Always perfect to me (Emmets side)

I loved writing this chapter. I am not sure why. I thik the meaning behind that one sentance at the end is amazing. Sorry i am blowing my own trumpet a bit here. Tell us what you think.

Always perfect to me
There was a part of me that didn’t want to go back to Esmee. It was a bad part and I could never listen to it but her distress was hart destroying and the bit in me that didn’t like pain told me to hide into the bathroom until it was over. For Esmee would eventually sort her self out I new if I waited an hour or two she would have changed the sheets changed her clothes and bandaged her leg and tucked her self into bed but I could never let her do that when inside she was braking apart. I would change the bedding, help change her clothes, bandage her wounds and then hold her until she found sleep.

Slowly I walked back down the corridor pausing breathily at Mia’s nursery door permitting my self to have a peek. Mia was perfect, sprawled out in the biggest shape she could in a plain white all in one with Mia written in the corner in bright pink. Her hair a mix match of her mothers deep red and my brown made it an off ginger and it was now sprawled behind her like an open fan.

“I love you sweet heart.” I whispered before closing her door again and continuing my journey back to Esmee.

Esmee was now flying around the bed pulling at the sheets throwing them into a pile on the floor.
“I got blood all over the sheets.” She muttered glancing at me before she turned back to the job at hand. “I have to get them into cold water before they stain.” She said moving faster as she yanked the duvet cover off.

“Esmee…”

“Or is it hot water?” She interrupted me still wrestling with the sheet
“Es…”

“I have to have a shower too I have it all over me as well and then I have to clean the bathroom"

“Esmee bab…”

“Of course I have to get out of this bloody stuff as well." she interrupted again pulling her top off over her head before unclipping her bra and then pulling down her underwear so she stood naked in front of me.

Of course naked Esmee to me had always been stunning. The same as clothed Esmee and any other Esmee that was presented to me but her body none the less told a less then beautiful story.

Her arms where covered in the raised white and red scars that sat as a jagged patchwork quilt to her skin, She must have had nearly more stitches in her then a patchwork quilt at some point and these scars had the little dots left next to the wound where the needle had gone in.
Her breast where covered in the same kind of scars though she had promised the day that she found she was pregnant with Amelia that she would never hurt them again.

“Being able to feed my child is the beigest gift I can give.” She had said to me and till this day Mia still got the occasional feed and she also donated breast milk to help other peoples baby’s who needed it the most. Esmee was truly born to care. Her compassion was without limits.

Esmee’s stomach also bared scares of battle. The biggest one being the cercal where her PEG had finally gone after the damage to her oesophagus that had nearly killed her and the other was the giant world “Fat” That she had carved deeply into her skin and now sat there against her perfect body taunting me daily. This was the only one of Esmee’s scars I truly hated and the only redeeming thing was the fact she had gone with me to a tattoo parlour and trusted me enough to let me decide the tattoo she would have done. So underneath the writing in an elegant black scroll the words “always perfect to me” sang out crushing the word above it. She was always perfect to me.