“My story isn’t nearly as exciting as yours.” I warned him before I started.
“I know. My story is pretty hard to beat.” He chuckled.
I was about to begin when he held a finger up to silence me and he spoke. “I think we should go to my room, so you can sit down. You’ve been standing for a while.”
I nodded and then remembered. “Oh crap, Charlie!!!” I started running down the stairs, Carlisle hot on my tail.
“Your car is here, Bella. I’ll drive you.” He offered, completely understanding.
I leaped out of the door and into my car in the shotgun seat. Carlisle slid in gracefully beside me.
“What time is it?” I asked breathlessly.
“You have plenty of time, Bella.” Carlisle soothed me.
I gripped his hand for comfort, praying Charlie hadn’t called the cops.
As we pulled into my driveway, the cruiser was there, but no extras. I took that as a good sign.
“Will I see you again?” I pleaded with him, not yet wanting to part.
He hesitated before saying, “Leave your window open.” I was about to ask him what he meant when he kissed me, short and chaste. But enough so that my blood is racing and my face is flushed.
He helped me out of the car, and I all too eagerly clutched my right hand in his.
“I’ll see you later, Bella.” He kissed me on the cheek and he was gone with a rush of wind.
I chuckled as I walk in the door; the smell of bacon, eggs, and grease filled my nose.
“Hey Dad!” I called as I come into the house. Then I realized I left my backpack at the Cullens, but I didn’t mind, especially with Carlisle ’s lips still burning on my cheek.
“Hey, Bells! I figured you were with a girlfriend, so I made dinner myself.” He called from the living room.
“Sounds good.” I called back.
This was what it is normally like for Charlie and me. Conversations where we never have to see each other’s faces.
“I’ll be in the shower!” I called in a warning tone. I heard a grunt and then the game, so I figured he heard me.
I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. When I got to my room, I grabbed my hygiene bag and attempted to find my Victoria ’s Secret pajamas to no avail. I settled for my holey undershirt and old, sloppy sweat pants.
I turned the water to high and hot, trying to calm my nerves. The familiar smell of my favorite strawberry shampoo helped.
I took my time; counting the times I scrub my hair and rinse it out. Shampoo, conditioner, and soap.
When the water heater ran out of hot water, I got out tofind the bathroom steamy and warm.
I slathered the lotion on, wanting to look my best in my awful pajamas for my fantastic visitor.
I put on my pajamas, and they looked awful. My brown hair was mousy and still dripping in a sloppy mess. My eyes were too wide and too large. Ugh, how I wished I could be better looking!
I spent awhile brushing my hair. It was strangely soothing. But by the time I finished with everything, I looked completely different. Neat, somehow,
I trudged to my room and check the clock. 7:00 pm. Sounded like bed time to me!!!
I ran down the stairs and call to Charlie, “G’night, Dad!”
He sounded startled when he calls back, “G’night, Bella!”
I lay on my bed for a while. The window was wide open. I was waiting very patiently for Carlisle to come.
7:15. I knew he’d be there.
7:16. Okay, this is enough. Where is he?
I looked out the window and see a blurred figure running toward me.
I could barely breath with the excitement bubbling inside me.
Carlisle was in my room, looking refreshed, yet windblown. His careful eyes raked over my figure.
“Bella, what are you wearing?” He asked questioningly.
“My pajamas. You know, you where them to bed.” I said, trying to ring a few bells.
“No, no, I know. It’s just they look…good.” I almost choked on my laughter. How could I look good in this ensemble?
We stood standing a few feet away from each other, not touching.
He slowly closed the window and I walked over to my bed, where I curl up under the covers.
Carlisle stood at the side of my bed, unsure of what to do. I scooted over and patted the side next to me. He sat down awkwardly until he shifted and was lying down next to me.
He put his arm around my shoulder and said, “I never got to hear your story.”
I huffed, I had hoped he forgot. “Ugh.”
He chuckled and began to rub circles on my arm, encouraging me and distracting me at the same time. “I want to hear it Bella, no matter how boring it is.”
I sighed at his beautiful voice and told him my life story. Starting from beginning and ending, telling him every detail, every thought I could remember. When I finished, he was lying silent and I shook him.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about how your favorite animal fits you.” He murmured.
My heart nearly exploded when he said that. He remembered what I had told him what seemed like so many weeks ago.
I curled closer to him and he stiffened, but I pretended not to notice. I only noticed how he begins to relax as well.
“Goodnight, Bella.” Carlisle murmured.
“Goodnight, Carlisle .” I said back and drifted to sleep in the arms of the man whom I was falling head-over-heels in love with.