Chapter Info

Title: It's My Birthday I Can Beg If I Want To

Number: 23/34

Warnings: Angst, brief intense language, slight sexual content

Author's Note: Okay, so I decided something. As you probably saw above, it now says twenty-three out of thirty-four chapters as opposed to thirty-six. There are two chapters—chapters twenty-five and chapters thirty-one—that are both just smut. I've decided now that they don't go well with the rest of the story and how it works out. SO because of that, I will be posting those chapters ONLY on Archive Of Our Own within the story and not here on FanFiction. My username on there is Aly_Winchester so if you are interested in reading those, you can view them on there. And as you could see from the warnings, there is some slight sexual content in this chapter. That is, as always, marked with .x.x.x.x. both before and after it so you're welcome to skip it if you want as it's not a plot defining moment. Thanks for reading! I would love to hear your reviews, thoughts, comments, and questions on this story!

Guest: Thank you. :) I did look through and I had one that I changed at one point, so I made sure that it was edited correctly. Thank you for letting me know! And thanks for reading and commenting!

caleb's babe: Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it! Thanks for reading and commenting!

AHealingRenaissance: Yeah, thanks to you, I was able to PM some of those that commented on the previous chapter since I didn't know there was an issue. Dx So thank you for that! I think it's something with the site in general and not just you because it happened with my other story as well. I even signed out and back in thinking it was me, but it still happens do I'm not sure. ANYWAY. Honestly I don't have a good response for Jasper siding with Edward and Rosalie because, now that I look back at it, he probably is more likely to side with Alice than anyone. When I very first wrote the first draft, Esme was still there with Garrett and I had the sides all even kind of to show there was an impasse. But then I took Esme and Garrett out, and I just didn't change anybody else, but I should've at least with Jasper. So honestly I wouldn't worry about him too much. Rosalie doesn't want to take away her choices, like you said of having a child, but she doesn't know Abigail can't have them anyway. Edward, of course we know his whole "we're all damned" view. I'm so glad you like this story! And of course, I love reading your reviews, they're one of my favorite parts about updating. xD And I can say that history will NOT repeat itself in this instance. But I think it'll be a bit of a surprise as to what happens. At least I hope so. Thanks for reading and commenting!

YourAlphaWolf: Aw, well thank you! I'm glad to help you through that time! I remember well how frustrating that time could be, so I'm glad this story helped. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Goldielover: I definitely agree and I know Carlisle does as well. :) I hope this answers some questions about Brett as it shows his true colors. Thanks for reading and commenting!

-Abigail-

Abigail was almost afraid at what would be waiting for her at home—home is back with Beth, she told herself, but I wish it was here—once she and Carlisle left work. As he promised, he waited for her in the lounge to finish up and then helped her with her coat and purse, and led her out into the hallway.

"Promise me she won't do anything too over the top," she mumbled as she buttoned her coat and then reached for his hand.

He chuckled. "You know I can't do that, love."

She mumbled curses under her breath about "insolent child" and he simply smirked at her in amusement as they headed for his Mercedes. It was colder out than that morning and she paused outside the car to dig her gloves from her bag when she heard her name.

A low growl left Carlisle's throat as apparently he caught in to who the voice belonged to before she did as she had to spin around to see. Brett Jones came jogging for them, his smile friendly even though his eyes flashed coldly as he looked between Abigail and Carlisle's obvious affection. She pulled on the gloves and immediately her stomach knotted in distaste and she reached over to clutch Carlisle's hand for both their sakes, knowing as soon as Dr. Jones was gone, she would have her fingers buried in Carlisle's hair.

"Dr. Jones," she said smoothly, professionally. She had managed to avoid him all day and work only with the other ER doctor, and older woman named Dr. Eve, but apparently he was just waiting to accost her in the parking lot.

"Haven't seen you all day, kid, where've you been?" He stopped in front of her, not even looking at Carlisle as he grinned down at her. She shifted uncomfortably, realizing at the last moment that she had shifted slightly behind Carlisle. Her stomach twisted again as she prayed he didn't try and touch her, she would probably get sick again.

"Around," she answered simply.

He nodded, not seeming to get the hint. "Feeling better? Mackenzie told me you were off in medical leave." Only then did his eyes flash to Carlisle, but came back quickly as fear sparkled them. She had a feeling she knew what he had seen in Carlisle's eyes.

"I'm fine. Thanks to Carlisle here." She took another much needed step closer to him and her other hand also touched his arm. "My own personal knight in shining armor." She smiled up at him adoringly and his eyes grew softer as he glanced at her, but she knew they hardened back up into a predatory gaze once she looked away.

Dr. Jones's eyes narrowed a bit and he paused, seeming to think something through, before giving a nod. "Good thing Cullen was there." His words were forced, and she hated the way he spat out Carlisle's last name.

"Very," she insisted. "I'm sorry, we have to get going. It's my birthday and we have a party waiting for us."

