"Do you want to talk about it?" Carlisle asked as they drove.

"It just went from bad to worse and I hope I never see him again." Edward replied looking out the window.

Carlisle nodded and glanced down at his arms. "He touched you." It wasn't a question.

"He didn't hit me or anything…"

"He hit you before."

Edward looked down at his arms and noticed that where Jacob had grabbed him was turning blue. Another reminder of their failed friendship. "I don't think he will again."

"That doesn't help me." Carlisle reached out and took Edward's hand. "I don't want him even breathing the same air as you."

Carlisle was upset, not as upset when Jacob slapped him, but visibly upset. The rest of the ride home was spent in silence, both of them trying to figure out their Jacob problem. Carlisle was hoping with all his heart that Jacob stayed away from them. The last thing he wanted to do was use force.

As the turned the corner into their street Edward's eyes caught the sliver Volvo in his driveway. His mother was getting out of it.

"She isn't supposed to be home this early…" The teen sunk into his seat.

Carlisle didn't say anything as he stopped directly in front of the Masen house. Elizabeth glanced at the car as she took her bags out the back seat.

"Don't be scared." Carlisle said squeezing Edward's hand.

"I thought you…wanted to keep this a secret."

The older shook his head. "I want your wellbeing to be my top priority." Carlisle leaned over and kissed Edward gently on the lips before he reached out and opened the door for him. Edward unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

"Edward?" Elizabeth asked a little confused.

"Hi, mom." Edward blushed.

"Whose car is that?" She asked leaning down a little to look into the car. The windows were too darkly tinted for her to see in before.

"Hello, Ms. Masen!" Carlisle smiled with bright cheerfulness.

"Oh, uh, hello!" She grin and waved back a little. Her face turned in interesting dark shade of pink. "You look familiar…Mr…"

"Dr. Cullen. I live next door to you." Carlisle continued in the same pleasant tone. It was a little unnerving to Edward hearing him speak to his mother, but he stood there trying to act natural.

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! I rarely see anyone move in or out of that house."

Carlisle nodded. "Ah, I'm always at the hospital. I'm an ER doctor, so I'm almost always on call."

"How do you know Edward?" She asked, her motherly thoughts slowly returning to her brain. Carlisle was handsome, he could make anyone forget who they were for a second. He was also charming, which met that he had a way with words.

"I tutor dear Edward. Piano." Carlisle smiled.

Elizabeth grinned back, her pink now turning red. She fought enough against Carlisle's gaze to glance at Edward. "You never mentioned."

"You've been busy." Edward replied.

"I'm sorry honey." She frowned and Edward felt guilty. He knew she couldn't help her working. How else were they going to live?

"It's okay mom, it's nothing serious." Edward tried to wave it off, but his mother still felt horrible about it.

"I'll see you around?" Carlisle replied with another charming smiling.

"Why not come over for dinner?" Elizabeth asked hurriedly. It caught both guys off guard, but Carlisle was ready for a reply.

"I couldn't intrude."

"No, please! I mean…um…you wouldn't be at all. I would like to get to know you since you are a neighbor and you know Edward." She grinned again, her face flush.

Carlisle turned to Edward, not missing a beat. "Only if it's alright with young Edward?"

It was Edward's turn to blush. He didn't trust his mouth so he nodded first. "I'm okay with it." He finally managed.

"Wonderful! How about this weekend? At six?"

"Prefect. I'll see you at six! Have a great evening." And Carlisle was gone.

Elizabeth turned to Edward, straightening up. "How long have you been tutoring with him?" She seemed a little upset at first and Edward didn't want to respond.

"A little over two months maybe?"

"I'm sorry, Edward."

The teen looked confused.

"I've been working so hard I haven't had time for you."

"No, it's okay, really! I've been busy with my own things and I haven't really had time for you either. I think we both have had our own lives."

She nodded. "Well, soon we'll be on our vacation and spending some quality time together." She smiled and kissed her son on the cheek.

The rest of the week Carlisle was working so Edward couldn't spend any time with his favorite doctor. He spent his days in his backyard playing with Lucky and sipping tea. Carlisle had been nice enough to gift him some a week or two ago.

Jacob also wasn't an issue. He rarely saw the guy in school or around town. It was almost like he'd fallen off the face of the earth and Edward was completely okay with that. The less Jacob the better.

He looked down at his arms were Jacob's finger prints where healing into his skin. The guy was a brute. He tried to be nice, or maybe responsible, but it never worked out. It never would.

And so the days went by until it was Saturday night and Elizabeth was downstairs working on a bigger dinner than usual.

"Wow, mom." Edward said looking at the food. She rarely cooked like this.

"I just want to impress him." She replied sheepishly.

It was at that moment something dawned on Edward. "He isn't a huge eater."

"Hmm?" Elizabeth looked up from her veggies.

"He doesn't eat that much." Edward thought back to when he'd looked inside his fridge and found little to no food. Of course he could be eating more at the hospital that at home too.

"Oh…oh…" She frowned.

"But maybe he'll eat everything you've made. You make the best lamb." Edward said quickly seeing how disappointed his mother looked.

"I hope so. I haven't cooked for anyone besides you in so long." She paused a little longer before she started to chop again and throw the bits into the pan with the lamb. A while later while she was checking the oven the doorbell rang and Edward sprung up to get it.

