Here's a bit of Carlisle and Edward's evening from chapter 18 in Carlisle's POV.
"Since I recommended the endoscopic approach in the first place, Dr. Bass let me harvest the vein. I think with more practice I could be... Carlisle?" Edward asks, waving his hand in front of my face.
"I'm listening," I tell him, motioning for him to go on. He takes a sip of his beer, leans back against the green plastic of the booth, and looks at me skeptically.
"It was cool, that's all. That he let me do the procedure. Anyway, what's new with you?" He raises an eyebrow. I issued the invitation for an after-work drink today, so he assumes I want to talk.
If I weren't so flustered, I probably would want to talk. To tell him everything that's happening with Esme: our sailing trip this weekend, dinner at my place on Tuesday (uninterrupted by a raging Bella this time), and my utter confusion at what exactly I'm supposed to do with this woman. This vibrant, adventurous, beautiful woman...
Instead, I deflect the conversation back to him.
"I wanted to ask you about something I mentioned on Saturday. We talked about setting up a playroom of your own? Like I said, I'm not trying to kick you out, but I think you're both ready. I think it would be good for you to have a separate space in your own home where you can play. I'll be glad to help you," I tell him. It feels a little disingenuous to not disclose my personal motives, but Edward seems receptive regardless.
Even though I'm not romantically involved with Edward and Bella-although I am certainly fond of them-I feel like I need to establish certain boundaries with them before I even consider becoming intimate with Esme. It's one thing to tell her that I watch them play, but it's another story if I'm participating. I still don't know how she'll react when I tell her about my lifestyle, but I know I'll have to tell her soon. I worry that this confession alone will push her away; I can only hope that she's willing to listen.
"We don't really have space, you know? We just have the one spare bedroom, and sometimes we have guests or whatever," Edward says, draining the last of his beer.
"That's not a problem," I tell him. "Before I bought the house I'm in now, my playroom was entirely convertible." The waitress passes by, and I ask for the check.
"Oh," Edward says, looking at his empty beer bottle. "You don't want to have one more?"
"No," I tell him, checking my watch. "I want to take you shopping."
This is the last of the BP&P outtakes. Future chapters will move forward from here. :)