Dr. Jones's eyes lit up. "Wow, no way. Happy Birthday, Abs!" He moved into hug her, her breath caught and she nearly vomited right then, but that's when Carlisle stepped in.

"Goodnight, Dr. Jones," he said stiffly and tugged Abigail backwards and helped her into the car. Dr. Jones said nothing as Carlisle stalked around to his side and climbed in. But she could see the other doctor's eyes had changed, hard and cold as he stared at them. He continued to stare even as Carlisle quickly turned the car on, and squealed out of the parking lot.

.x.x.x.x.

-Brett-

Bitch! Think she can lead me on like that? his mind roared as he turned and stomped back to his own car, an old shabby black Oldsmobile Cutlass. It rocked as he got in and sputtered to a start, the motions and sounds making him seethe as he slammed on the pedal and barely jolted forward. He knew he had been getting somewhere with her, just like when he had been headed straight for chief of the ER. But then Cullen showed up and fucked everything up, taking his job and his self respect. Now he's taken Brett's girl, and every bit of control he had went out the window.

Gold digging whore, he spat. If Cullen didn't have the money or the body or the car, she'd be all over me. I'm perfect for her. She'd be my little bitch just like she was meant to be.

He gritted his teeth as he turned down a street and sat outside her house like he always did, car hidden by the trees.

She'll pay. They both will. She'll fucking be mine.

.x.x.x.x.

-Abigail-

Carlisle took her home to change and he was silent the whole way there, fingers tense and denting the steering wheel. She didn't know what to say as her stomach was rolling, trying to push passed what happened, but finding it difficult. Of course her hand was in Carlisle's hair, but for once it didn't seem to be working, though she didn't pull away. Even if he was upset at her—especially if he was upset at her—she would never deny her mate the comfort.

Once they pulled up out front, he cut the engine and stayed where he was. She bit her lip, frowning. He's really mad, she thought sadly.

"Should I go in by myself? Or... Or have Alice cancel the party?" Her voice was small and meek and she watched him wince, shake his head, and then quickly reach over to drag her over the console in between them to place her on his lap. He started nuzzling her and it did a better job of calming her down than her hair stroking did him.

"I'm sorry I got upset," he murmured into her skin and she frowned.

"Why're you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. I...I had avoided him all day. I thought he would've gotten the picture." She bit her lip. "Maybe I should've come out and said it. I should be apologizing."

He shook his head. "It's not your fault. He should know better than to act like that. And it's not your fault you're so beautiful." She went red and couldn't help but smile softly.

"I suppose I should be grateful that none of the nurses try and touch you. I don't want to explain to Charlie why he's arresting me for assault." He chuckled. "'Sorry, Charlie, but this bitch put a finger on my soulmate's arm and I had to take her out.'"

Carlisle laughed louder and she could feel that paired with the the fingers in his hair, his body relaxed. "God, I love you," he breathed, his voice full of awe and reverence and her heart sang.

"I love you, too, Carlisle."

He kissed her gently and then slid her to the other side so she didn't get hurt or dropped by trying to climb backwards out of his side. However, he did round the car quickly to help her out and together they went inside.

She made him wait in the bedroom as she grinned, grabbed what she needed, and headed for the bathroom. She showered first and shaved everywhere she could. Deep down she was still hoping for birthdays sex even though she knew it would never happen. But a girl can dream, she thought.

After she got out, she dried quickly and pulled on some lacy panties, but no bra as the dress she managed to sneak passed Carlisle's curious eyes had spaghetti straps and a deeper plunging neckline so a bra wouldn't work. She set to work plucking her eyebrows, putting in some light makeup and lipgloss, and rubbing lotion on her newly shaved parts. After that she turned on her hair dryer and dried it before she curled it and put in a small bit of spray to keep it, but it wasn't enough for the crunchy/wet look, which just didn't suit her style. After that was done and she pulled back some strands and clipped them—her go-to "fancy" hair—before she pulled out the dress.

A deeper rose red, it was cut to just the top of her breasts, but didn't show even any cleavage so she knew Carlisle would like it. It was held up by spaghetti straps, and it was tight to her waist with a floral design in the same color as the rest of the dress, and it flowed out from there to her mid-thigh. She wanted the complete look to show him so she had even brought her shoes, some strappy deep red numbers the same color as the dress and gave her about four inches. She would be taking her regular purse as she knew she wasn't leaving that night, and it was large so she could throw her scrubs in for the next day.

Taking a deep breath and hoping he liked it, her heels clicked a couple times as she exited the bathroom and then muted on the carpet of the hallway. Carlisle was exactly where she left him, and his eyes lifted immediately, and she was sure she watched the first vampire heart attack in history as his eyes went pure black in an instant, and his breath stuttered to a stop. She knew if his heart were beating, that would've stopped, too.

