is even born."
     He stopped shouting and his brows pulled together.
     "Good point," he mumbled and relaxed his head back.