Disclaimer: I do not own Bella, Carlisle, or any other characters and twilight

A/N: Well, let's speed up the jaws music…lol Martha's vineyard! I was totally there last summer during the really big shark sighting… long story short we decided not to jump of the jaws bridge…. Any who… Read. Enjoy. Review…

Bridges

Chapter Eleven – Cursing the Seconds

Carlisle Cullen

I woke up smiling, Bella wrapped up in my arms as we lay in my bed and rain streamed down the windows. It was cold, even for forks and we were all snuggled in under the covers. I held her close to me as I watched the minutes pass on the alarm clock on the bedside table. I cursed each one as it passed while Bella slept. In a few minutes I would have to wake her up and then head to the airport and pick Rosalie up. I just wanted to lay there with Bella forever, I never wanted to leave, and I most certainly did not want to wake the beautiful woman sleeping in my arms so peacefully wearing my shirt.

It was mind blowing how easy my sleep had been. I had expected guilt, it sounded so terrible, but I expected to feel at least a little guilty about sleeping with another woman after Esme. This was something that had appeared inside my brain somewhere between the accident and when I decided to return to Forks. All before I had even met Bella.

I looked back over to the clock as it turned to eight and I decided it was probably time to at least start thinking about getting up. Rosalie's plane came in at ten, it was about a fifteen minute drive, but I wanted to get Bella something to eat, and I figured that we would probably linger in bed for at least a few minutes after I woke her.

I pulled my hand away from where it was wrapped around her tiny little body and moved a piece of hair from her face and kissed her forehead, temple, then her ear.

"Bella, sweetie," I whispered softly into her ear as I pulled away from the last one.

"Mm?" She said innocently and I smiled.

"Good Morning, it's time to wake up," I said softly as her eyes opened and she looked up at me, and she pulled herself up just enough to reach my lips.

Then, she promptly fell back down to gently onto my chest where I wrapped my arms around her once more. He kissed my bare chest lightly before turning her head to the side and cuddling up to my side. I ran a hand down her back and she shivered so I held her tighter, even though I knew she wasn't cold. I kissed the top of her head and she smiled as one spread across my face as well.

"So how much time did you leave us to just lay here?" Bella asked as she yawned, but I got the major point to the sentence.

"About twenty minutes," I replied, "Of course that depends on whether you want to shower before you go home."

"Well then I'll just wait and take one when I get home," she said as I started to stroke her hair gently.

"Thought you might want to," I replied as she threw an arm across my rib cage, holding on to me tightly, "Are you and the usual group crashing baseball practice later?"

"I believe so," she replied, "There's not much for us to do without the boys, they're pretty entertaining. I think we're going out to lunch afterwards too."

"Good," I said, "You should spend time with your friends too."

"Well I'm not going to really have a choice once she gets here am I?" she replied and I shook my head.

"Guess not," I replied sadly, I would miss not having Bella around as much.

"Well maybe you could come over when Charlie's gone," Bella said and I chuckled.

"Sounds good, he still got that nice little gun collection?" I teased and she sighed.

"Guess not," she said and I leaned down and kissed her.

"We'll find a way," I assured her, "There's no way I'm going to let us get distant."

"Mm," She said as she tried to burrow her face into my side.

I chuckled as I lifted her head gently and kissed her again. We stayed awake in bed for a few more minutes before we actually got up. I threw on a pair of basketball shorts and she stole a pair of my sweatpants. As we hit the hallway I reached for her hand and held it all the way downstairs and into the kitchen. She sat at the table and looked over a few of the books I had put there while I cooked up some pancakes. Before long I was kissing her goodbye in the hallway near the door leading into the garage.

"Wait," I said, tugging gently on her – my – pants and her – my – shirt, "Isn't Charlie going to wonder where you got these?"

"Well it's a good thing his shift started a couple minutes ago," she said as she leaned up and kissed me then opened the door.

"All right," I said, elongating both words and kissing her good bye one more time, and then I teased, "Just as long as I don't mysteriously end up with a shot gun shell in my head."

"I would never let him," She said, hand on the door handle still, "Where would I ever find another perfect guy?"

"Emmett seems like an ok guy," I replied with a mischievous smile and she giggled, "Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too," She replied as she hopped into her truck and I opened the garage door.

I watched her truck go for a while then I checked my watch. Just enough to squeeze in a quick shower before I had to go pick up Rosalie, and sure enough a few minutes later I was in my Mercedes on the way to the airport. I pulled in as a relatively small plane landed out back. I walked into the receiving and baggage area as the people in charge of the baggage walked in with a few trolleys and I sat down figuring it would be a few minutes before the passengers were here.