She grinned and turned in a small, quick circle so the skirt fluttered around her and then swished back in place against her thighs. "How do I look?" she wondered, though she was sure she already knew the answer to that question.

Slowly he got up, her own breath stuttering out of her and her heart picking up a quick rhythm. He prowled to her, eyes full of hunger and lust as he slowly circled around her, even though she already spun so he could see all of it. And he was a vampire, he didn't miss it. Once he took his complete turn, not missing one inch of her body—and after she began to tremble under his critical gaze—he stopped in front of her with his burning eyes staring down into hers.

Then he growled, a sound that went straight to her lower belly and she gasped softly, allowing him to yank her towards him. She stumbled only slightly in her heels, but of course he caught her—as he always would—and pulled her off her feet. She was still much shorter even in her heels so she was thrilled that she was closer. She felt so powerless there in his tight embrace and she absolutely loved it. She loved feeling his powerful muscles under her fingertips, loved the way she felt every inch of his hard body against her softer one, loved the way she could see the hunger heat up his usually topaz eyes to a deep black. She decided she loved the way his eyes changed when aroused by her almost as much as she loved his growls.

"There are no words to describe," he snarled out through a mouth of venom, "how utterly delectable you are right now." Her breath quickened again, heart stopping and he growled as the scent of her arousal hit him. Oh she wanted to beg him if course, her body singing with the need for him to take her. But she had promised him that she understood and she did, so she forced herself not to let those words free.

"Carlisle," she whispered. Apparently his name was the key to releasing his beast because he growled again, backing her up and she squeaked as her back hit the wall, and he was kissing her then. It was hotter, rougher than any kiss they had shared until then. Well, at least in this life, she remembered some kisses that lead to walls crumbling down in her vampire years.

.x.x.x.x.

She whimpered and he snarled into her mouth, pressing against her harder, and she took the initiative to wrap her legs around his waist. He groaned and she smiled against his lips, realizing that his tongue invaded her mouth before she even knew it as it was tasting every inch of her. She was trembling, her body begging even if her mouth didn't, and she whimpered as he began to rub against her in a primal, possessive way that she wasn't sure was actually about sex and more about making sure she carried his scent. That was always one of her favorite parts about being his, proudly strutting around covered in his scent.

But as usual, all too soon, it ended and he was pulling back with ragged gasps that matched her own. Her fingers were fisted in his hair and she didn't let go even as he leaned his forehead against her shoulder.

"You are a dangerous creature, Abigail Goodwin." My name is Abigail Cullen, her mind screamed, but she wisely stayed silent. "You make a man want to lose control and take you."

Her breath hitched and she leaned down to nip his ear, unable to stop herself from saying, "Maybe that was my evil plan all along. Seduce you until you take my virginity again. Think of how tight I am." He let out a not-so-gentle roar then and his hips jerked and she smiled. She was glad Beth was gone; he wasn't the only one possessive over his mate's noises.

"You're killing me," he groaned through clenched teeth.

"I know I said I understand, and I do. I'm sorry if I'm pushing. But you don't know how badly I want you."

His eyes came up, pained resolution and hunger warred to be the dominant emotion. She knew then he wouldn't be taking her that night. "I do," he growled quietly, and between his hardness pressed between them and the sweet scent of her arousal even she could smell at that point, she believed him.

"You should let me down then before I beg for birthday sex." As she had done every February fourteenth since 1776.

.x.x.x.x.

He looked pained, like he was being asked to rip off his own limbs as he carefully set her on her feet, holding her steady as her heels made her wobbly knees even worse. Once she got her shaking under control, she realized next would be her arousal as she truly didn't want to hear it from the rest of their family if she came home smelling like a horny teenager. It didn't help her panties were soaked and she held up a finger, went into her closet to grab her scrubs and quickly changed into a fresh pair before he could question it, and then came out with her clothes for tomorrow. At her dresser she spritzed on some of her favorite perfume and took a deep breath.

It seemed he wasn't completely better yet because his body was rigid, jaw clenched and tense even as he delicately helped her into her coat and toss her purse over her shoulder. He took her hand as they went downstairs and back out to the car. But at her door she paused, looking behind Carlisle with a frown.

She didn't know why, but it felt like they were being watched, the hair on her arms standing up. It only took a second for Carlisle to realize his mate's discomfort and he whipped around, body poised protectively in front of hers.

"What's wrong?" he demanded and slowly she shook her head. She saw nothing and figured she as being silly so she reached for his hair, feeling him relax. He turned and nuzzled her so she would do the same.

"Weird feeling. It's okay, I'm probably being paranoid." She smiled softly, though she wasn't totally convinced even as they pulled from the driveway. They were gone a couple miles down the road when the Oldsmobile Cutlass turned on and crept from the trees, heading in the opposite direction.

Author's Note: Don't forget to take a look at Polyvore for my username alysalvatore! Her birthday outfit is on there that you can take a look at. :) Thanks for reading and comments are love!