"Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better."
-Robert Frost

Carlisle cradled one of his daughter's hands in the crook of his elbow as he fiddled with the buttons of his jacket with the other. He balanced his cane against his leg as he absentmindedly straightened his coat.

"Papa, you look fine, stop fussing over your jacket," his daughter scolded.

Carlisle looked over at her. She looked so much like his Esme. The eyes, the hair, the way she pursed her lips when she smiled.

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek and then straightened up to adjust her dress.

It was beautiful, white embroidered flowers on the silky fabric that flowed under her bust. Her hair was in an intricate bun, flowers that mimicked the embroidery placed at random places in the brown tresses.

"You're so beautiful," Carlisle murmured, brushing his fingertips against her cheek. She leaned into him, holding tightly to his hand.

"Thank you." She laughed.

"Are you happy, Esther?" Carlisle asked.

"Exceedingly so," Esther beamed.

Carlisle sighed, this was his little girl—his baby. So happy, abundantly happy.

He couldn't help but admit that her happiness was rubbing off on him a little. He smiled slightly, fidgeting with the buttons on his coat once more.

He didn't think he would be this apprehensive—he had prepared himself for this day for years. Ever since the accident in the pass, he knew it was coming.


"Yes?" Carlisle murmured.

"Stop fidgeting, you're making me nervous." Esther laughed.

"I'm sorry," Carlisle said, kissing her temple.

"Are you ready, Papa?" She asked as Carlisle heard a dauntingly familiar tune cue up on the piano.

"As ready as I'll ever be, Esther."

Carlisle was cognizant only of his daughter's hand at the crook of his elbow as he walked slowly, bracing his bum leg with his cane.

He could hear Esther's sharp intake of breath as they neared the front of the church.

Seth stood waiting for her, wearing his Sunday best and a blinding smile.

He didn't look anywhere but Esther's eyes, not even paying attention to the people sitting in the pews or Pastor Webber who stood slightly behind him.

Esther, too, couldn't look away from the young man.

Carlisle brought her to the front of the church, and slipped her hand into Seth's. He realized the symbolism of it. He was giving his baby away. He remembered the way she felt in his hands when she was first born. Such a tiny little girl, she wasn't so little anymore.

And they all lived happily ever after. The End.

That's it. I know the epilogue was short, but I liked it that way.


Ok, here's the deal you guys. I need your help. I entered the Epic T Rated contest a while ago with my short story CREEPING DOSE [go read it if you haven't]. The voting for it begins on the 22 of this month on bronzehairedgirl620's profile. Unfortunately, I won't be here to try to get people to vote for my story. Or to even be selfish and vote for my own story. I leave Saturday to go on a missions trip to Mexico, and I won't be back for a week. So I'm depending on you guys to get me through the first round of voting for the Epic T contest. I would really really appreciate it if you guys would go and vote for my story to get me through to the second round.

Ok, I'm done begging.

Anyway, thank you all for supporting this story. I've really appreciated it. When I get back from Mexico I have a short story that I'm going to post as well as some one-shots that I'm planning on writing, so this isn't the last you'll see of me. ;)

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