One day, Carlisle hopped out of bed after his unsuccessful attempt to sleep.
"Damn," he sighed.
He realized he had work today.
"I have work today," he stated.
He got dressed, had some breakfast, realized he was allergic to food, broke out in a rash, and left for work with Edward.
"Come on, Edward, hold my hand when we're crossing the road now," he cautioned, taking his son's hand. Edward rolled his eyes.
They arrived at the hospital to find, yet again, Bella lying in the maternity ward looking frail and self-pitying.
"God, I'm really getting sick of this…" muttered Edward.
"Now then, Bella, what can we do for you today?" asked Carlisle pleasantly.
Bella blinked.
"Carlisle… you're not wearing any pants."
"Oh, crap…"
Chapter 2