AN: Happy Labor Day!
I´m supposed to be at a BBQ, but no, I`m posting for you!
Trust me, I wouldn´t have it any other way!
Gave the DreamTeam the day off, so all errors are mine!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NUTHIN!
That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Forty-Five
EPOV
One of the things I loved about Carlisle was his ability to sit and listen objectively. He never interrupted, or interjected comments until he had the entire story. And, even then, he took a moment to chew things over before giving any advice.
This time, after I´d pretty much bared my soul, was no different.
"Damn, Son," Carlisle whistled. "You´ve got it bad. This girl´s got you by the balls."
"Tell me about it."
Rubbing his chin in contemplation, Carlisle mulled over my words. "For the sake of all fairness, Edward," Carlisle began, giving me a sympathetic look. "You didn´t make yourself clear. If you are going to set boundaries, they need to be clear. Bella´s a girl who´s accustomed to getting her way with you.
Over the years, the two of you have fallen into a very natural and easy friendship. In her eyes, you´re just Edward and she´s just Bella, she doesn´t know that her new, more mature body is driving you mad. Bella still thinks that you see her as the shy, clumsy girl you met in Chicago five years ago."
Well damn, when he put it like that...
Shit!
I was a fucking idiot!
"Here I was thinkingyou were on my side," I laughed without humor.
Seeing my brow furrow, Carlisle raised his hands as if in surrender. "I´m completely on your side, Son, but do you really think that by saying, `you´re getting too big to sleep with me´ set a definite boundary." My ears turned pink at the `duh´ look my father gave me.
"Well, I…"
"Well, you uh nothing," Carlisle cut me off mid-sentence. "You wanted to have your damn cake and eat it too. You thought by saying that, it would ease your conscience, but not really keep Bella out of your bed at night. Locking your door would have driven you point home, and made your intentions clear, but you chose not to. Nor did you tell her to leave."
What?
I sleep better when she´s there!
Fucking sue me!
"Damn," I grumbled in defeat. "I hate it when you´re right."
"Get over it, Son," Carlisle laughed, giving my arm a mock punch. "I´m always right that´s why I´m your father."
"Stroke your ego much, Old Man," I laughed, enjoying the carefree time I was getting to spend with my father. With me living in Chicago, and him living in Washington, those times were few and far between these days. "Seriously, Dad, thanks for always being there. It means a lot to have you and Es´s support on this."
"Well, Edward," Carlisle continued. "You will always have the support of your family. Esme and I are here for you, as well as, for Bella. Unfortunately, I didn´t have that, so at least you have that working in your favor." Furrowing my brow in confusion, I didn´t understand what Carlisle meant.
Like Es and me, he didn´t have any family.
Did he?
It was in that moment that I realized, I didn´t know.
I just assumed that he was an only child; who´d lost his parents before we met him since he never mentioned them. And, now that I think about it, no one but friends and extended family attended their wedding.
We were a close-knit family, but it had always just been the three of us. Well, in the immediate sense. Uncle Aro, Aunt Didi, and their children were still very much a part of our lives.
Looking up, I saw something that I hadn´t seen in my father´s eyes in a long time, not since we lost Charlotte...pain.
"Dad?" My voice was thick, but held so many questions.
i just love me some Carlisle! What about you guys...are you loving the
Carlisle time? Leave me some love! I´m off to get my BBQ on!
See you tonight!
Krazi
xoxo