As I drew nearer to Carlisle's office, I couldn't help but feel as though I was on death row, my predetermined death induced by the deep, harbored resentment he surely felt towards me. Evidently I found the pattern engraved in the wood flooring, Carlisle noticing such evasive behavior as well.
"Isabella," Carlisle began to pace the length of his office, his tone lacking the usual tender emotion it held when he spoke to me, "would you care to explain your rationale behind the absurd idea that I could possible stop loving you?" My throat tightened as I searched within for the right words, but none coming to mind in order for me to form any superb coherent sentences worthy enough for him.
"I didn't think, Carlisle, I'm so sorry-" he lifted a finger and gently placed it to my lips, silencing the unintelligent rant that surely would have ensued.
"It's not so much you coming to such an irrational conclusion, it's the principle, Bella. You know I love you, I can't live without you, but what hurt the most was that you had the nerve to insinuate that I'd want to commit murder by ending the life of our unborn child. Have you ever thought that maybe, just for a second, that this news would not drive me away, that I could perhaps be absolutely elated at the idea of you having my child?" Carlisle took my hands in his cool ones, encompassing them as he has countless times before.
"I have walked this ever changing earth for centuries, and I've just now be graced with my personal angel, one who further blesses me with a child I know will bring us happiness beyond our wildest imagination." Just as a harpist would his beloved harp, Carlisle expertly played the strings of my heart, knowing just the right thing to say in any given moment.
"Let me get this straight, you're not distraught about us having a baby?" his stifled laughter and seductive smile was all the encouragement I could ever need.
"I can't wait for the arrival of our child, but I would like to address a different matter of great significance." Carlisle went down on one knee and pulled out a black velvet box. When the contents of the box were revealed, I swear my heart stopped for a while. Nestled in royal blue velvet was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen, the excessively large diamond emitting rays of light when angled just right towards the window.
Before he could utter a single word, Alice more or less ripped the hinges off the door, absolutely decimating the once sensual mood. But what disturbed me most was her attire. She donned what was presumably a male bath robe, her hair tousled in ways I didn't think humanly possible. "Say yes! For the love of god, say yes!" the maniacal look her eyes caused me to wince internally, but had yet to phase Carlisle.
Shooting a quick glare in Alice's general direction, he cleared his throat and began where he left off, having been so insolently interrupted. "Isabella Marie Swan, you represent all that is good and pure in my life. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
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