In This chapter they will be asking each other questions about each other so the know more about each other… really hope you enjoy this! xoxo Penguin ~

We were sat on my sofa with Christina Aguilera ain't no other man playing quietly in the background.

"So… Bella I don't just want to know about your past I want to know the simple things. What is your favourite colour?" he looked at me nervously.

"Royal Blue… because it was my mums' favourite colour too." I whispered. I missed my mum. "What's your favourite colour?" I had to know I think it is some kind of green because he always wore green somewhere…

"Bright red or dark green I can never really choose…" he drifted off. There was an awkward silence… my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything to ask him. I knew I wanted to ask him loads but I had no idea what to say.

"Carlisle… why do you hate Edward? I know you and Edward have had misunderstanding- "

"Misunderstanding" he scoffed. "It was more than a misunderstanding. You don't know the whole story." He looked pained. I put my arm around his neck and sat on his lap. I kissed his jaw and neck slowly, trying to calm him.

"I love you." I whispered. He gave me a small pained smile.

"When I was 20 my and Irina were best friends. Edward told me he liked her but I knew age would be a problem with Irina so I had to tell him it was never going to happen. That night he asked her out and she told him no. he was heartbroken. Every chance he got he would be there. One night I told him to back off because he was scaring Irina so much she nearly stopped coming round to see me. Esme warned him to stay away from her before things got nasty but he said she felt the same way but was hiding it." Carlisle rested his hands on my hips. It sent a tingle up my spine. He took a deep breath. "He left her alone for a while. When I came home one summer night I gave her a hug and she kissed my cheek, her father had just died of cancer and she needed me. Edward was watching us and grew mad at me. I walked through the door and jumped me. He kept hitting my face telling me I was a dick for stealing his girl. I threw some punches and busted his nose but Esme stopped us. She told us both off for it. I never spoke to him much but our trust grew over time again. You know the rest about the marriage and my little boy." He had tears rolling down his cheeks. "I wish were still as close as we used to be. But he has stayed bitter and hate's me. I have tried to talk to him but he doesn't listen."

"Carlisle, I will always defend you it's not your fault that he doesn't understand." I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck.

After several hours of talking and most defiantly finding out more about each other, I was shattered. I was now lay across the sofa my head on Carlisle's lap. He was stroking my hair, it was soothing. So soothing I fell asleep.

CPOV

She lay on my lap asleep. It was nice to just be here with Bella, talking. My phone went off breaking the silence. I opened the message. It was from Irina.

Carlisle, I wanted you to know I am not mad with you for finding someone else. I just hope for your sake she still loves you even with everything that has gone on. To cheer you up her is a picture of your son sleeping.

I clicked the attachment and there he was his soft, tiny features lay there in the most peaceful sleep ever to exist. No worries to hurt his head. I started to wonder if Bella really was O.K. with me being a dad. She seemed taken to him when she saw the picture. But I saw something, maybe jealousy, flicker in her eyes. I wanted her to know I loved her enough that nothing was going to come between us. Just then she started stirring.

"Hello sleepy head" I laughed. Her hair was a mess.

"hey." She said drudgery.

"Bella I was just thinking, at Esme's weeding you collapsed when you saw your mum, why?" she winced. I was about to tell her not to tell me but she started to talk.

"My mum and dad divorced when I was 12 years old. They were the perfect couple; high school sweethearts, married under very happy terms, have their little girl and give her everything she wants. They both had jobs they loved. Everything was perfect. Tooperfect. My uncle Phil had committed suicide when I was 8 years old. It broke my mum and she started drinking heavily, soon enough became an alcoholic. It drove my dad insane he tried to get her help but she wouldn't accept it. One day we came home, me and my dad, to find my mum covered in blood. She had slit her wrists over and over saying her life was over." She was weeping now. I just hugged her and stayed silent until she wanted to continue. I had a funny feeling that she had never told anyone about this before.

"Soon after people from the mental institute took her away. Two and a half years later the divorce papers came by the time it was official I didn't want anything to do with my mum. She made me feel sick. She used to write to Charlie and tell him not to bother sending photos of me she never wanted to know me. Until last year she started writing to me saying she wanted to meet me, that she was better now. I know she is still an alcoholic. Someone must have told her about the wedding. She probably turned up to stop it... I hate her Carlisle I truly do." She sounded bitter at the end. Her face showed no emotion. I didn't like it.

That night we slept in her bed together. But I woke up alone.