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Enjoy Carlisle point of view.

CPOV

I was going to be a father. She was making me a daddy.

I couldn't get enough of her. Morning, noon, and night my thoughts were consumed with every detail, her gently sloping belly, that glow that seem to beam from within, even the adorable way she kept sniffing me. Every day she was changing and I needed to know…everything. Was she eating enough? Did her back hurt? Would she want me to hold her hair, gently rub her back or a combination of both while she was sick? Was she craving anything?

It was more than my anxious curiosity, these answers were crucial to my peace of mind.

She didn't know but I would wake up an hour earlier than the alarm to watch my sleeping beauty, she would be uncomfortable if she knew but I could hardly bring myself to care and this morning was no different. The light was starting to peek into through the curtains, bathing our room and her skin with its warm glow.

If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful this morning.

I smiled down at her, my body already reacting to the warmth beside me, the heat that awaited me. Nudging her tank top aside, I pressed my lips to her stomach, chuckling when it grumbled. What would she want to eat…should I get up and make her something? I debated leaving the bed but when she moaned softly, I made my decision.

Stay in bed, treat her to a morning orgasm, and then feed her!

Sounded good to me.

"Carlisle…" I looked up to find her watching me, her hair a mess of tangled waves. Never had she looked more beautiful.

"Morning, Love." I told her before kissing the baby belly good morning as well.

"Morning…saying hi to the baby?" I nodded, feeling the baby nudge me a soft Hello. "Humm, baby likes when you kiss her. Now what was it you were saying about treating me to an orgasm before feeding me?" A wicked little smirk danced on her lips as she did away with the tank all together. "I say you better get to work Mr. Cullen."

"You're going to get it now." I taunted, cupping her breasts, now fully on display.

"I certainly hope so."

"Such a naughty little girl," I told her hooking my fingers in her panties slowly pulling them down her legs. Wagging my eyebrows as I tossed them aside and licked my lips the way I knew made her wet.

"Should I spank you Isabella?"

My eyes snapped open and much like my dream I was laying on Bella's stomach, my lips against her soft skin. I remembered falling asleep on a shirtless Bella but now a black tank was pushed up to just below her breasts no doubt by my hands.

She looked identical to the beauty in my dream, same tangled hair, soft peaceful expression and puffy pout. I looked down to where my head had been resting. Well not everything was the same. There was no bump, no slope not even a hint of one—not that there should be, but still it made me a bit sad.

Careful not to wake her I got up and went to her bathroom, chuckling a bit at the black walls and tile. This girl was a bit odd, but I liked her that way. After taking care of my bladder I splashed cold water on my face and took stalk of last night's damage. My glasses were twisted and now completely useless, I'd have to replace them or suffer contacts—fuck Emmet! My eyes were bloodshot and irritated, across my check there was a hint of bruising— again fuck Emmett and his strength—and I was in need of a good shave, three days ago. But despite looking like shit, and the weight of yesterday, this morning my heart was lighter. While I had not planned on being forced to tell her those things because of one of my Post-traumatic stress panic attacks, the result was magical.

Once again, she understood, wanted to comfort me, wanted to relive my pain. I saw it in the way she looked at me and the way she held me as I cried, always caressing, never demanding answers. I smiled recalling the way she questioned my having balls enough to look at her…she sure as hell didn't shy away from telling me what was on her mind.

From the doorway I simply watched her sleeping like an angel. Had I really been dreaming of waking to a pregnant Bella? Was that something I wanted...with her?

Kinda of soon to be pondering that shit don't you think Carlisle?

I shook my head, grateful for the fact that she was fast asleep and could not witness my madness. No, it was absurd, unthinkable and impossible. My subconscious was simply reacting to the conversation about Esme and Edward—although seeing her with the twins did odd things to me.

She moaned softly and licked her lips like she was dreaming of something delicious.

"Muuumm, asspants…Carlisle foire glace…muummm…"

What could she possibly be dreaming about, our afternoon together and ice cream? Did she want ice cream? Poor girl, she really didn't eat much last night. Briefly, I considered making her breakfast before recalling that I hadn't cooked in ages and waking to a burning kitchen would not be pleasant for her.

