Hello all. First I'd like to say I don't own Twilight - that lucky privilege remains with Stephenie Meyer. Lucky lady! My friend, Cassy, and I are just co-writing this fic for our own pleasure and hopefully some readers and reviewers, for in the ten commandments if fanfic it says that reviews make the world go round *wink*. I've been a huge fan of Twilight for almost three years now. Also, funny enough, I really really don't like AU all human fics in general because I feel like it completely takes something away from Twilight - if they're all human what's the point? Then this plot cropped up and sunk its teeth in my hand and it's like 'write me!' so here begins my first (and probably only ever) all human fic. I do have a few notes for you though of great important.

First being, I've rated this teen because there's nothing extremely explicit in it but it does have some extremely touchy subject in it such as child abuse, drug abuse, and pressured sex. Like I said, these aren't graphic or anything but they are there so please don't flame me and if you get uncomfortable with those kinds of topics skip that part ;)

Second. This is a co-written fic and so some parts may not seem to mesh.. perfectly since myself and Cassy wrote it over msn.

Third, this is an AU -all human fic set between September 1968 and 1970 so expect things to be a little different. Obviously I'm not from 1969 and as close as I can get is my Mom who was in her 20's at the time. I tried to keep things as accurate as I can but if you're older or you just happen to notice something that didn't happen in 1969 please cut me some slack ;)

Fourth - that said. I have tried extremely hard to research as I wrote so you will find most things are historically accurate. I think I know more about the Mercury-6 mission and Apollo 7 mission now than anyone would /want/ to know.

Fifth - Year- I got the year derived from around the time Esme would've been growing up if she really was 26 in the book. Or I thought.. when I did the math she would've been about ten years younger than this but I liked writing in the year 1968/9 so much I decided to leave it.

Sixth - plot. Um obviously I couldn't explain much about the plot in the little space they provide so better description. Basically I based this off the quore from Jessica in the book about Rose and Jasper when she said they'd been with Esme since they were eight. I wanted to write a fic where that really happened. Since they were with Esme that would mean Edward, Alice, and Emmett had to have been with Carlisle. Basically what happens is that Carlisle adopts his three and Esme will wind up meeting him and will adopt her two. However, I don't want to give too much away so I'll just stop there. I promise lots of twists and turns and shake ups. I think this is a really original fic and you probably won't ever see anything too close to it due to how many twists and turns you're not expecting.

Seventh- flashbacks - this story has weird flashbacks in it so pay attention. In the chappie name or at the top of the chappie it'll say what year. It starts in 1969, goes back to 1969.. then goes foward slowly again :)

~September 1969~

Charles Evenson- captain of the high school varsity football team, only child, rich, spoiled, handsome, football scholarship for the spring, nice car his Dad got for him, cute girlfriend - according to his friends - Charles' life was absolutely perfect. He had everything under control and he knew it - even though you could see the problems if you looked through the cracks. If you looked a little bit more closely, you could see there were extreme issues with his "perfectness." However, no one saw that. No one looked through the cracks.

Charles was sitting in the back row of his English class. They were taking a test today over act two of Romeo and Juliet - which included the balcony scene. The only reason he remembered that is because he'd convinced a rather reluctant Esme, his lovely girlfriend, to act it out with him. Esme was perfect for someone like him. He'd gotten with her over the summer after a friend introduced them at the drive-in movie theater. Where he was loud and proud, Esme was definitely meek and as mild as a mouse- or he perceived her that way compared to himself. She didn't have a lot of spine- but he couldn't take a girl who thought they should be standing up to him, after all, he was the man and would someday be head of a house hold. Esme was very intelligent too and she always got A's on all his papers which looked good for his transcript. His grades were taking a serious improvement this year. Not to mention she was gorgeous. Esme Platt wasn't noticed by most boys, or hadn't been before him, probably because she was so quiet. However, he'd discovered her and brought her into the light like some Hollywood talent agent. He credited himself with "making" Esme into what she was today.

