A/N: Hey, so quick update... (yay me....lol) ummm.... yeah this chapter has duel meaning...and the next two chapters are Carlisle's pov so remember that if you don't generally read these author's notes... Because I know I don't always... and I don't feel like cpoving them... so... thanks loads to my beta Missy... and Read. Enjoy. Review...

Chapter Fourteen: Sick

I rolled over in bed Monday morning, and felt sick. I knew it wasn't just because Carlisle had gone back to school Friday night and I was missing him, after the absolute best three weeks of my life so far, but I was actually sick. I felt a sudden wave of nausea hit me and I leaned over the side of the bed, puking right onto the floor. It was the painful kind, the kind that made it feel like it was scraping the sides of your stomach and you feared maybe your stomach, as in the organ, was just going to come up too.

"Honey, are you ok?" Mom asked as she burst through the door, she had heard me, presumably from the hall.

I didn't respond, I didn't really think I could without getting nauseous again. I felt worse than I ever felt, sick-wise that was. Mom sat at the foot of my bed. I pulled self back so that I was back in bed and not hanging over the side, curling into a ball. I felt mom's hand slid over my forehead before she sighed and pulled the covers back up around me. I got the message, I was staying home, whether I liked it or not. Usually I had issues staying home, but today was different, I felt like I was going to die.

I racked my brain trying to figure out what I ate, but I couldn't think of anything abnormal. I fell back to sleep only to dream of terrible and torturing things. In one I was being chased by a giant tomato, another one Carlisle turned into a frog – which Emmett ran over – and in another I was stuck under a rock and no one could find me.

When I woke up again mom had taken care of the pukey mess off my floor, and replaced it with a bucket, classic mommy. I had a text message waiting for me from Alice. She had assumed that I was sick, and I texted her quickly to grab me work from each class. She sent me back get well issues as I sat up in bed, I was feeling a little better now, but still I knew it would come back.

"Hey, sweetie, how ya feeling?" Mom asked, popping her head in the door.

"A little better," I said and she nodded.

"So the Tylenol helped?" She said and I just looked at her curiously, "Oh, I woke you up earlier to get you some medicine, you were only barely awake though. Do you think you want to come downstairs and watch Aladdin with Jimmy and I?"

"Sure," I said and mom helped down the stairs to the couch.

I laid across it and pulled the afghan up to my chin. Mom sat in the chair and Jimmy hopped up into her lap as she pressed play on the remote. The bucket from up in my room was next to me on the floor, just in case. I was following the plot until about mid-movie, where I got bored and decided to text Carlisle.

Hey

Hey pretty lady whats up?

Watching Aladdin with mom and Jimmy…

Shouldnt you be in class?

Sick… I feel like crap

aw… sweatheart im sorry… hope you feel better soon *Kisses*

Yeah… what're you doing?

Sitting in class….

Alright pay attention… Im gonna take a nap…

Ok… I love you…

I love you too

I shut my phone and set it on the coffee table, cuddling down into the blanket before letting my eyes slip shut. My dreams were slightly sweeter than before, but not by much. I woke up and looked over at the cable box, it was about noon. I yawned and looked around as I saw Carlisle coming through the door.

"What're you-?"

"I come bearing soup," He said, holding up a thermos with a smile as he walked in, kicked off his shoes at the door and walked over to me.

"Awe, you're so sweet," I said as he sat down near where my head was resting on the arm of the couch.

"Made it myself," He said, kissing my forehead, "Mom used to make it for me when I was sick. That's why it took so long for me to get here – you're burning up."

"You didn't have to come," I said scooting up a little to a sitting position as Carlisle handed me the open container of soup and a spoon, "I look like crap, you're never going to want to touch me again."

"Now that's just a downright lie," said Carlisle, looking at me like he always did, "I would right now – if your mom wasn't just walking in…"

"Hi, Carlisle," Mom said, she was chuckling as the tips of Carlisle's ears turned pink and I started to suck down Carlisle's homemade soup, it was delicious.

"Hello Mrs. Swan," He said politely.

"Is it ok with you two if I take Jimmy to his friend's?" Mom asked and Carlisle and I shrugged, "You going to be here a while, Carlisle?"

"Yeah, it's fine," said Carlisle and I realized they were not so subtly arranging for my care, I wasn't that sick.

Carlisle watched me finish my soup, I told him he could watch TV, but he didn't. When I was done he took the thermos from me and set it on the coffee table. I shifted a little to make room for him on the couch, he slid right in and cuddled me affectionately. I loved it when he did that.

I very quickly rested my head on top of his shoulder, cuddling comfortably there with my Carlisle. I was glad he was there, no matter how much I had told him that he shouldn't have come. My eyes started to close as he gently stroked the side of my face, causing extreme waves of calm washed right through me. I fell right into one of the best dreams I had ever had ever had, and I knew that it was just out of the happiness Carlisle brought me.

I woke up slowly, and I knew it had only been an hour tops, but I felt well rested. I looked up at Carlisle through one eye, and was surprised to see that he was still awake. He was staring at the wall, with a depressing look on his face. I couldn't even describe it, I didn't know if it was sadness, anger, hurt, I just couldn't tell like I usually could. My eyes shot open and my heart sank as I looked at his face. Was he that depressed when he walked in? Had I missed something? Did he not want to be here? Did I do something wrong? Had he wanted to talk and I had just fallen asleep on him? He looked down at me and smiled. Was it forced? He kissed my forehead.

"I think your fever broke," He commented, and I just looked at him, he had switched and was smiling now, it was like night and day.

"What's wrong?" I asked and he let out a heavy sigh as I stood up and headed for the kitchen, but stopped in my tracks when I noticed something in the driveway, "Why do you have your bike? I thought you didn't usually get it back until spring."