She moaned asspants again splaying her hand on her pelvis and I just watched almost positive now that she was having an erotic dream.

Dear God. An erotic dream featuring me!

Her whole body flushed a beautiful shade of pink and her nipples tighten under her paper-thin top begging for my attention. Her hips writhed and I knew she had to be hot and ready for me but I stayed put enjoying the show as her hand trailed lower.

Lower sweetheart, under the sheets…Maybe I should replace her hand with mine and treat her to a morning orgasm, then feed her.

"Ummm, Carlisle! You taste…sooo good."

The sleep talking was endearing and arousing. "God, Isabella what are you doing to me in that pretty head of yours?"

I glanced at the clock, shocked at the blinking numbers. Four thirty in the morning. I was just about to question why I was awake and well rested at this ungodly hour when I recalled how early we went to bed the night before.

Thirty minutes of her teasing me and I was ready to wake her in a very pleasurable way, but the sight...the sight of her hands ghosting over her body was thrilling. The same iPod alarm started singing loudly at exactly five and magically, her eyes snapped open. Her hand searched for me and when she came up empty, she sank deeper into the warm covers, curling protectively into herself with a sad pout.

She looked completely disappointed waking without my body smothering her. She liked waking to me. My heart pounded harder in my chest.

Umm, that's odd.

I cleared my throat and smiled, loving the way her face brightened when she realized I was standing a few feet away. "Why are you way over there? Have you been up long? Are you…umm…alright?"

My lust simmered down at her words. She cared.

"Not very long, I was just enjoying the view for a moment, you're so beautiful. And yes, I'm alright…actually I'm better than alright thanks to you Isabella. I can't thank you enough for your compassion or for taking care of me last night. But I am confused as to why you have an alarm set at five on a Sunday? What are we listening to?"

She blushed, whispering that she liked taking care of me and that I didn't need to thank her. "The Black Keys…its Sunday, merde!"

I nodded; amused at the tangle of limbs and sheets as she tried to get out of bed. She seemed to be in a rush to get dressed but was having issues finding her clothes—clothes that were unnecessary, she was overdressed as it was. Last night I hadn't noticed just how tiny her panties were but I was very aware of it now; red eyelet with flirty frill running from her hips to the apple of her sweet ass and black bows on either side of her hips.

They looked sweet and sinful but they'd look much better on the floor or in my pocket.

Like a tornado, she rushed to the closet and yanked on some jeans before walking out of the room practically sprinting to the kitchen, tripping twice before she got there. I followed her, a touch put out that she had yet to kiss me. I needed those lips.

"Have I missed something Isabella, you going somewhere? I was thinking we could lose the clothes and get back in bed."

Quickly tying her converses, she walked over to where I stood, hard and wanting her, and gave me a kiss. Her lips took mine hungrily, one hand threading into my hair as the other reach around to pull me close to her body, squeezing my ass. My hands mirrored hers, relishing in her sweet tongue playing in my mouth.

I was going to take her here, in the damn kitchen. I had never had sex in a kitchen but now her marble island looked ideal, cold but that could be remedied. She pulled away from me as if sensing my wicked thoughts. I pouted like a child and she just cupped my cheek and winked.

"Umm, you taste so good Carlisle. Make yourself at home, snoop around if you want but don't look at those paintings over by that far wall. I brought my iPod over here; feel free to put on anything you want. I'll be right back…don't eat anything. I was going to make you breakfast but I forgot that I needed to go shopping. So, I'll just be a couple of minutes, ten tops. "

Grabbing her jacket she headed for the door but stopped and kissed me passionately, pressing me into the counter and grinding her hips into me. It seemed my girl was a bit worked up this morning. Just as I had her wrapped in my arms she pulled away, kissing my lips once more while her finger danced along my chest and down my treasure trail. "Umm, don't get dressed. Do you like coffee?" I nodded, trying to calm my breath and raging erection.

"I'll be back…Ugh; I have to leave now, before I go down on you."

Blood rushed to my groin making it impossible to think of anything but her hot mouth. "I wouldn't complain, Isabella."

