AN: Hello ppl! Happy Tuesday! Your reviews continue to crap me up, especially, your own personal stories of "the dreaded Talk"! Thanks for all the love, and support!

Okay...Let´s go find out what secrets Carlisle has been keeping.

Refresher: Bella is 16 and Edward´s 26. It´s late May, so everybody had birthdays coming.

Also, Carlisle and Esme are Bella´s guardians and she lives with them. Edward lives in Chicago.

DreamTeam is still chillin, so be NICE!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NUTHIN, BUT A TWILIGHT `EDWARD CULLEN´LUNCHBOX!

That´s What Little Girls Are Made of...

Chapter Forty-Seven

EPOV

I was in complete shock at what my father was saying.

All these years, and I had no clue who he really was, nor where he came from.

And, the saddest part of it all, I´d never taken the time to find out either.

How could I be so selfish?

"Dad, I-I-I didn´t know," was the most intelligent thing I could come up with.

"Edward," Carlisle sighed tiredly. "It´s not your fault son, I never mentioned them to you." Running a hand through his hair, Carlisle looked to have aged several years in the last few minutes. He may not have been my biological father, but our mannerisms were quite the same.

Taking a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, Carlisle told me his story. "My family lives in Alaska. Well, my father, Eleazar, and my two sisters, Maggie and Supulcia at least. My mother passed away the year I left for medical school. Without her as a buffer between me and my father, I knew I had to find a way to get out from under Eleazar´s clutches." When he paused, seemingly to gather his thoughts, I gave him the time he needed, even though my tongue was burning with unasked questions.

Detached, as if telling the life story of a complete stranger, Carlisle told me about his family.

"It was a fight, but after finishing undergrad, I finally convinced my father to let me attend med school in Chicago. Unlike most young men my age, my life was completely mapped out for me. I was to attend college and med school, graduate with honors, return home and work in the town´s only hospital while getting my private practice off the ground, marry my father´s oldest friend´s daughter, Tanya Denali, have three or four kids, and live happily-ever-after." Carlisle chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, "In that order."

My mouth opened and closed, but nothing seemed to come out.

This was fucking news to me!

Big news!

I wondered if Es knew about this.

As if reading my mind, Carlisle answered my unspoken question. "Of course she does, Edward. Esme and I have no secrets. We just thought it best not to involve you, that´s all. Anyway, my father agreed to let me leave on contingent that I would return. But, med school turned into residency, and residency turned into a full-time job.

Soon, I was too busy to go home for visits, and eventually, I just stopped answering my father´s calls. Something, I didn't know what at the time, was keeping me in Chicago. I couldn´t explain it; I just felt this inexplicable pull. There was a reason that I was there, in Chicago.

My heart kept telling me that she was there.

The one!

The missing piece to my puzzle, the woman I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.

I could never love Tanya, the way that I would love her, but I just needed to find her and keep my father at bay until I did.

Then, and only then, would I be able to show him that he was wrong, lucky for me, you and Esme showed up when you did.

I was beginning to run out of excuses, and my father was threatening to come and drag me back to Alaska, kicking and screaming when you and your broken arm brought Es and me together.

Initially, I couldn´t fathom being in love with a nineteen-year-old girl, who´d taken on the responsibility of raising her younger brother, but, the more time I spent with the two of you, the more I fell in love.

With both of you!

In hindsight, he eight year age gap between us didn´t seem so important when I witnessed her caring for you, or looked into her beautiful green eyes.

I´ve always felt like they were the windows to her soul.

Well, my father eventually made good on his promise. The day Esme and were to be married, Eleazar showed up at the church. By this time, I´d already taken over my trust fund, so his snarled threats of cutting me off meant nothing to me. With or without his money, I was hell-bent on marrying the woman of my dreams, and making you my son.

After a string of curses, a declaration that I was dead to him and he no longer had a son, Eleazar walked out of my life never to be seen or heard from again. That was sixteen years ago, and Son, not one day have I regretted my decision."

So, what do you guys think of Carlisle´s story? Stay with me, there´s a method to my madness!

Sorry, but this will be it for tonight. I promise to give three or more tomorrow!

Krazi

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