Our Boy
I left Carlisle
with the rude landlord and made my way towards Angela's apartment. I'd luckily
managed to swindle the keys before he'd started to be uncooperative. Two
flights up and I could still hear my patient husband trying to convince him we
were relatives of Angela who were here to empty her apartment while she was
unable to do so herself.
Once I reached her door, I stopped
listening and slid the key into the lock. I was inside maybe a second when it
hit me. Jasper's scent was everywhere.
Leaving the door open, I moved to the
centre of the room. I shut my eyes and breathed in. Even before I'd taken a
full breath I was shaking with unshed tears. He had been here, not a month
before. It had been so long since I last caught his scent this fresh that it
left me utterly powerless to regain control before Carlisle
joined me.
“Esme?” He was partway through asking me
what happened when I saw recognition flicker across his face.
“I miss him so much,” I said, my voice
trembling the same way my body was.
“I know, I miss him, too,” he said softly
and pulled me into a soothing embrace. “Our boy will come home, we just have to
wait.”
I nodded and closed my eyes once again.
Jasper said he would come home eventually, I simply had to be patient.
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