"Later…I promise."

With that she was gone and found myself in her flat, alone for the second time only this time I knew she'd come back. After willing my erection to calm down a bit I decided to look at her art space, eager to see more.

Scores of canvases leaned against wall and stalked against each other like so many friends chatting in huddles. In every one her talent was evident, it poured out in moody colors and expressive inks. I highly doubted I ever be granted the pleasure of watching her create(from what Demetri told me Isabella was a touch temperamental) but at least I now owned one of her creations. I wondered when I would get the painting I purchased…and if she knew or how she would react. As badly as I ached to see the paintings on the far wall, they stayed a mystery.

Maybe you can get her to show them to you, Carlisle.

Off the kitchen, there was a door, opening it I stepped inside and felt like I had walked into my father's study back in Rye—it was like a taste of my childhood home.

The room was painted London blue and much like her entire apartment was accented with antique brass tables and built in bookcase and soft leather chairs and a rich curry colored sofa. The room looked like it was furnished for comfort, perfect for long evenings of reading or movie watching with someone warm and caring. I could easily see myself with her curled up watching movies or simply enjoying each other's company. My mind leaped at the thought, already making plans. Not wanting to get too carried away, I closed the door softly and went to set at the breakfast bar to wait.

It was becoming clear to me that perhaps my first assessment of her place was off by a wide margin. It wasn't small but rather quite large in a secretive and seductive way, revealing little by little what she had to offer. I hoped I get to see it all.

Are you talking about Bella or her apartment? I couldn't answer that, I didn't know which, both?

Needing a distraction I grabbed her iPod. Her iPod was telling. She had a slew of British rock, punk bands I grew up on, a number of bands I didn't recognize but she also had a large amount of classical, jazz, blues and many of my French favorites. Music she wasn't alive to appreciate yet alone know of riddled the sleek cache of songs, her taste was eclectic and diverse and for some reason it made me smile to know that we had music in common.

Many songs later, I was singing along loudly with Robert Plant like I used to do as a teenager—only then I would stand and jam out on my bed and now I was in her kitchen. He had been my idol and Lizzy teased me about growing out my hair and walking around in tight jeans and open printed shirts.

"You put a sweater on."

I turned around to see Bella holding a brown bag in one hand and two coffees in the other looking rather flushed. With shaky hands, the bag and coffee were deposited on the counter, while Bella took a couple deep breaths.

A wicked smirk danced on my lips as soon as I smelled the air; coffee, pastries and my sweet girl. I was going to put all her convenient counter space to work very soon.

"Boulangerie Bechu makes the best Pain au chocolat orange in Paris and we are going to eat these while they're warm. I'm starving, so move your sexy ass Cullen." I smiled at the use of my surname, still unbelieving that she got up early to get me warm pastries and coffee. I was almost sorry that we wouldn't be eating them warm. Almost.

I had plans and they had nothing to do with eating, well eating breakfast. My cock wept at the thought of tasting her again, pulsing on my tongue sweet and hot. God if I didn't stop this I'd be finished before we started. She noticed me straining against my cotton confines but then again it was hard not to notice, cotton doesn't hide much.

"After we're done that sweater is coming off, along with those sexy ass briefs, understood? After."

"After, huh? We'll see." Her blushed deepened and breath faltered as she took my meaning. I couldn't resist teasing her a bit, "You alright, love? You look a bit…flushed."

I gave her my best innocent face but she saw right through it.

"Cocky ass, you know exactly why I'm flushed! First the dream, then I have to leave you looking like a damn Emporio Armani ad in my kitchen and then I come back and you're singing Led Zeppelin! Robert Fucking Plant! How much do you think I can take?"

Gripping her hips, I pulled them roughly to mine and leaned in to lick my favorite spot. "What do think those tiny little red excuse for underwear you were wearing this morning did to me? Fair is fair little girl and you are not the only one who had an interesting dream, although yours did sound a whole hell of a lot more pleasurable than mine. "

Her skin burned but even in embracement, her body pressed desperately against mine, her erratic breaths playing against my neck.

