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My Savior

Summary:
Bella and Carlisle Banner Bella Swan is never far from harm's way. In fact, as soon as she arrives, disaster strikes. Fortunantley there is a doctor on scene to help. And so starts the events of a Bella Swan, and a Doctor Carlisle Cullen. *Loverly banner made by Iris. Clap for her!* *I do not own any of these characters. Stephenie Meyer does, I'm just playing with them*


Notes:
I am so sorry to all my fans. It seems that everytime I try to upload something into my summary, this story gets deleted. I am sooooo sorry and will do my best to get updates up as soon and fast as possible. -olji


9. Chapter 9: You Can Be A Bother

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We entered the beautiful house, finally. I was still hyperventilating with the fact that the beautiful doctor returned my feelings.

The inside was light and open, not exactly what I had expected for a bunch of vampires. “

Well?” He asked. Probably for my approval.

“I think it’s amazing. Just not what I expected.” I mumbled the last sentence, because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

He chuckled. “I know. Too happy for a coven of vampires.”

“I was expecting something more like coffins, dust, cobwebs. You know the whole shebang.” I joked. He laughed happily at that, until another figure entered the room. It was obviously a woman, to my extreme discomfort. She was about 5’8 and curvy, yet soft. Auburn curly hair surrounded her almost black irises.

“Bella, this is Esme.” Carlisle whispered in my ear as he stepped in front of me protectively.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Bella.” Esme whispered softly, her hands tied in front.

“Me too.” I mumbled back, feeling out of place.

Carlisle cleared his throat, calling our attention back to him. “I thought I might bring Bella to the house to show her everything.” He said in a strict manner.

“Of course.” Esme murmured. She never made eye contact with me.

I felt incredibly awkward, to say the least. I was the reason their marriage had broken up, and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“Shall we go?” offered Carlisle after a solid ten seconds of silence. I was more uncomfortable than I had ever been before.

Esme nodded. “I hope you enjoy your tour,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” I croaked.

Carlisle led me swiftly and silently up the massive staircase, carefully keeping me on the wall side and out of Esme’s line of view. As soon as we were on the third floor he stopped and turned me.

“Sorry about that, Bella. Like I’ve said before, things are a little tense here.” He said feverently and rushed.

“Ever since I met you, and I would never say that that was a bad thing, but ever since I met you I’ve been different.” He paused and unthinkingly took my hand in his, as if a rehearsed behavior.

“I was…bubbling inside. As if someone had shaken a bottle of champagne and it had set off in my heart. The feeling is….indescribable.” He stopped and looked down at our intertwined hands, looking beautiful.

“Everything was going just fine. Apparently, some other members in our family noticed my mood change and were all happy as well. Until Rosalie told Esme her theory.” Carlisle was suddenly gritting his teeth and squeezing my hand possibly to the point of breaking it. I whimpered and he released a little.

“Rosalie told Esme I was having an affair. The long hours at the office were just an excuse. That was our first big fight, and we hadn’t spoken to each other in a week or so.” He looked to my face then, as if recalling a memory.

“That morning I left for work earlier than I typically do. To get away from the drama that was going on in my home. I saw you that morning, and the same bubbly happiness overcame me once again, and I knew I couldn’t stay away from you. Not because of anything.” He sighed and looked down again, looking remorseful and guilty.

“I came to Esme that day and told her that we needed a divorce. I couldn’t be with her, not honestly and truly. She didn’t take the news well, figuring it was just a one night stand breaking us up, until I told her about you. And strangely, she just wanted me to be happy.” He finished his story exasperated, probably at himself, not at Esme of anyone else.

“I’m so sorry, Bella-

I cut him off there. He shouldn’t be sorry, not for anything. This was my fault.

“Carlisle,” I stopped him, “If anyone’s fault, it is mine. I was the one who split up your family.” I pleaded with him.

“Why don’t we just accept our own self-remorse, shall we?” He asked teasingly, changing the mood abruptly.

“You know what….” I said threateningly.

“No, I don’t.” He mimicked.

You can be a bother sometimes.”

“I know. I just love to make you mad. Your eyes flare up like melted chocolate and your face turns all red. It’s so cute.” Carlisle said again.

I rolled my eyes at him before saying, “Will you just shut up?”

But instead, he silenced me with his lips.

The feeling was incredible, indescribable. They were soft and cold, but tasted like citrus and honey. His left hand grasped my face as he attempted to deepen the kiss.

Abruptly, he stopped, his ears pricked as if he heard something. His hand slowly slid down the side of my face and replaced itself in mine. I immediately intertwined my hand with his, though sad to have the loss of contact.

He turned to me smiling, “Let’s continue with the tour, shall we?”

I smirked at him and followed him downstairs, willingly