(A/N: Okay, so here's chapter three! Finally! Remember R&R please!)

Everyone was finally okay with me now. Alice seemed very relieved that she could dress me up again. As soon as we made up, she pulled me to my closet. "You NEED to learn how to use it!" she exclaimed.

Once she was done explaining, we went downstairs. Charlie and Renesmee were over. Renesmee ran to greet me right away. Charlie turned and said hello and I smiled.

"Charlie came over for dinner," Carlisle informed me. "Georgie, since you're so spectacular at cooking, why don't you help me?" he asked. I nodded and off we went to the kitchen. I could hear Emmett and Charlie cheering; they must be watching football.

"What are we making?" I asked.

"Pasta," Carlisle replied, coming over to me with a spoon. He handed it to me and I grabbed it, but he didn't let go, leaving our hands entwined.

"What kind?" I asked.

"Fettuccini Alfredo," he replied. If only I could eat human food. Fettuccini Alfredo was my favorite food ever in the world, and I couldn't eat it because all I ever wanted to eat or drink was blood. That sucks. "I'm going to make the sauce, you can cook the pasta." He said, letting go of the spoon. My legs felt like Jell-o again, just because of one touch. God, I was in love with him.

"You can make it without even looking at the recipe?" I asked, watching him start on the sauce. I was astonished.

"When you've got as much time on your hands as I do, you pick up a few things." He said.

"Damn you and your perfect-ness." I said. He laughed and went back to the sauce. It actually smelled really good, which is weird because I was a vampire, and hated human food. But I guess Carlisle's cooking is just too hard to refuse.

Once dinner was ready, we all ate. Everyone didn't seem to be enjoying their meal, with the exception of Charlie. It didn't taste that bad, but I really wanted blood. My stomach actually started growling. It was so loud, Emmett burst out laughing.

When dinner ended, we moved to the family room to watch TV. Thankfully, Charlie was too focused on the game to notice Dr. Cullen and his seventeen-year-old patient cuddling on the couch. I loved being close to Carlisle, it was just like being in heaven.

Finally, Charlie left. Renesmee stayed and went hunting with Carlisle and me.

"Carlisle," I said while watching Renesmee hunt. "What are people going to think about us?" I asked. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

"They are going to be," he paused, searching for the right way to say what he was about to. "A little disgusted, maybe?" I closed my eyes, it was so annoying that people could be so freaking judgmental.

"Age shouldn't matter when it comes to love," I said softly.

"I know, but in society it does. It didn't back in the sixteenth century, but girls were married off at age fourteen to men who were older than their grandfathers," he said.

"Were you ever engaged to be married?" I asked.

"No, I was not. I was in love with someone though. Her name was Christine. She was lovely, but once I changed, I had to tell her to leave me alone and never come looking for me again. I think she was afraid, because I sounded absolutely crazy when I said it. It was so hard for me," he said. I kissed his cheek and hugged him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. He smiled and turned to me.

"It's alright. I have many regrets, but that doesn't affect how I am living my life," he said. He took my hand and kissed it. "And if I hadn't been turned, and hadn't left her, I would have never met you. I adore you, Georgiana." He said. I felt my unbeating heart melt with love.

(A/N: Short chapter, I know. I'm sorry. The next one will be longer I promise! R&R, por favor!!)