"Tell me Isabella was it the ice cream or my cock that tasted so good?" I didn't let her answer before my lips pressed against her, forcefully, licking her perfect cupid's bow. I groaned at the taste of her, Bella and strong coffee, the perfect combination of sweet and richness.

Pulling away from her mouth and body, I put some distance between us. She shivered and I smirked at her, taunting her to close the space—she didn't, she waited. I admired the way she reacted to my feral gaze.

She was just as needy as I was, just as worked up…perhaps more.

"Take off your clothes but leave the panties Isabella and be quick. No games." She looked stunned, trapped in her thoughts. Leaning down so our face were inches apart I spanked her ass hard enough to sting but not harm—I would never hurt her.

"Now," I told her evenly.

This time she didn't hesitated and soon she was standing in her kitchen wearing only those deceiving underwear, biting her plump lip.

"So obedient, such a good girl." I told her, noting the way she seemed to like my praise. Humm, interesting…

Without taking my eyes of her beautiful ones, I undressed and leaned against the island. The lust in the air spiked to a new level, her nipples tightened further and I swear the scent of her arousal grew stronger. I quirked a questioning brow at her; was it the music, my naked body, or both.

The song had changed but it was still Plant's voice singing, singing one of my favorites. I couldn't help mouthing the words as I swiveled my hips suggestively at her.

"Talk an' song from tongues of lilting grace …Whose sounds caress my ear…Whoa-ohh-oh
Whoa-ohhh-oh-oh"

Her lip disappeared into her beautiful mouth as she made the most alluring sound.

Fuck.

Thoughts of breakfast forgotten I rushed towards her and hoisted her on to the counter. My hands ghosted over the sweet ruffles at her hips before reaching inside to cup her sex, both of us hissing at the sensations. Her breath caught in as my fingers gently parted her plump folds, teasing her entrance. Breathless and needy she whispered my name in a silent plea.

"What? What do you want?"

"You…" She trailed off when I took her earlobe into my mouth and pressed my thumb to her clit.

"Me? I know that, but how do you want me? Tell me."

"Oh God, I want you, your fingers first then your cock. Please Carli—"

Such a good girl

Without warning, I thrust two fingers inside her, pumping them slowly but with purpose to the rhythm of the song, never relenting the pressure on her clit. She was dripping, clenching frantically at my fingers already on the brink. Gently I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock, guiding her in a stroke or two. Her body was so worked up that holding me in her hand was enough. She was coming within seconds, the force of her release shaking her small frame against the cabinets.

"Oh God, Carlisle…oh God, Carlisle...oh God, Carlisle…"

"I love hearing my name on your lips." I murmured against her lips.

Lifting her up I took her to the island laying her down before discarding her underwear and sinking into heaven with one measured stoke. Such perfection! It only took a second to realize that I was tightly nestled within her, flesh to flesh, no barrier. With haste and regret I pulled out, ashamed that I had put her at risk for even the smallest of moments.

I had only been with Esme this way and that didn't exactly turn out like I had planned.

Her youth, could I steal that from her, she was too young to lose everything. Isabella was too young to be with me this way; the risk was too high for both of us. But even with all that the selfish man inside of me wanted it, ached to feel her this way.

"Bella I can't be with you… not like this."

"Carlisle, birth control. I'm safe…please. I need you...now!" She explain, her deep doe eyes pleading.

She was safe, we could be together this way without risk…she wanted this. It was all I needed to hear. I slammed into her hard making her come again with a strangled cry. I rested my head on her shoulder while she pulsed around me, thrusting long deep strokes, not bothering to give her recovery time. There wasn't enough of my resolve left for that, not with the overpowering heat of her core wrapped around me. Not with silken velvet walls gripping my length.

My hands roamed over her hot sweat slicked thighs, gripping them as I pushed myself as deep as possible. I smiled as I felt her walls fluttering yet again.

So responsive.

I watched the angel beneath me, loving the way her skin glistened, how her cheeks flushed hotly. She was ravishing, a trembling beauty, and it was all for me.

"You're so beautiful, my sweet girl. I love watching you like this." I told her, thrusting hard and holding myself deep. Christ, I never wanted to leave, I needed to go deeper. "Fuck, you're always so ready..so wet and hot."