"Oh, okay!" Elizabeth smiled and looked after her son as he disappeared to get the door.

Carlisle was smiling with a bottle of wine on the other side of the door. He was wearing a blue button up shirt and slacks. Very business casual, yet relaxed.

"Good evening, Edward." He said, his voice smooth and musical almost.

"Hello. Come in." He said moving aside. It was at the moment he realized Carlisle had never been in his house. It felt new and a little scary; even more so with his mother home.

"Edward." Carlisle said in a very low and quiet tone just inside the door.

"Yes?" The teen asked.

"You're a good boy." He said and with his free hand stroked the side of Edward's face. It was a gentle ghost of a touch, but enough to scramble Edward's brain for a moment. Carlisle grinned and turned away from Edward. "Where is Ms. Masen?" Carlisle asked now in a more natural tone.

Edward didn't say anything, he didn't trust himself, and instead he walked into the kitchen where his mother was standing with a little smile.

"Hello Dr. Cullen!" Elizabeth said warmly.

"Good Evening, Ms. Masen. I brought this for you." He said presenting her with the vintage wine.

"Oh, thank you so much! We'll have it with dinner!" She smiled.

"Wonderful." Carlisle grinned at her. It made Edward a little…jealous?

"Um…everyone can sit down in the dining room and I'll bring out the food in a moment." She said ushering them in the next room.

"Do you need any help?" Carlisle asked as they crossed the threshold.

"Oh, no, you are the guest Dr.-"

"Carlisle, call me Carlisle." He smiled again and Edward felt a bolt of something flow through him. The guys sat at the table while Elizabeth disappeared around the corner to get the food ready.

"How are you this evening, Edward?" Carlisle asked casually.

"Better."

"Better?"

"I haven't seen you in a while." Edward blushed.

"I feel the same way." Carlisle said and a moment later Edward felt his hand on his thigh. He rubbed small circles into his upper inner thigh, his expression unchanged by the action. "How has school been?"

"Okay." Edward closed his eyes for a longer time than he wanted to. When he opened them again Carlisle was staring at him with adoration.

"No problems?" Carlisle asked, and Edward shook his head no. He lowered his voice now to the same tone at the door. "You're look beautiful today."

Edward's face was bright red when his mother entered the room again holding the lamb. She set it in the middle, followed by the sides and the bottle of wine.

"May I?" Carlisle asked standing to take the wine. He twisted the top effortlessly and began to pour the red liquid into Elizabeth's and his glasses. "Water for you, dear Edward." Carlisle smiled before taking his seat again.

Together they ate, talked, and even shared a few laughs. Edward noticed how much his mother was laughing and smiling and was glad she was enjoying herself, but somehow he also felt a little jealous? Even with Carlisle's hand being an ever present pressure on his inner thigh, he couldn't help but want to keep him to himself.

Lucky came into the room towards the end and sat down at Carlisle's feet, causing the two adults to laugh. Carlisle petted Lucky on his golden head and gave him a small piece of food. He trotted away a few moments later, probably to his bed, Edward thought.

"I should head home soon. I thoroughly enjoy my evening here tonight, Elizabeth." Carlisle grinned.

"I'm so glad you did. And thank you again for the wine and tutoring Edward."

"The pleasure is all mines." He smiled, putting a little more pressure a little higher on Edward's thigh. The teen closed his eyes for a moment. It didn't go unnoticed from Carlisle.

"I'll walk you to the door." Edward said.

"I'd like that, and you my dear Elizabeth, have a great evening." Carlisle said standing with a smile. "The meal was spectacular."

"Oh, thank you!"

At the door Edward stood, his hands together in front of him as Carlisle got ready to leave.

"How are you feeling, love?" Carlisle's voice was low and quiet again.

"Okay."

"Just, okay?" Carlisle opened the door and gestured for Edward to join him. Just outside he turned to Edward touched his face once the door was closed. It was a little risky, but what wasn't risky about their romance? "Speak to me."

"You were flirting a lot with my mom..." Edward looked down.

He heard Carlisle chuckle. "You don't want to call me daddy?"

Edward looked up wide eyed, his mouth a little agape.

"I'm sorry." Carlisle replied and took Edward's hand in his. "I suppose I just wanted her to like me. It would be better than having her dislike me and question our relationship. Nothing more. I promise."

Edward nodded. "Daddy…" He looked away embarrassed.

"Do you not like it?"

Edward looked at him. "Are…you offering that to me?"

Carlisle shook his head. "Maybe the wine to talking." There was a comfortable pause. "I'd kiss you, but I think holding your hand is enough for now."

Edward shifted a little. Carlisle now moved his hand to the teen's back. "Or would you like that? Tell me what you want."

Edward's face was red, but he nodded.

"Say it." Carlisle said, his voice full of authority.

"I want you to kiss me."

A moment later Carlisle's lips were on Edward's. It felt prefect, right in every way, and more. When they pulled away Carlisle touched the side of his face again. "I should go now. Your mother is going to wonder where you've been."

Carlisle started down the steps. His was so pale he almost seemed to glow in the darkness. Edward watched his ghostly form disappear around the large hedges before he went inside for the night.

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