Okay, I know a lot of you are confused about the "I love you."
Carlisle thought that she was asleep! He didn't know that she was still mildly awake, and Bella isn't sure he really said it.

Chapter Four

I woke up to the light streaming in my window from the east. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was about eleven thirty. I had slept too long, and I was stiff.

I turned over and slammed right into rock. I opened my eyes, and found that I was face-to-chest with Carlisle.

Awkward.

I quickly scooched away, and almost fell off of the bed.

I saved myself by grabbing Carlisle's shirt.

Probably not the smartest thing I have ever done. Carlisle wasn't expecting me to do that, I assume, because he nearly went down with me.

I hit the floor with a loud "Oof!", and then Carlisle's face appeared inches above mine.

"Are you alright?"

His breath fanned into my face, and I became dizzy. It has been a long time since I've had to deal with that.

"Bella?" he asked, worried that I wasn't answering.

"Just um, help me up." I raised one arm, and he pulled me back upright. I nearly fell over again, because I was still lightheaded.

"Are you surethat you are okay, Bella?" Carlisle asked, removing his hand from my waist.

"Sure, sure...Can I have a human moment?" It has been a long time since I have used that phrase. Too long.

"Be my guest."

I grabbed my bag of toiletries and headed off to the bathroom.

After I had brushed my teeth and taken a shower, I threw my hair up into a ponytail, because my hair was an untameable mess.

When I stepped into my room, Carlisle was sitting on the bed, reading Wuthering Heights.

He looked up and smiled.

"What would you like to do today?" he asked.

"I need to go grocery shopping. Almost all we have is fish, and I don't think that I can eat any more of it," I told him, smiling. This smile didn't seem forced, like when I was with Jessica.

"Then grocery shopping it is."

An hour later, we were at the market, and I was filling the cart with stuff that I could use leftovers with, so that I could put off having fish for as long as possible. (A/N: I have no freaking idea where they buy their food. It never said...So, don't blame me!)

Carlisle looked skeptically into the cart. "Isn't that quite a lot of food for two people?"

"Well, considering you have to "eat" sometime, no, it isn't. You are a house guest, so we need more food than nessicary. And, I want to put off the task of eating fish for as long as I can," I told him.

He gave a smile, showing off his perfect white teeth. I smiled back.

We were getting a lot of stares. All of a sudden, Doctor Carlisle Cullen is back, and he is grocery shopping with none other than Isabella Swan. It was probably a very strange picture.

I tried to pay for half of the groceries, but Carlisle wouldn't let me. He said that he could cover it, and that it didn't matter. That was probably where Edward got it from.

I stopped in surprise when it was a mild pang, and not enough for me to start to hyperventilate.

Carlisle turned to me when I stopped putting the bags in the trunk of the Mercedes.

"Bella?"

I turned to look at him, and smiled. It wasn't a fake smile, either. "I'm fine," I reassured him.

"I'll finish putting these in the trunk," he said, smiling back.

I climbed into the front seat, and buckled up.

Carlisle was in the car in a flash, having used his vampire speed.

As we left, I lay my head back on the head rest, and closed my eyes.

If I had thought about him, and not had to wrap my arms around myself, did that mean that I was getting better? That I was finally getting over him? If I was getting better, what had made me better?

I turned to look at Carlisle, who was actually staring out the windshield, paying attention to the road, unlike the other vampire I knew.

He turned to look at me, and gave a brief smile, and turned his attention back to the road.

It was around three when we got back. I would need to start dinner soon.

After all of the groceries were out away, which had caused minor injuries, Carlisle and I were doing something I had never thought that I would do with him.

We were playing Uno, and I was winning.

I put down three skip turns, four reverses, and then I put down my blue eight. I had just deposited half of my cards.

Carlisle was staring at the pile incredulously. He had about twenty cards, and now I had five left. He sighed, and drew.

He pulled about five more cards when he finally got a blue one. Apparently he didn't have an eight.

He put down a blue skip, then three more in red, yellow, and green, and then five skips, and a +2 card. He had just put down ten cards, and was making me get two more.

I made a little, "Hmph," sound, and drew two.

Oh, he was in for it now.

I lay down the +4 color change card.

"Red," I said triumphantly.

"Damn," he muttered, and I giggled.

He drew four, and the smiled wickedly.

He lay down a +4 color change.

"Green."

He was evil. Very evil. In every game of Uno that I have ever played, green always loved me, but in this one, green cards were avoiding me.

I pouted, and drew ten cards until I got a damned green one.

He put down a skip, a reverse, and a six.

Bad move.

I put down my red six, and his smile faded, but mine returned.

He drew three cards, and put down a red two.

I put down a skip in each color, and three red reverses, and then a nine.

He changed the color, again.

We played one game of Uno for an hour, before I realized that I needed to start dinner.

I decided on chicken enchiladas. While I was simmering the onions and the chillies, the phone rang.

"Carlisle, could you please make sure those don't burn?" I asked over the ring of the phone.

He nodded, and I went to pick it up.

It was Charlie. He had to stay late, and told me not to wait up. I let him know that his dinner would be in the fridge.

I went back to the kitchen, where Carlisle was stirring the onion-chili pepper mix. I got out the cutting board, and started to dice the chicken. And, of course, me being me, I cut myself.

Carlisle was by my side immediately, and brought me to the sink to clean it off. I reached above me, and pulled out the handy supply of band-aids we had. He dried my finger, and put a band-aid on it.

I was blushing, and I'm not sure why. I think I was embarrassed.

I cleaned the knife, and got a new one, and finished dicing the chicken. Very slowly, I might add.

After dinner, we were watching TV again. I hadn't watched TV very often, but with Carlisle, watching TV is fun. We debate on things.

At the moment, we were watching Law and Order: SVU. We were debating on weather the guy was guilty or not.

"I think that he is. I mean, the evidence is overwhelming. They have his finger prints, some other stuff, his foot prints, fibers from his clothes, and some hair. I mean, how many ways do you need to know that he is guilty?" I said indignantly.

"I don't think that he did it. I think that he was possibly framed. But, we will soon find out," Carlisle said back.

"We find the defendant guilty, on all charges," the TV said.

"Yes!" I cheered.

Carlisle sighed, but there was a smile on his lips.

I found a movie on TV, and grabbed a blanket. I leaned onto Carlisle, and hunkered down to watch.

Halfway through the movie, I fell asleep.


Heh. Pure unadulterated fluff. XD
Last night, I played a round of Uno with a friend, that lasted from two in the morning, to three thirty-nine in the morning. And she won. It was unfair.

I'm making a cute little Carlisle/Bella friendship one-shot. You should read it. It will be up tomorrow.