Esme had caramel colored curly hair that drifted down her back in bouncing waves. Her eyes were brilliant - blue with silvery lines in them. Her complexion was absolutely perfect pale with cheeks that were always pink without blush. Normally she wore a light blue with sparkles eye shadow and a little tiny bit of lip gloss to make her lips shine. Her hair smelled like strawberries and lavender and her lips tasted like strawberry when he kissed her - if it was up to Charles he's spend the majority of his time kissing Esme. However, she was very proper and got shy easily. He liked what'd been being said since he'd gotten into high school about free love - good gosh get with the times people this was 1969! Man had just walked on the moon for the first time only three months before and they were about to move into a new decade. It was time to give up some of those old fashioned ideals. Problem being, despite the fact that he wanted to be with her in /that/ way (it drove him even more crazy because he knew for a fact she was a virgin) - he usually couldn't get her alone long enough. It seemed ridiculous given that they spent every single evening together- almost always at his house since her parents didn't like them hanging around at Esme's too much. He'd pester her about it every once in awhile but she never seemed to give in. She'd always stiffen and get all uncomfortable and that'd end that. Sometimes he'd shove her around, maybe a bit harder than he should, he supposed - but then again if she wasn't putting out.. wasn't he entitled to be ticked off?

He looked up as he saw her move out of his peripheral vision as she dropped her test on the pile on the teacher's desk and returned to her seat as he watched the long hand on the clock sloowwllyy creep towards 3:15. It was Friday, a new movie was playing at the theatre and he intended to take Esme to show her off.

Esme sat quietly at her desk, her head in her hands. She could feel Charles' eyes on her and her cheeks turned a shade darker, In her mind, the constant fight began. She knew he was the 'perfect' guy, but somewhere inside something begged her to run. As usual, she suppressed that voice. No...Charles cares about me...I know he does... It was about three seconds later when the bell rang and all of the class practically leaped out of their seats and went streaming through the halls of the school. It was the best school in the entirety of Columbus Ohio and the tuition was steep but for those who could afford it would be gleaming new school classrooms and fresh learning materials and teachers who hadn't gone grey from use.

Charles beat a path down the hallway to his locker and grabbed his books and arrived at Esme's locker before her, leaning against the cool metal with her arms cross, a slight smirk on his face - he was pleased with himself about something. That much was certainly obvious. Esme walked through the hall, her books hugged tightly to her chest. She looked up and saw Charles at her locker and smiled shyly. "Hi Charles..." She couldn't help but notice how proud his smile looked.

He grinned, pleased and wrapped his arm around her waist and slowly turned her around against the locker and kissed her. His kisses were half enjoyable half forced because he always wanted to get his tongue in her mouth .. truth be told - not that anyone had ever told him- he wasn't that great of a kisser.. Esme kissed him for a second and then pulled away. "Charles...please don't...not in front of everyone..." she said softly.

He chuckled softly, "I suppooosee you're right." He gave in. He was definitely in a good mood.

She smiled softly up at him. Maybe he's getting better... She turned and opened her locker to put her books away. "Why are you so happy today?"

"My parents went away for the weekend." He said smugly.

"Oh! Did they go on vacation?" she asked, not realizing why that would make him so happy.

He nodded, grinning as he took her book bag and slung it over his shoulder for her. "Yep." He said, squeezing her around the waist and pulling her close as they walked outside towards his antique convertible vette - which he called Ghost.

"That's nice..." she said sweetly. She walked with him to his car, a little bit self-conscious about his hand on her waist, but she just thought this was what couples did.

He grinned even more and shook his head, grinning, "You're so naive, Esme." He murmured half to himself.

Esme looked up at him a bit confused. "Why?" she asked innocently.

He grinned, "I don't care if my parents go on vacation except now that they are that means you can stay at my house all weekend - I've worked it out already. Your parents /think/ they talked to my Dad last night and he said you could stay over. But actually they talked to me."

