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I'll be posting 2 chapters a week for a bit as I know you'll be eager to get to the point in the story where Bella and Edward are both present and interacting. Once I'm out of prewritten chapters, updates will come slower and my focus will be on getting more written and ready to be posted (rather than answering reviews, though I'll try to do both). I always read every single review I get and appreciate them immensely!
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Onto the story…. Here comes Carlisle (and a bit Esme POV)
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This one is super short. But there is something hinted at, a nugget of information, that will become important further on.
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Trigger warning: same as previous chapter
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-=[ The past -Isabella Swan, 17 y.o ]=-
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Carlisle POV
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Carlisle Cullen was a broad-shouldered man; tall, with blonde, swept-back hair, and sparkling blue eyes.
He looked good for a man approaching fifty, he even still had his washboard stomach intact, from years of exercising his abs, doing sit ups hanging over the edge of his bed. Not that Carlisle was vain or anything, but staying in shape had never hurt anyone. Especially, when having a profession where you were expected to pull off twelve hours shifts, three times a week.
If you asked his wife, Esme, though, she would tell you that his best feature was his fetching, charming smile. She often said she thought he had one of those all-encompassing smiles, that seemed to reach out and wrap a person up in its warmth. Not bad characteristics for a doctor, or a husband, to have, she said.
Right this very moment his smile and attention was directed completely at his wife. "I'm gonna get me another egg. You want anything, darling?"
Esme looked up at him, a bit face pale, but carefully composed, "I'm fine, dear. I still have my muffin and I think I'll steal some sips of your coffee, while you're away."
Carlisle shook his head at his wife, muttering, "'Course you will."
She had barely touched her breakfast, but he knew better than to pester her about it. After months of not eating properly, she was slowly getting her appetite back and he had vowed to himself to be there for her as her husband, not her doctor.
Just then, his cell phone went off. He groaned, scrambling to get it out of his pocket at the cost of losing half his sandwich, which fell to the floor. He had no choice but to take the call, knowing was most likely work related, or possibly the kids calling… though, it was a bit early in the morning for them to be up.
It was work, or more exactly it was Dr. Gerandy, the chief of staff at Forks General calling.
"Two minutes, Gerandy. You've got two minutes," Carlisle grumbled, as he tried to pick his sandwich off the floor without making an even bigger mess. "I'm in the middle of breakfast here."
He gave his wife a quick, reassuring smile. He could tell by the crease between her brows that she didn't much appreciate having their quiet morning interrupted by some sort of medical emergency.
'I'll keep it short, I promise,' he mouthed to her, reaching out to place his hand on top of hers, rubbing it soothingly.
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Esme POV
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Esme tilted her head to the side as she listened to her husband's side of the phone conversation.
"….."
"No, why?"
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"We won't be checking out of here for another… "Carlisle flipped his wrist over to check the time on his watch. "…two hours."
"….. …. ….. …."
"They found what?"
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"Still alive?"
"….."
"Who is the attending-…"
"….."
"Alright."
At this point, Esme tugged at her husband's hand to get his attention.
His voice sounded odd and she could tell something was wrong… really wrong. And now she worried something had happened to one of their children.
Carlisle looked startled by her touch, like he'd forgotten she was there.
"Hold on, darling. I'll explain in a minute."
"Wait, what was that? Say that again," he told Dr. Gerandy, while holding his hand up to indicate that he needed his wife to stay quiet, for a little while longer.
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"Yes, she's right here."
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"No, that's fine. I'll let her know what's going on and pass on your apology. If we get in the car straight away, we can be home in about three and a half hours."
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AN:/ I know, it was super short. Next one will be posted this weekend