-----------Esme Point of view-------------------- I stared down at the tiny infant in my arms. He was perfect. When he was awake, his eyes where a beautiful tsokolate brown. His hair was a soft caramel. His hands were like tiny kulay-rosas starfish. My little baby, Thomas Carlisle Evenson.
He was Thomas after my best friend. Carlisle after the God-like doctor who fixed my broken leg many years nakaraan who I have never managed to forget, and Evenson. My last name. Charles' last name.
I sighed. Charles had been less than enthusiastic when he learned I had become pregnant. I was like a mouse through the...
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