The Process of Creation (Pregnant!Reader x Cullens)

20 Weeks - Esme

(Y/N) plopped down into the living room couch tiredly as she closed her eyes. Today had been another test day and they were starting to really tear on (Y/N)s energy. She felt the couch next to her shift as someone sat next to her. She cracked open an eye to see Esme sitting there with a small smile on her face. Something that seemed to have been permanent the last five months.

"Are you alright?" She questioned (Y/N) as she moved a bit of the girls hair out of her face. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.

"Just tired is all." (Y/N) reassured as she moved over to lean her head on Esmes shoulder. "These scans and tests really do tire me out. I think I need a nap."

"At least we know he's healthy." Esme noted to witch (Y/N) nodded in agreement. "Do you want me to get you something?"

(Y/N) thought before nodding once more. "Some water would be nice... and maybe some chocolate too?" Esme smiled wider at (Y/N) before she got up and walked into the kitchen.

(Y/N) leaned back into the couch again as she rested her hands on her stomach, carresing it gently. A frown came to her face though as (Y/N) felt something. It almost felt like something was touching her stomach... but from the inside. (Y/N)s eyes widened in realization as her hand moved to the area and pressed down lightly. Once again she felt it and a squeal left her.

"Esme come quick!" (Y/N) called, the woman being there as fast as she had said it. (Y/N) gestured for Esme to give her one of her hands. "Feel here."

The cool hand brushed over (Y/N)s stomach as Esme felt. (Y/N) felt another little kick and a giggle left her as Esmes eyes lit up. And then another... and another. It didn't hurt. It more felt like someone was trying to tickle her.

"He's kicking!" (Y/N) said excitedly as Esme sat back down in the couch and felt further on the stomach, her smile turning into more of a grin.

"He's got so much energy." Esme let out a small laugh before looking up at (Y/N). "This is the first time?"

(Y/N) nodded. "He's never moved like this before." She reached down and held Esmes hand on the spot where the little boy kept kicking. "And he's really going at it now."

The two sat for a while like that, (Y/N) holding her partners hand lovingly as Esme felt their baby kicking. (Y/N) remarked again and again how he'd end up with as much energy as Emmett when he grew up and Esme noted that she probably wouldn't mind that. A little extra spark in the house never hurt and neither of them would complain no matter how their baby would turn out. They just knew he'd be perfect.