"Seulement pour vous, Carlisle. Seulement… pour vous."

Her eyes squeezed shut when I started rocking against her. "Isabella, open your eyes and watch me, watch us."

Her eyes opened and fixed on where we were joined only to glaze over as I nudged deeper and deeper. "Do you feel that baby…how deep I am? Fuck…you feel like heaven, sweet girl."

She groaned as I proved my point, deeply enjoying the feeling of her nails digging into my shoulders roughly. "Come with me Bella, come for me…please."

As if my words were all she needed she cried out my name, coming hard dragging me along with her over the edge as I spilled myself into her. I tried to keep my weight off her but the force of my climax wreaked my body rendering me useless and utterly satisfied as I rested on top of her.

Everything was much more intense with her.

"Umm, Bella, that was incredible." She hummed in agreement, threading her finger through my hair. The song had long since changed but I chuckled recalling her reaction to my Robert Plant impression. "It would seem you have a little thing for Robert Plant."

"That song turns me on so much! But …you sans pants and Robert Plant…Mon Deiu…dangerous combination! It was just too much, Carlisle. Damn you sexy Brits!"

Laughing at her blunt confession I kissed her neck, collar bones, anything I could reach. "Breakfast?"

"Il est trop tard…" Bella breathed against me.

Kissing her mouth softly helped her off the island handing her my sweater before pulling on my underwear. "For Breakfast? Love, it's never too late for breakfast but I'm afraid I'll have leave afterwards. I need to go home for some clean clothes and a shave."

"Don't shave." She whispered softly, fiddling with the sleeve of my sweater.

"You like this bedraggled look don't you? Alright I won't shave the second I get home…but I can't promise you'll see this hair after Monday."

I chuckled at her but stopped catching the expression on her face. She looked heartbroken, forlorn—what had I done? The look was gone before I could question it, replace with a sweet smile as she went to work on warming up the coffee and pastries.

Did she not want me to go? Did you want me to leave sooner?

I could spend the whole day with her, lord knows I wanted to but if that was what she wanted what would stop her from telling me? Maybe she needed a break from the emotional weight I kept dumping on her. Women did like to think about things on their own time and I had certainly given her loads to think about.

I threw out the notion of my going home after breakfast once again simply to gage her reaction. She winced. What did that mean?

"Ok…if you want to. I have some things to do today anyway so it's probably better if you get going." Her smile was still bright but her eyes looked sad.

"Bella, are you alright?"

She nodded and changed the subject to a tradition that her and Alice had including ice cream and movies. Other than a few words here and there, we ate in silence, sipping coffee and nibbling. I noted that she really didn't eat but crumbled the delicate pastry on her plate to bits. I finished my food barely tasting it and took the plate to the sink and when I came back, only her coffee was finished.

Was I putting her off her food? Every time I was around she didn't seem up to the task of eating, of course at the fair she had eaten but we hadn't eaten anything all day. I frowned at the pattern. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her temple and I thought about how to phrase what I needed to say.

"Bella, are you not hungry?" She didn't answer. "I don't want to make any assumptions but…last night you didn't eat much either and before we got sidetracked you said you were starving. Is something wrong?"

"Sidetracked? No, nothing is wrong. I'm fine."

"You're lying to me Isabella. Tell me what's wrong."

She opened her mouth to speak but the sound of her phone ringing interrupted. I urged her to continue but once again she was interrupted by the fucking phone before it went the machine a gruff voice breaking the silence between us.

Ducky, its Charlie…I guess you're not home…listen we need to talk about some stuff and this time you're going to tell me everything. Call me when you get in, it's important. I love you kid.

Ahh, so that was her father. I watched her like a hawk; she seemed concerned about the prospects of this talk with her father.

"I promise Carlisle it's nothing serious. I just have a lot of things on my mind. I'll eat with Alice later."

She was quite convincing but I knew better, after all I had been the one to put those things on her mind. Was she having seconds thoughts, was this worth all the risks to her, knowing the extent of my past? Was I worth it?