"Charles...you lied to my father?" she asked in shock.

Charles chuckled, "Kind've.. I know it would be fine with my parents if you stay over sooo.. it wasn't.. completely.. a lie."

"But...what if my parents find out? They'll be so angry with me. You know I'm not supposed to stay the night with boys..."

"They won't find out." He promised grinning, "Just trust me. They won't."

She bit her lip nervously. Esme hated disobeying her parents, but she looked into his smiling face and agreed reluctantly. She could never deny his smile.

"Great!" He said, snuggling her against him as he opened her door for her and then got in on the other side. "C'mon. I'm starving. You'll make me a snack when we get home?"

She smiled as he pulled her close and she sat in the car. "Sure...what would you like?"

"Hm.. " He said as he turned on some music and they turned out of his parking place with him purposefully squealing his tires. "Maybe some peanut butter and jelly."

"Ok..." Esme leaned back in the low, racing seat as they sped away.

Charles pulled up in front of his house and pulled Ghost into the garage and got out of the car letting Esme out of her side before they walked through the door of the garage into the house. Charles' parents lived on the "rich" side of town and their three storey Tudor house with fully furnished basement and attic as well definitely showed it. The cool September air whipped the wind chimes hanging on the big wrap around front porch and tore at the flags hanging in the trees. He led her inside and tossed his books on the counter. "Ohh that Latin translation you did for me got an A+ perfect .. as always." He said.

She smiled slightly, she wasn't entirely comfortable with how much of his work she did, but she loved to see him so happy with the grades he received. Esme moved through the kitchen to make Charles his peanut butter and Jelly sandwich. She placed the plate in front of him with a glass of milk. "There you go..." she said cheerfully.

Charles grinned and at his sandwich sitting at the barstool at the island in the kitchen and drank his milk. He left the plate on the island - his mom or Esme could take care of it later and do the jobs they were meant to do in the household- meantime. He came up behind her. "C'mon let's go to my room - we can listen to records." He said, grinning. "Went to Woolworth's and got a new Beatles one you'll like."

"Ok..." She smiled up at him.

He grinned and led her up the huge twisting staircase and over the open air balcony to his room at the end of the hall. Charles had a huge room painted blue and covered in posters of rock groups and football players. He had a sleigh bed that was huge - probably a Queen sized - and a desk by the open window and some book shelves as well as a walk in closet space and his own bathroom. The room was covered with white shag carpet. The room was typical teenage male.. Charles came up behind Esme and pulled her into his lap on the edge of the bed and let his hand trace across her stomach under the edge of her shirt feeling her creamy skin under his fingers.

Esme's cheeks turned red at his touch. She moved slightly, trying to find a position that didn't let him have so much access. Charles sighed not noting her change in position or it didn't really bother him, one or the other. He smirked slightly and let his hand slide up a bit higher under her shirt. Esme's face heated again. She tried one more time to move away from his hand. "Esme." He said, smirking more, "It's not like there's anyone around to see."

"I know...but..." Esme tried to find a way to tell him that she wasn't comfortable without making him angry. She couldn't think of one...

He grinned, "We could you know."

"Charles..." she pleaded. They had discussed this before, and she thought he understood that she wasn't ready for that.

He didn't pick up on her tone, "Well if we both love each other then why not?" He pointed out.

She looked up at him. The words played in her head. Maybe he's right...We do love each other... "I don't know.." she mumbled, still unsure.

"C'mon since when have we gotten the chance to be actually alone. We should take advantage of it while we have the chance." She continued to think. The voice inside screamed for her to walk away, but the word 'love' kept replaying in her mind. Charles smiled and leaned down and slowly began kissing her neck and working her jacket off her shoulders. She sighed, allowing herself to give in, though her heart was tearing in half...she could feel it breaking.