"I went over and got it back Saturday night," He said as he walked over to meet me at the window and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why?"

"I'm just mad, Bella, nothing for you to worry your beautiful little head over," He said, kissing me sweetly.

"Mad at who, and why?" I asked and he just shook his head, "Are you mad at me for something?"

"Why would I go get my bike if I was mad at you?" He asked.

"I don't know, you needed to vent?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Bella, I don't think I could ever truly be mad at you," He said, pecking my nose with a small kiss.

"Please tell me?" I said and he looked at the ceiling.

"I don't want you to worry about it," He said and I just glared at him, "Bella, you're sick, I'll tell you when you're better. You don't need an extra thing to worry about."

"I'm already worried because you won't tell me," I said.

"Fine," he sighed, lifting me up and carrying me back to the couch.

He settled me into his lap so that I was comfortable and kissed the top of my head. I knew he was stalling as he kissed down my cheek.

"Carlisle," I hated interrupting him when he got like that, but I knew this was something that he needed to talk to someone about, "Honey…"

"Ok, so mom and Steve came to visit me Friday night when I got back to school," He said, and just by the simple fact that it started with Steve was an indication of something bad, "And they, very happily told me they're engaged. Like I'm supposed to be happy for them. The guy's always been trying to replace my dad, and now she's letting him."

"Oh, Carlisle," I said, knowing Carlisle was taking this as the highest insult to his father's memory.

"He proposed over Christmas, I had a feeling he would," Carlisle continued, "Which was why I needed to stay here, with you. I just can't believe she said yes, you know?"

"Yeah," I said, having no idea what to even say to him.

I had always taken having both parents still around for granted, even after I had met Carlisle. I really didn't know how I would react in Carlisle's situation, but I had to guess my response would be similar. No matter how much time passed, I would still miss dad, and I would still want mom to be alone. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I couldn't imagine moving on if something happened to Carlisle. I mean, I knew I wouldn't be weepy and everything forever, but really? Marry somebody else?

"Worst thing about it is he acts like dad wasn't a person," said Carlisle, "He acts like he's always been the one around and can't imagine why I hate him so much."

"Have you talked to your mom?" I asked, maybe she would side with him for a little to work things out.

"No, and I really don't want to," said Carlisle bitterly, "She thinks I just hate him because he's not dad. Which is obviously part of it, but it's more the way he acts. Like I'm his son too. Mom doesn't even have any pictures of dad up in the house because she thinks it'll upset Steve."

"What about Uncle Jack?" I asked, he was Marcus' brother surely he'd be able to help.

"Nah," said Carlisle, "I don't want to be the one to have to tell him that she's getting remarried."

"Yeah," I said, it was understandable, "I'm so sorry."

"I don't really want to talk about this anymore," He said politely and I nodded.

"Ok," I said, racking my brain to pick a subject to change to.

"You want something to drink?" He asked and I nodded.

"Tea?" I requested and he nodded as he shifted me onto the couch and kissed my forehead.

"Be right back."

I was back to sleep by the time Carlisle returned with my tea. He set it on the coffee table and tried not to wake me as he crawled up on the couch with me. He did, but only slightly, just enough for me to curl myself around him and fall back to sleep. His scent was heavenly, and it usually lulled me to sleep no matter if I was tired or not. He was my perfect guy, the one I always dreamt about and I loved him, no matter how damaged he was.

"You ok?" I asked him as my eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

"I'm fine," He said, but I knew he wasn't really, "You feeling better?"

"Much," I said leaning up and kissing him, making him smile.

"Good," He said as mom walked in.

"Bella sweetie, what do you want for dinner?" Mom asked as she walked into the room and I shrugged.

"Not really hungry," I replied and she nodded.

"Bella, you should something," Carlisle said worriedly and I rolled my eyes.

"Can we order in French Onion soup?" I asked and mom nodded.

"I'll go get it if you want," said Carlisle and she shook her head.

"No, you take care of Bella, I'll go get it," she said, "You want some too?"

"Can you pick me up a burger please?" He asked politely, "My wallet's in my jacket…"

"Nonsense, you're not paying for your own burger when you've been over here nursing Bella back to health all day," mom said and Carlisle rolled his eyes.

"I want to be here, take the money," said Carlisle, "I'd just be driving Emmett nuts worrying about her anyways."

"Nope," said Mom as she started for the door, "Jimmy's up in his room playing, I told him you two were home if he needed anything… Bella, Alice dropped off your school work if you're feeling up to it, be back in a few minutes."

"Are you feeling up to your homework?" Carlisle asked and I shook my head.

"I have study first period tomorrow," I said, leaning up and kissing his cheek, "I don't have you though. I'd rather just be here with you."

"Sounds good to me," said Carlisle, kissing my forehead as I rolled over and rested my head in the center of his chest, my legs tangling with his.

"I love you," I whispered as he leaned down and kissed me, "You're going to get sick."

"The reward out ways the risk," he said sweetly before leaning down and kissing me again.

"Hey!" said a loud voice from over in the corner and I pulled away from Carlisle as we both looked over at Charlie, "Kiddo, I thought you were supposed to be sick…"

"I am," I said, and Carlisle nodded as we repositioned ourselves into a more presentable position for dad, mom didn't care, but dad certainly did, "Carlisle just came down to help take care of me."

"That was nice of you, Carlisle," He noted and Carlisle nodded, he was sick of saying he wanted to.

"Wasn't it?" I said, looking at Carlisle beside me lovingly as I fixed a lock of his hair, that was enough to get dad to excuse himself from the room for a few minutes before mom got home.

"Dinner time!" She called setting the bag of takeout containers on the coffee table where Carlisle took my soup out and handed it to me with a kiss.