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A/N: Hey, so last final is tomorrow!!! Yay me! Ok, so if you didn't already hear about the bet, Peter made a bet with his friend that he could get 500,000 followers by Friday… go follow Peter Facinelli on Twitter if you didn't already! Ok, so here we go… Song's Crazy for this Girl by Evan & Jaron … and wow you are all really paranoid about Carter… almost as much as Bella is… mostly fluff.. I want it to be Bella's POV when they go home… Read. Enjoy. Review…

Inside Out

Chapter Nine – Crazy for This Girl

Dr. Carlisle Cullen

Successful in convincing the girls that Bella and I should really get a hotel room, at least for the night, I sent them back to the campus in a taxi. Angela, who was heading back out later tonight, promised to drop our stuff off at the hotel for us. I paid the cabby in advance for the girls, then turned back to face Bella who was standing on the curb. I took her hand quickly before kissing her sweetly before letting go to rest my hands on her hips, and trying to deepen the kiss. She kissed me back, but it seemed less enthusiastic than usual, like something was bothering her. I pulled away slightly, pressing my forehead to hers while I returned her worried look with one of my own.

"Bella, honey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Can you try mom or Rosalie to check on Carter?" She asked and I nodded as I reached down to retrieve my phone from my pocket, "I'm just worried about him, and no one picked up earlier."

"Ok," I said, flipping my phone open, "Who did you try earlier?"

"Rosalie," She said, chewing her lower lip nervously as I led her over to the side of the plaza, near the boardwalk.

"I'm sure everything's fine," I said, dialing Renee, "They'd have called if something went wrong."

"Hello?" a rather frazzled sounding Renee picked up the phone.

"Hey," I said, "How's Carter?"

"Physically he's fine," said Renee, "He just won't stop crying, I just had Rosalie take him outside so I could call Bella back."

"Lay down with him on your chest," I told her, "He should go straight to sleep, especially if he's been crying all day."

"That only works for you," said Bella restlessly and she snatched my phone from me, and I smiled as she pressed it to her ear, walking a few steps away from me, "Hey Mom. Take a deep breath, calm down. Warm him up a bottle and then placed him on his back in his basinet. Play some classical in the background, his favorite should still be in the CD player near the TV, Carlisle doesn't really use that one. Rub his head gently around the forehead and he should be asleep in a few minutes… Yeah, like Gram did for me when I stayed with her… Ok… bye."

She hung up the phone and handed it back to me as she walked back over to me without a word, and I put it back in my pocket. I put my arm back around Bella and led her over to the sea wall, where we sat down. I kissed her temple as she leaned in on my shoulder and I kept my arm wrapped tightly around her as I pressed my cheek to the top of her head and we looked out onto the ocean.

"Bella," I said after a few minutes, "We need to talk about what we're going to do when we get back home. I can think of two quick fixes to relieve your stress a little, but they're just suggestions, please keep that in mind."

"Ok," She said.

"Ok, the first one, would be for me to quit and stay home with you and Carter," I said, "And the second is we can hire a nanny. Then again, we can do both if you want to."

"Carlisle," She said, looking over at me, "You can't leave your job, you love it, and I hate even the idea of a nanny. I can take care of him, I want to take care of him when we get back."

"Ok," I said, "Will you at least talk to someone, or like join the moms' group in town? I'm not doubting your mothering abilities, because I know that you're an excellent mother. I just don't want you to get that stressed out and desperate enough. Please? For my mental health at the very least?"

"Ok," she said, looking down at her feet, "I will go to the mom group or whatever, and I will go talk to the therapist up at the hospital if I need to…"

"Thank-You," I said as I tipped her face back up, so that she was looking up at me, gently with my hand, and I kissed her lightly with my lips, "I love you, and I just want to make sure you're going to be ok?"

"I know," she said, picking her head back up and looking at me, "I love you too, can we go home tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said, slightly surprised, I hadn't expected her to want to go home so quickly, "I'll call the airline in the morning."

"Thanks," she said, as she leaned back into me before sitting back up straight and then sliding off the sea wall into the sand, and I followed suit.

I wrapped my arms around her as we sat there in the sand, watching the waves. She wriggled a little so I let her go and she laid down next to me so that the middle of her back was near my leg as I sat basket style in the sand. She had her head in her hands, and her elbows in the sand as she looked out on the water, and I smiled as I leaned back on my hands. I moved my left hand to place it on her back, and I started to massage her back for her lightly. She turned her head around and smiled at me as I continued, and I leaned forward to kiss her before she turned back around and I let my other hand join in in rubbing her back.

"Ok," she said after about twenty minutes of getting her back rubbed and she sat back up, kissing me as she did so, and the sun was starting to set, "Can we go get some dinner at the hotel or something?"

"Sure," I said as I stood up, then helped her up.

"Good," she said as she brushed herself off from the sand briefly before brushing some off my shirt, "Because afterwards I want to properly thank you for that massage."

"Oh?" I said smiling as she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me.

"Yeah," She said, a suggestive smile coming across her face as she went back down to normal height.

I smiled cheekily as I wrapped around her waist, and she did the same, as we held each other close and headed back through the boardwalk and the plaza to the Mercedes. We walked into the parking lot and I opened her door for her, and kissed her forehead as she ducked into the car and I walked back around to the drivers' side door, and drove us straight over to the hotel.

I parked the car, rather than wait for the valet to come get it, and I walked Bella into the lobby. There was a little restaurant, and a bigger fancier one, and with Bella and I dressed pretty casually, we silently agreed on the little casual one, and we walked over to the hostess' little podium, hand and hand.

"Two?" The smiley little blonde with a extremely high pony tail asked us and I nodded as she smiled and motioned for us to follow her into the little place.

I let Bella lead me in as the girl set us up at a table and I sat across the table from her. I grasped her hand over the table and kissed the back of it before the waitress appeared and took our drink orders.

"So," She said, playing a little, subconsciously, with the skin on my fingers before looking at me lovingly, "You think Carter is ok with Mom now?"

"I'm sure he's fine," I said, smiling slightly at how paranoid about him she was, and I leaned over the table and kissed her, "You're mom might get mad if she just got him to sleep and we called and woke him up, especially with the day they've had."

"O-k," said Bella and I smiled a bit as she pouted, she was always so cute when she did.

Dinner was quick, I just got a burger and she a salad, then I threw cash down on the table for the check, and we headed upstairs. I smiled devilishly as I carried our bags into the elevator after picking them up at the front desk where Angela had left them for us. Bella chuckled at the expression on my face and attached herself to my arm, and I kissed the top of her head.