Charles didn't seem to notice her reluctance - he wasn't one to dwell on thoughts or sentiment. The fact that he'd engineered a plan that would allow him to have Esme all to himself for the weekend was the only thing in his mind. Esme placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him. She smiled slightly. "I love you..." she whispered. She hoped hearing herself say it would make her feel better.

He just grinned, "I love you too, baby." He said, stroking her cheek with his rough finger - he wasn't sure he even knew what love was but that's what girls like to hear you say.. right? She smiled at him and kissed him lightly. See...he loves me...this is ok... Charles leaned forward and kissed her again, liking the fact that she was sitting on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and curled into his chest. She wasn't really sure what to do...she was afraid. Charles rubbed his hand on her back. "Don't worry. I won't hurt." he said.

She nodded and smiled slightly. He was trying to make her feel safe and it made her happy. She had no idea what was in store. He leaned down and pushed his lips into hers somewhat insistently. She kissed him back, surprised at his intensity. He pulled her shirt over her head, grinning. Esme bit her lip slightly at the feeling of being exposed. She crossed her arms over her chest and blushed brightly. Charles grinned, "It's okay.. you're pretty." he said, though the smile didn't exactly completely reach his eyes his words seemed sincere enough.

She smiled shyly at him and slowly lowered her arms. He traced his fingers appreciatively over the low lace of her bra. Esme shivered slightly at the light touch on her sensitive skin. Reaching around, his fingers found the clasp of her bra in the back and he undid it. Esme turned red again. Her shy personality was being tested to its limits. He grinned more and slowly reached his hands up and wrapped them around her - not exactly gently. She let out a soft whimper wondering if this was how it was supposed to feel. A second later he'd gotten hold of her bra and his shirt and both wound up in the floor by the bed together. She watched him with innocent eyes. She felt exposed and still scared, but she kept convincing herself that it was ok. His fingers traced slowly over her skin, his eyes raking everything he could see, not seeming to notice her shyness or her apparent fear. She shivered again at his touch. He worked loose her jeans and undid his at the same time.

"Um...Charles..." she sad softly. "What about...being safe?"

This thought obviously hadn't even crossed his mind. "Er.. it's not that important. I'm pretty sure once isn't going to do any harm."

"Are you sure...?"

"Positive." He said simply. Not really bad.. what did it matter?

"Ok..." she said, smiling up at him, her eyes filled with trust.

He kissed her a few more times as he continued systematically removing one piece of clothing after another until they weren't wearing anything at all, though their lower halves were hidden by the sheet given that Charles had some size issues (and not unwarranted ones either!) Needless to say, what he said about it not hurting turned out not to be the truth by any means.. Esme felt the tears stream from her face at the pain. And of course, instead of thinking Charles had lied to her, she told herself she'd done something wrong...that it was her fault it hurt. It didn't last long, about two minutes to be honest.. it appeared size wasn't his only issue under the covers.

Esme lay there, silent tears still streaking down her face. When he was finished, she pulled the covers up around her.

~*~

Dr. Medrin finished his job at the edge of the bed. "You can sit up." He said, pulling his none too warm hands back. Though Medrin had been assisting pregnant women for years he had absolutely no bedside manner- in fact it would actually be said he was a complete jerk - not in the way Charles was .. he just had no compassion for anyone and spent the majority of his time telling patients to 'suck it up'. Ironic that he should be in the profession of delivering babies.

Six weeks had passed since Esme and Charles' little sleepover and little had Esme known then.. the consequences were going to be much more severe than merely a broken heart and pain for a few days. Medrin washed his already cold hands in cold soap and water and dried them off as he waited for her to sit up from the exam table. Esme sat up and bit her lip. She was so scared. She watched Dr. Medrin carefully hoping he wouldn't hold back what he knew.

He didn't. Medrin never had a problem holding back what he knew. "You're pregnant." He said simply, a look of sheer disapproval on his face. It might have been 1969 and a new era but some things were /definitely/ still frowned upon.

