A/N I think this will be one of my longest chapters, yet; I hope you like it. It's mainly just fluff, but at the end it begins to make sense.

Enjoy,

Song for this chapter,

White Demon Love Song – The Killers, Day N Night – Kid Cudi

A cool sensation below my ear woke me up from my wonderful dreams;

I groaned slightly when I opened my eyes because the first light stung. Before I could do anything I was coughing loudly, and trying to stop. I tried to breathe through my nose so I didn't have to taste the blood in my throat; but couldn't. When I didn't breathe through my throat or nose I began to choke and I struggled to breathe; it made me cough again.

I felt a cold hand on my neck that instantly soothed the pain. I opened my eyes and saw Carlisle looking worried above me. He kissed my cheek and lied back down next to me. Pulling me into his embrace; his hand was still on my neck. It was only seconds later that I fell asleep again.

The next time I woke up, someone was banging on my door and Carlisle's hand was gone. I sighed but my next coughing fit started. I looked up when my door opened; one of Charlie's friends came in. His rushed expression gone and replaced by worry;

I sat up in bed heaving for breath; my hand placed over my throat. Charlie's friend came in unsure of what to do. When the coughing stopped I politely asked him for a glass of water. He came back only a minute later, I gulped down the water ignoring the slight discomfort it brought.

Later when I started coughing again, he went to the receiver and called one of the emergency numbers that was listed by the phone. I wandered down the stairs clutching my throat; I tried to listen to who he was talking to but quickly gave up when all I heard was murmuring. I lied down on the couch and closed my eyes until he came back.

"It looks like you won't be going to school." He frowned as he said this; I nodded. "I called someone to come watch you because I have to go to work. I promised your dad that I would just check on you in the mornings." To this I nodded again, too afraid to talk. "I should be leaving, if you have any troubles; call me."

He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and quickly ran out the door. I watched him silently as he left. The door slamming as he waved goodbye in a rush.

I restlessly waited to let in whoever was coming. I was still slightly disappointed Carlisle hadn't stayed, I already missed him. I stared up at the ceiling; not realizing my eyes were beginning to droop. I jumped when the door bell rang loudly. I was stiff as I got up; as if I hadn't slept in a few days. I kept my eyes on the floor as I opened the door; I was falling asleep and wanted to get back to my bedroom.

"Bella," A honey voice said. I looked up and gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry you don't feel well," Carlisle said. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside; I was going to take him to my bedroom but I was too tired to climb the stairs. I led him to the living room, instead. I pushed down on his shoulders; he got the idea and sat down. He lied and motioned for me to do the same; I was lying with my back to his chest.

I pulled his left hand to my throat and with the other one he ran his fingers through my hair. I kept my eyes open; resisting the exhaustion slowly creeping in on me. When I had willed myself to stay awake for half an hour; Carlisle sighed behind me and his hand slowly stopped its rhythmic motion.

"If you're not going to go to sleep I'm going to have to give you flu medicine." He told me seriously. I shuddered at him mentioning it and closed my eyes. It didn't take me very long to succumb to the darkness.

"Bella, it's time to wake up."

I opened my eyes; had I not just fallen asleep? It felt like it; I thought as I turned over to face Carlisle. I smiled because I already forgot he was here. I was used to nobody being there. He smiled back at me and kissed my forehead.

"What time is it?" I grumbled, wanting to go back to sleep. My throat still felt as raw as before but at least I wasn't coughing. He chuckled and reached down to pull his phone from his pocket.

"5:28 is what my clock says; I thought you might be hungry for dinner." I nodded and he gently propped us both up; I leaned into him still exhausted. "You can sleep until it's ready." Thank goodness, I felt too weak to even lift myself off of the couch; let alone cook something. He gently placed me back onto the couch and kissed my forehead before he left to the kitchen. I sighed as he left the room and stared at the ceiling; unfocused until I heard Carlisle humming in the other room. It was a beautiful tune that could easily be a classical masterpiece.

The song abruptly stopped, "Bella?" He asked as he rounded the corner; leaning against the doorframe coming from the kitchen into the family room. I looked up at him meekly, and smiled as I saw the adoring look on his face. I tried to answer and accomplished the first syllable, but my throat hurt too much to finish.