She assured me once more, this time with her lips. Well, at least Alice would make her eat. "Ok, sweet girl but you can talk to me." I kissed her lips softly. "Give me your phone."

She looked at me skeptically for a while before handing me her phone with a sigh. I fiddled with it for a moment and handed it back to her. "What did you do?"

"Now, you have my number, use it please. I'll call you tonight."

After I left Bella's I made my way to my rented flat, and immediately felt its sterile atmosphere greet me with utter indifference. I missed the warmth I had found on Avenue Victor Hugo. By two in the afternoon, I had already finished grading the papers and revising my lesson plan for the week so I decided to head over to Jasper's place for some male bonding.

Just as I was about to knock on his door I heard familiar giggling from the stairs to my right. "Hello Alice."

"Hey Carly, what happened to your sexy glasses…causality of super hot sex with my bestie?" I groaned and she laughed manically. "We talk about everything and I already have the scandaleux details from the first time mister magic fingers!"

I felt my face flush, Jesus Christ what else had Bella told her? "Oh God, Alice please, do not call me Carly and please don't call me mister magic fingers. Ever."

"Carly, silly sexy man, Bella called you that. I've been calling you Golden Sex God since I saw you at the bar ogling my girl like she was the last chocolate truffle in Paris."

Mister Magic Fingers? Golden Sex God? All of these were superb to my male ego but what nickname would our antics in the kitchen get me? I groaned, soon she would know about the kitchen…and the singing.

Bella Chocolate truffle sounds good right about now.

"Carly." She said in her sing song voice, waving her hand to get my attention.

"Sorry 'bout that man. Emmett let it slip and she's taken a likin' to it." Jasper came out on to the landing look apologetic but highly amused.

"I like Emm; he's like an overstuffed teddy bear, such a softy that Emmy is. Ok boys, I'm off to hang with Bells, shop and talk about her yummy weekend with Carly. Give me kiss Jazzy."

It seemed Alice was quite fond of nicknames. When they finished sucking face, I asked her to consider telling Bella about her and Jasper but she refused for whatever reason.

"I stand by what I said in the beginning, this is a bad idea and the longer you wait the more pissed she'll be but she's you friend and I trust you. And if you won't tell her about the two of you then can you please make sure she eats today."

"Wearing her out…Carly she's skinny enough! You have to take breaks between the sexing to feed her."

"Darlin'! That's my cousin you're talkin about…just plain disturbin." She shrugged him off and winked at me.

"Alice, please. The weekend hasn't been all rainbows and sex as I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. She didn't really eat this morning…or last night."

Jasper looked at her intently, communicating something silently. When had they acquired the use of telepathy? Realization sparked in her eyes as she nodded solemnly, "This has nothing to do with Rose or his past, this is all Bella. She gets like this sometimes when she thinks too much, she cooks, bakes, makes fucking ice cream, but she doesn't eat. I'll do what I can do Carlisle."

Kissing Jasper once more, she said good-bye to me and walked to her car with a little less pep in her high heeled step.

Jasper questioned me but I waved him off, telling him it would be better to talk after a beer but when I grabbed the doorknob Jasper ushered me up stairs to Alice's place.

xXXx

Alice's apartment was everything you'd expect it to be, bright and stylish and sassy. It looked like her and because she was so close to Bella, I found myself wanting to get to know the fairy better. Wonder if Jazz could help with that? I really had no clue what she did for a living, if she was still in school or if she was only taking that nude figure drawing class with Bella for the hell of it but the sewing machine and stacks of fabric near the window gave me a good hint.

Bringing a couple of beers to the living room Jasper turned the TV on and started surfing before settling on a Futbol game. Yes, like men we watched sports and drank beer. There might have been some scratching involved as well, but the women were gone.

We talked about the weekend's events (minus the explicit details) and by the time, Liverpool was up two nil at the half he was swearing at the extent of his sister's callous stupidity. I couldn't talk about her, I was still angry at the way she treated Isabella and despite how much Jasper cursed her I'm sure the things I had to say would not be welcomed. She was his sister.

"So you told her bout Esme and the baby?" I nodded, pealing the label off the bottle. He drained his beer and disappeared into the kitchen, coming back with two more. There was a low ping and Jasper check his phone casually before looking back up at me, "How'd that go?"

