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A/N: Hey, so those reviews were pretty funny… song's by Rob Thomas… and again it goes with Carlisle's thinking more… Read. Enjoy. Review
Inside Out
Chapter Eleven - Her Diamonds
Isabella Swan
I woke up the next morning curled up to Carlisle with my head on his chest. My face was right next to Carter's and I was momentarily wondering how he had gotten there until I felt Carlisle's arm, which was wrapped around me move and I looked up into his, also awake, face. I kissed Carter's forehead and then leaned up and craned my neck to press my lips to Carlisle's jaw, then smiled as he turned his face and he kissed me good morning.
"I already called in for the day," He whispered as I pulled away from him and I just gave him a glare.
"Go back to work, I'll be ok," I said.
"I know, I'm just worried about you, and I only switched my shift around so I am working later this afternoon," He said, "Besides, I want to see what mom's up to before I leave you here with her."
"What is she doing here?" I asked and he shook his head with a deep sigh, and I watched as Carter went up and down with his chest, and I brought Carter up in my arms.
"I haven't the slightest," He said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, "And I called the mohers' group meets tomorrow night. I called earlier."
"Ok," I said, continuing to cuddle my almost one month old.
Carlisle kissed the top of Carter's head, smoothing his hair, then kissed me quickly before heading off silently to his shower. I heard the shower start up and I dress quickly before I decided to go get Carter changed out of his sleeper for the day. I carried him down the hall to his room, the room he would soon actually be sleeping in. Rosalie came out of her room, all dressed for school, and she just looked at me while she passed, no pleasantries, yeah she was mad. I walked into Carter's nursery and set him down on the changing table and mom walked into the room as I unzipped him. Mom grabbed a clean little outfit and I put it on him, Carlisle had apparently already changed his diaper.
"Are you ok, honey?" She asked as I finished buttoning the little blue onesie I was putting Carter into.
"Ok," I said as I slipped him into a little pair of pants, the heat was up in the house, and it was like eighty degrees in the whole house, despite the fact that it was mid winter, so he would be fine just like that.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, mom."
"Because we can talk, you know that right?"
"Yes, mom," I said, holding Carter to my shoulder, cradling his soft little head in my hand, "Where're Carlisle's parents?"
"His father went to the store, and Mary Anne is down in the kitchen making Rosalie and everyone breakfast," said Renee.
"Think it's poisoned?" I asked and Renee laughed.
"No, I don't think so, just make sure you get the same batch as Carlisle," said Renee, "She adores him almost as much as you do."
"Yeah," I said, "He is her son. If only she adored me about half as much."
"Oh, babe, It'll be ok," she said, rubbing a soothing circle on my back.
"Ah," said Carlisle sweetly as he walked in, fresh from the shower in a dress shirt for work later, "There're my angels."
He walked over and kissed my temple before taking Carter from me, and carefully lifting him up to he was eye level with him and bopped his nose gently to the infant's. He smiled as he brought, a now smiling and gurgling Carter down and held him, normal baby style against him. Once he had Carter settled, he reached for my hand and led us all downstairs. We entered the kitchen, and Rosalie had apparently all ready left for school. I sat at the table while Carlisle went for a bottle from the fridge and Renee walked after him. \
"I already ate," She said, taking Carter and the cold bottle and turning to heat it up, "I'll take care of him, you two eat."
"Thanks," said Carlisle and he went over to his own mother who shoveled eggs and bacon onto two plates for Carlisle and I.
He came and sat down next to me, with Renee on my other side and set the plate that would according to his positioning be his, in front of me. Clearly he was suspicious of his mother as well. She didn't tell him not to eat, so I figured it was all safe. She came and sat at the table, across from me and folded her hands under her chin while she watched us eat.
"So, Carlisle," she said, in a way that scared the crap out of me, "When do you leave for work?"
"Not until almost this evening," he said politely, after swallowing a mouthful of egg.
"Oh," she said, seemingly disappointed, as I finished my food, which I had wolfed down, and took Carter from Renee.
Carlisle finished off his own then put our plates in the dishwasher and came back to sit next to me, in the awkward silence of us all staring at each other. Carlisle placed a hand on the back of my neck and leaned over and kissed the side of my head, curling a piece of my hair behind my ear. I kept looking straight ahead, so I didn't miss his mother's cringing like he seemed to, or maybe he did, which is why he then chose to lean over and kiss me deeply before we heard the front door open.
"Carlisle," called his father, "Come help me with the groceries."
"Comin'," He called, extricating his tongue form my mouth and running to go help his father.
I smiled shyly and chewed a bit on my lower lip as I looked across the table at Mary Anne, who looked like she had just swallowed a mouthful of dirt. I Just looked down at Carter, who was leisurely suckling on the bottle I was holding for him and my mother decided to go and check on the laundry. Traitor, why in the world would she ever think it was ok to leave me with Mary Anne? All by myself.
"Hello, Bella," she said, apparently this was what she wanted the whole time.
"Hi," I said, it was almost a question.
"I'm going to get right down to it," she said, putting her hands down on the table.
"Ok," I said, readjusting Carter so that he was a tad closer, I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but it felt nicer to have him close.
"My son is a very loving man," She said, "And, unlike my other son, Jacques who needs a younger little flake, because that's what he is. I love Jacques to death, but it's the truth. Carlisle is smart, he's my baby, and he's already been hurt once. That woman…"
Oh the nerve of her for dying I thought sarcastically.
"Long story short, I cannot allow you to marry my son," she said, "He's much too god for you. He needs someone better. You need to make yourself disappear, if you love my son, you will agree, that you need to take that… child… and go. I have eyes, I know it's his, and I applaud you, you were smart enough to let him impregnate you. You had your fun with him, now leave. I can pay for your travels to wherever you go, as long as you promise not to contact him, ever again."
I started at her in shock for a few seconds before the anger started to boil.
"No, I'm not leaving him," I said, and Mary Anne rolled her eyes.
"Well I'm not leaving until you do," said Mary Anne as I felt the tears start to form in my eyes, but I was determined not to cry.
"Then I hope your comfortable in the guest room," I said as I stood up, and I carried Carter out of the room, I was proud that I had managed to keep the tears from falling until I got out of her sight, but not out of Carlisle's.
He put the groceries he had been carrying down on the couch and followed me upstairs. I put Carter into his basinet at the foot of our bed and set his bottle down on the dresser. He was just about finished anyways so he stayed quiet as I curled up on the bed, hugging the pillow that absorbed my tears. About a second passed before Carlisle's arms were around me, and he pressed his lips to my neck.
"Shh," He said soothingly, "What's wrong? What'd she say to you?"
I could have told him, he would have believed me, and gone downstairs and screamed at her. Though, I didn't want that. I didn't want to cause anymore friction between Carlisle and his mother. I didn't want him to hate his mother, no mother, no matter how heartless deserved to lose the love of her son. I don't know that I would be able to live knowing that it was my fault that he no longer spoke to his mother at all.
"Nothing."