I was trying to clear the night before's events from my mind so Rosalie and her over receptive teenage girl mind wouldn't catch on to anything. It wasn't working. Bella consumed my thoughts more than she usually did, and I had thought that was impossible. She was usually on my mind, if not only in the back of it, but right then she was everywhere. I couldn't think of anything but her, I tried thinking about how Rosalie was going to adjust but that just brought me to how well Bella had adjusted to life here and if Bella would make friends with Rosalie. Their personalities were very different, almost opposite. Bella was very grown up, mature, and Rosalie tended to be the epitome of teenage girl with drama and the expectation that everyone should treat her like royalty. I wasn't trying to put her down, she just was.

I chuckled a little as I remembered listening to Rosalie rant on and on last summer about this guy down on the beach. Then again how her best friend was mad at her because she wasn't there in Texas with her so that she could have stopped her from making out with some guy. I listened as long as I could, but at a certain point I felt a headache coming on and zoned out resorting to the nods and "mmhmm"'s that I hated doing.

"Uncle Carlisle!" Rosalie interrupted my thoughts and I jumped off my seat and gave her a hug as she walked over.

"Hey, Rosalie," I said as I let her go and we headed over to the baggage claim.

Rosalie walked ahead of me over to where they had dragged the luggage. She picked up one of the smaller bags that clearly went with a very large set. There were about four more with the same design, but they were relatively larger. I grabbed the biggest one and popped out the wheels while I grabbed the second biggest under my arm.

"Thanks, Uncle Carlisle," said Rosalie and she took her small bag and her pocket book and headed outside, "Still have the Mercedes right?"

"Yup," I said as I looked around at the other two bags, "No problem."

I looked at the extra bags another time before I took the third bag in my other arm. I got it all situated then just looked at the third one. The bag boy that was watching me since I walked in snickered a little as I tried to figure out how to get that last bag. Then, setting the two bags down and set the other bag on top of the wheeler and dragged that along with the two bags I was carrying.

I got to my car and Rosalie was leaning up against the Mercedes texting one of her friends, I'm sure.

"Hey, Rosalie," I said setting the two armed bags back down on the ground near the trunk and threw Rosalie the keys, which she caught, "Can you pop the trunk?"

"Uhuh," she said as she finished her text and then walked slowly around the car as I picked her bags back up, "There you go."

"Thanks, Rose," I said as the trunk opened and I got all her bags in.

"No problem," she said as she opened the passenger side door, phone open again, and sat down.

I took a deep breath before I headed over to the driver's seat and turned the key the rest of the way to start the engine. I backed out of the parking space as Rosalie blew a bubble with her gum and it popped very loudly. She smiled a little as she turned the radio on.

"So," I said, "I have baseball practice, I have time to drop you off at the house first, but if you want to go a few of the girls crash almost every practice, I'm sure they'll be there."

"Whatever," said Rosalie, "Might as well, as long as I'm stuck in this hell hole. It's not raining… today at least…"

"It rains less and less as summer approaches," I replied as I turned the radio down a few decibels and headed towards the school.

The car was silent, well except for the "music" Rosalie was listening to while she must have been texting everyone on the planet. I pulled into the parking area nearest to the diamond, between Bella's truck and Tyler's van. I grabbed my glove out of the back seat while Rosalie waited for me, slipping her phone finally back into her pocket. I walked over to where the boys were waiting for me. Emmett, Tyler, and Mike, to my lack of surprise were over by the bleachers with the girls, and my heart leapt, Bella. I wanted to rip Emmett's head off for looking at my Bella like that.

"Boys," I called, "Let's get some passing going. Tyler, warm up with Carl."

"Yes, sir," said Tyler, he gave me a mock solute and led everyone onto the field as I lingered with the girls and Rosalie.

"Girls," I said, "This is my niece, Rosalie, she'll be staying with me for a while. She'll be at school so play nice."

"You got it, Mr. Cullen," said Lauren smiling awkwardly as Rosalie climbed the bleachers and headed over to them.

"Hey," said Bella and I could tell she was making an effort that otherwise she wouldn't bother.

"Hello," said Rosalie with a sort of ice in her voice.

Well, this should be fun, I thought to myself as I headed onto the field to help Tyler fix some of his wild pitches.

A/N 2 : Ok, so I personally really don't not like Rosalie, but for the purpose of the story… she's a brat… oh well… and I'm on vacation from school so most likely updates will be in quick secession… remember to review… :)