Bella, Carlisle (in Carlisle's study looking at books, trying to find herself something intelligent to read. -impossible, Carl's books are all of the picture book varitey.- She settle on 'Everybody Poops' and is about to leave when...)
Carlisle?
Yes?
Can I call you 'Daddy'?
What?
Don't play dumb. We're vampires, remember? We're amazingly brilliant and generally too show-off-ish for our own good. That's why the werewolves hate us.
Bella, you already have a father. Well, actually, you have two fathers. And three, if you count Billy.
Why would want I count Billy?
Who wouldn't want to count Billy? He's absolutely gorgeous!!
Good point.
So you see, Bella, there is no need for me to be a father figure to you.
But..but...are you saying you don't WANT me? -sobs-
No, Bella! I never said that! I didn't even imply that! Or infer that. Or suggest that. Or impose that. Or connotate that. Or annotate that. Or procrastinate that. Or procreate that. Or masterbate tha-
Too far.
Sorry.
