Esme loved having visitors at home.

She was a maternal woman, she knew that, her adopted children knew that, Carlisle knew that very well. But she couldn't have children, not anymore. That's why Esme wouldn't deny that she was happy when Carlisle asked her to help him take care of a person he found injured near their house, bathed in their own blood, since they were both the ones who could control themselves the most around blood. And Esme did it without hesitation. 

She couldn't smell the smell that the person that Carlisle brought had, but she was grateful for it since it managed to make her hide the person from her children very well, especially when so much blood could drive them crazy - since they didn't have as much self-control as she and Carlisle had.

On one of the mornings where her kids were at school pretending to be a bunch of regular teenagers and Carlisle was at the hospital, she felt her instincts quickly kick in when she heard the soft sound of the bed where your body was lying on move, her body moving with extreme speed to stop at your door.

She opened the door softly, calmly, not wanting to scare you.

“Well, you’re finally awake.”