He chuckled as he sauntered to my place on the couch. "I didn't know what to make you, so I went with what was traditional; chicken noodle soup." He wiped some of the hair away from my face and gently pulled me up. I was a little soar as I tried to walk, but that was just from sleeping. My joints creaked as I stretched, slowly walking towards the kitchen.

The delicious smell of chicken broth was intoxicating as I took my seat at the small, round table. Carlisle pulled my seat out for me before he sat down himself. He sat patiently as he waited for me to eat, staring at me; although I didn't find it uncomfortable. When I got done he was too deep in thought so I cleaned my dishes myself. When I turned around from the sink he was standing right behind me; wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned against him and he rested his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling the side of my face.

I turned around and leaned into his chest. He put a finger under my chin and tilted my face upwards, searching my face, scrutinizing. He slowly leaned forward and kissed me softly. It wasn't long until the kiss became more passionate; I moaned against his lips and he pulled me tighter against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he propped me up onto the sink so I was sitting on the counter. His hand travelled up my thigh and under my shirt, tracing circles over my skin. I quickly moved my hands down to unbutton his shirt and slip it over his head. His muscles more prominent without his shirt, they looked as if sculpted by a famous artist.

The phone rang, suddenly. We looked down at what we were doing and we quickly pulled apart. Carlisle was on the other side of the room, breathing heavily; as if he were hyperventilating. I grabbed the phone quickly, watching him as I did.

"Hello, Swan residence," I said absentmindedly as I twisted the cord around my finger.

"Bella, it's Jacob," I sighed impatiently, willing him to continue. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?" It made me angry that he thought Carlisle would hurt me. I mumbled quietly under my breath.

"No, Jacob, no he did not." I hung up and started coughing violently; Carlisle came over and I could feel his stone arms wrap around my waist comfortingly. He whispered nothings in my ear and it seemed to be calming me down.

"How are you feeling, darling?" I shook my head, afraid to talk. I felt him sigh against my hair and I leaned further into his bare chest. He stroked the side of my face and rested his cheek on the top of my head. "I'm sorry." I turned and looked at him curiously, "That you're sick, that... that happened." He sighed again.

I tried talking again, "Why?" I asked him, he grimaced and didn't respond. Was he regretting kissing me, I didn't think I could handle it if he did. He cupped the side of my face and kissed me softly.

"That I took advantage of you, I shouldn't have done that." I shook my head and pulled away from him; looking to the floor. He tried to get me to look at him but I wouldn't; I was hurting him by ignoring him. He gave up and picked me up off of the floor; carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom. I hid my face against his chest and he wiped a strand of hair from my face.

He set me on my bed and went to the window. I watched him as he opened the window. "You need to sleep, my Bella." And with that he was gone; I wanted to call after him, tell him to come back. But I didn't, I knew he needed time to think, just as I did; and he also knew that.

I never fell asleep that night; I couldn't help but think about Carlisle. Where was he? Was he okay? What was he thinking about? Did he regret him and... Me?

I was startled to find that it was five in the morning and that Charlie's friend was already knocking on my door. I pulled myself from my bed slowly and went to open the door for him. He took one look at me and sighed.

"I don't think you're going to school, again." I grimaced; I knew it too but I didn't want to admit it. The longer I was gone the crazier the rumors got about what I was doing with Carlisle. I nodded once and went to lie back in bed. He stared at me for a second and then left to call a babysitter for me, again. Was he going to call Carlisle?

My question was answered when there was a tapping noise on my window. I jumped from the sudden noise and opened the window for him. When he saw me his honey eyes softened and he cupped my chin; kissing me softly. When he pulled away he hugged me to his chest. I breathed in his scent, never wanting him to let me go.

He took my hand and led me to my bed. I lied down and he sat next to me. "I'm sorry I left so suddenly last night." He looked down at his lap.

"You apologize too much," He looked at me, surprised to hear me talking. It hurt my throat too, but not as much as yesterday. Sighing, I snuggled up to him and mumbled into his shirt. "You didn't take advantage of me, I wanted it, too." He sighed and wiped some of the hair from my face.

"Bella," He made me look at him. "I'm not sorry I kissed you, I don't regret it. I just wish it could have happened differently." He kissed my forehead. "I love you, Bella."

"I love you too, Carlisle."

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-Carlisle Cullen 1645