Esme heard her world fall down around her. "P--Pregnant...?" she whispered through the knot in her throat.

"About six weeks from the look of it." Medrin had a half satisfied 'I told you so' sort of look on his face. Esme covered her face with her hands and began to sob. She couldn't believe this was happening. How was she going to tell Charles? Medrin looked at her distastefully. "You'd better go on. Your mother's waiting in the lobby." Esme nodded and tried to wipe her eyes. She stood and made her way to the lobby, feeling like everyone was staring at her.

"Well?" Her mother asked as they left the lobby together.

Esme avaoided her mother's eyes. "I'm pregnant..." she whispered.

"Oh isn't this just a fine kettle of fish, dear. Senior class valedictorian already taking college classes and you're pregnant?!" Her mother exclaimed, her hiss of a whisper carrying around the room as people looked up.

Esme began to cry again. "I'm sorry..."

Her mother sighed and wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulder. "Let's go home. You'll have to talk to Charles and then we'll see if we can arrange a wedding." Esme's parents weren't bad parents by any means but both of them tended to err on the side of old tradition and old tradition said that the fact that their daughter was pregnant out of wedlock was scandalous. Esme just nodded. She couldn't imagine what Charles would say.

Esme and her mother got in the car and drove through town towards the east end where most of the more expensive houses were. Mrs. Evenson's gardener was working in the front and he lifted one hand to wave at them. Esme's mother just bit her lip and didn't return the gesture as they got out of the car and walked up the steps to the huge house. Esme stared at her feet as she rang the bell and waited for someone to come to the door. Charles' mother, Mrs. Lorraine Evenson, walked to the door and opened it. "Well hello! What a pleasant surprise! Come in I have some chamomile tea cooling on the stove." She invited. Esme followed never looking up and never leaving her mother's side. "Charles! Come downstairs! Esme and her Mother are here!" Mrs. Evenson called up the huge staircase to her son as she fixed three cups of tea for them and brought them to the large kitchen table. Charles' mother was almost a picture perfect replica of June Cleaver from Leave it to Beaver. She always dressed nicely and her house was always shining to perfection.

Esme tried to swallow the knot in her throat as Charles made his way downstairs. She couldn't even look at him, she was so afraid.

"We seem to have a problem, Lorraine." Esme's mother spoke in clipped tones. "Esme hasn't been feeling well lately and we went to the doctor today. He said something very interesting. He told me my daughter was pregnant." Esme flinched as her mother spoke.

Lorraine raised an eyebrow as she slowly turned to face Charles with a look on her face.

"Oh no.. HELL no. I didn't, ma!" He protested.

"Charles! Watch your mouth."

Esme felt the tears fall from her eyes. He's angry with me...

Lorraine sighed, "Really Nancy." she addressed Esme's mother directly now. "Charles says he didn't..."

Esme looked up at Charles. "I'm sorry..." she told him quietly.

Charles didn't meet her eyes, couldn't meet her eyes. How the hell had this happened!?

"But.. they'll need to get married.. Esme will be ruined forever .." her mother murmured.

Charles was already shaking his head. "Already told you I didn't sleep with her. It's not my baby and I'm not gonna take responsibility for it."

Esme's eyes widened. "What? Charles...why would you say that? You know I haven't been with anyone else..."

"Well you obviously must have because I sure didn't do it!" He responded, looking right into her eyes and telling the lie as cool as a cat.

Esme looked at him, feeling like he had stabbed her. "You said you loved me..." she whispered.

"I do but I'm not marrying you to make up for you sleeping around with someone behind my back!"

The flood gates opened and the tears fell freely now. "How dare you?!" she yelled. Esme stood and walked towards him. She reached her hand back and slapped him across the cheek. "I wouldn't marry you if you got on your knees and begged!" And with that Esme walked out the room crying.

Sorry that chappie was a little rocky but it gets better soon :)