"Believe it or not, amazing…she's...Jazz, I don't know what's happening here. I've never felt the urge to tell someone everything before. I never talk about this, I didn't have to tell her—she didn't ask for answers only that I didn't shut her out. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to understand me. I told her everything and at the risk of sounding like a broken record, Bella is amazing. She held me, took care of me…I didn't realize how much I missed that."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Taking a long sip he looked around, no doubt thinking about Alice. His phone pinged and he smiled like a love sick fool. It was nice to see him so happy.

I wondered if it was too obsessive to text Isabella while she was with a friend. He was watching me with an arched brow "What?"

"Nothin' man, nothin', Ali's right is all. This beer is fuckin' good, Bella and Ali only drink this British Ale—lord only knows why—never tasted it before but I think I've been converted. They have great taste."

I smiled wickedly to myself, it seemed like she had an affinity for a number of British things. It was the same beer Bella had given England's Gold, it and me last night just happened to be my favorite.

Again, he checked his phone, frowning at the message. Alice. "This mornin' did you just fuck, eat and leave?"

Fuck, she had wanted me to stay. I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated at both her and myself. "Jazz, she didn't ask me to stay. How was I supposed to know what she wants if she doesn't tell me—I knew I should've stayed, she was acting strange so I just assumed she wanted time to herself…I wanted to stay. I sure as hell didn't want to go home. Is she upset with me?"

"No. I don't think this has to do with you, at least not all of it. Ali says they're heading over to Charlie's house to drop off all the damn food your girl made after you left."

You could be over there is twenty minutes, holding her in your arms in twenty-three… Fuck, where are my keys?

"Carlisle, cool it. She's spendin' the night over at Charlie's, so don't go rushing over to her place."

The second half started but we didn't continue talking, my thoughts were somewhat scattered. Quickly I typed out a text and hit send but she didn't reply. The game ended, Liverpool won and between the two of us, we finished the last of the England's Gold and two pints of the best fucking ice cream I've ever tasted, including Scooter's Frozen Custard back home.

"Where'd Alice get that ice cream?"

"Your girl made it while my Ali watched. It's fucking the best but I have a hard time eating it when I think about their crazy ass names." I must have looked bewildered because he was quick to explain that all of them were named after men, not just men but men they (or Bella) fancied. He stared naming them blushing when he mentioned one with apples. Curious I looked at my empty container, Viggo Blue. Why was I always getting stuck with this man, first the bike, now the ice cream? Fuck!

Men, they were all named after men, older men, men Bella fancied, men Bella was attracted to…

Carlisle foire glace

Holy Fuck, she wanted to make me into an ice cream flavor.

I grinning to myself I sent her another text message and waited, she didn't respond. Looking around something occurred to me for the first time since I arrived, "Jazz, why are we here and not at your place?"

"Well, its complicated…I'm not sure if you want to hear this or not." I sat up and looked at him, waiting. He sighed and scrubbed his face roughly before looking back at me, pleading for understanding.

"Why Jasper?"

"Rose."

A/N: Beer, futbol and Ice cream! Oh My! What is Rose doing at Jazz's? In case you guys were wondering, Bella is (or was) wearing Agent Provocateur Jacqueline Brief before Carlisle melted them off her. Jesus what the man can do to a perfectly good pair of panties!

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Translations:

Seulement pour vous, Carlisle. Seulement… pour vous…Only for you Carlisle, only for you.

Il est trop tard…it's too late.

Should I go over the yummy men ice creams?

Liam Neeson Delight- Coconut Peach with toasted Almonds

Depp Oasis- Mango Lassi Frozen Yogurt with Pistachio Biscotti Bits

Viggo Blue- Blueberry tart with White Chocolate swirls and bits of Danish shortbread Cookies

Wild One Brando- Cherry Vanilla and Andes Mint Chocolate chunks frozen custard

Sinatra My Apples -Vanilla gelato with green and red apples, caramel swirls and pie crust

My Apples -Vanilla gelato with green and red apples, caramel swirls and pie crust

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