Carlisle-Esme, Seattle Medical Conference.

[ofthefamily]

The Bell Harbor Conference Center is a little over three hours away from Forks if one is very nice and obedient with regards to the speed limit

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[sheisourheart]

Esme is smiling, a quietly radiant indulgence, less checked than many things in her house have been the last few weeks. Carlisle getting to present is a worthy reason for it. He doesn't get to do it as often as he should given their circumstances.

"How will you ever manage to stand still?"

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle is fidgeting already, uncommonly nervous and waiting in the wings of the amphitheater of the conference center. Someone Carlisle doesn't know is reading his falsified professional biography and Carlisle has no notes in his hands - his paper is memorized, and the presentation he threw together is in the hands of the projection assistant at the back of the room.

"I don't know. I can't still walk home I suppose."

[sheisourheart]

"You could make it at a run," is gently teasing, when she leans up to kiss his cheek. "but I don't believe you'd do it."

At least not for anything less than their recentest emergencies. But she doesn't say that, because this rare unexpected joy doesn't need it.

[ofthefamily]

"It is my distinct privlege to present Dr. Carlisle Cullen."

Applause filters out through the door and Carlisle gives his wife one last kiss before he turns.

"You'll stay for the talk?"