A/N: Ok I'm still smiling after meeting PFach yesterday... I gotta hug :) ... so I figured I'd update... thanks to MissyTheVampire... Read. Enjoy. Review...

Chapter Eight: Routines

As time passed we all started falling into routine. I went up Friday and stayed the weekend in Carlisle's room, who, ever the gentleman, wouldn't let me sleep on the futon. This was something we could compromise on because Emmett was totally zonked most Friday nights so Carlisle would just wait for him to go to bed then share his bed with me. On Saturday Alice would arrive at some ungodly hour and wake us up. By then Emmett was already off picking up Rosalie, so Carlisle would make the two of us breakfast before Jasper and Micah came crashing through the door. Jasper and Alice would pretend they weren't dating, even though Carlisle and Micah teased them mercilessly. Then, Emmett would get back with Rosalie and Carlisle and I, having been attached at the mouth for the majority of the morning, spring apart from each other for the day to pretend to be just friends.

Carlisle and I had agreed very early on, like in the first two weeks of our relationship, that if we wanted us to last, which we both did, we would have to be able to see each other more than just two days a week. Carlisle's morning classes were out by noon on Wednesdays and his night class didn't start until eight, so every Wednesday afternoon he came down to spend time with me away from Emmett. He drove down on his bike and picked me right up from school, we went to the library when I had extensive amounts of homework, and he either helped me or watched me study. Though, most of the time we went off somewhere to hang out or talk or see a movie. It soon became very common knowledge that I was dating a college guy, as everyone and some of the freshman's mothers saw him picking me up. Luckily my family wasn't friends with any of the freshman's families and the older kids knew to keep it quiet, or figured my parents already knew.

"Bella," said Mr. Oliver a few minutes after he announced that he was giving us the last few minutes of class to work on homework or talk, "Looks like somebody's early."

Mr. Oliver gestured with his head out the window where I could see Carlisle waiting for me by the curb. Mr. Oliver was one of the younger teachers in the school, and was most definitely one that got involved in his students' lives. He always knew who was with who and what was going on between the different cliques. Everyone loved him.

The other people in the class chuckled, well other than Edward who was sitting in the back, as I looked. He was sitting on his immobile bike, he had it parked and his helmet was hanging off the handlebars, mine was sitting on my portion of the seat. His hair was slightly messed up from the helmet, but it suited him and he smiled as he realized I was looking out the window at him.

"Seems like a keeper," Mr. Oliver commented, "He's here every Wednesday without fail. How'd you meet him?"

"He's Em's roommate," I said and nodded, "And Jasper, Alice's boyfriend, lives next door to them, we spend our weekends up there with them, they're at USC."

"Jasper-is-not-my-boyfriend," said Alice, clearly annoyed, "We're just friends."

"Just friends like Carlisle and I are friends."

"Emmett actually believes that," said Alice and I shrugged.

"Emmett doesn't know?" Mr. Oliver asked, I was now aware that most of the class was listening in, but it didn't matter because no one really cared.

"You kidding?" I said, "Emmett would destroy Carlisle."

"I don't know," said Mr. Oliver, peaking out the window at Carlisle, "I wouldn't pick a fight with that guy."

"It's the motorcycle that throws it off," I said, "He's totally sweet, softer than a bunny."

"Good to know," said Mr. Oliver, "How does Emmett not know though? I mean, everyone sees how he looks at you. Did Emmett go blind or something?"

"Micah was saying that just last weekend," said Alice as I blushed, "But Jasper says Emmett just doesn't want to see it. His subconscious is protecting him."

"Interesting theory," said Mr. Oliver, "But what's up with you and Jasper?"

"Fine," said Alice exasperated, I had been hounding her about him all week, "We're dating, ok? We're announcing it to everyone Saturday, and then he's coming to meet my parents for lunch on Sunday. See we're not as scared of big bad old Emmett as you and Carlisle are."

"You're not Emmett's sister," I pointed out and she rolled her eyes, "And Jasper isn't Emmett's rusty trusty best friend, he's Em's friend, but not his best friend."

"So?" said Alice, "You know it's going to be worse the longer you wait."

"So?" I replied, "I like it the way things are."

"You like hiding from Emmett?" She asked skeptically, "And you like not being able to bring Carlisle home for dinner?"

I didn't answer her.

"How long have you and Carlisle been dating?" Mr. Oliver asked.

"Three months this weekend," I replied, looking back out the window to Carlisle, he was leaning against his bike now.

"You two serious?" He asked and I shrugged, I didn't really know how to answer that one, "If you're serious about him, you should tell the family."

"I'll talk to him about it," I said, "But knowing Carlisle he'll leave it up to me."

"So decide," said Mr. Oliver shrugging as the bell rang, "Alice is right, it'll be worse the longer you wait."

I ran quickly to my locker, dropping off the unnecessary books before running out the door. I ran right out the door and didn't stop until I was in Carlisle's arms. I hugged him tight before letting go just so I could get up on my tiptoes and kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he smiled down at me as I pulled away.

"I missed you too," He said, giving me a gentle peck on the lips and I sighed, "Long day?"

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" I asked, the conversation with Mr. Oliver and Alice still reeling in my head.

"Sure," He said nervously as he let go of me, "Everything ok?"

"I promise, not breaking up with you," I said as I realized the words that I had just used and his gorgeous smile returned.

"Ok," He said, peeling his jacket off and handing it to me.

"What?" I asked.

"It's not so warm anymore," He said as he helped me into the Jacket, "You'll freeze in just a sweater."

"It's warm out," I commented.

"Not with the wind chill on a bike," He said, zipping me up carefully, then handing me my helmet.

"But what about you?" I asked and he shrugged.

"I'll be fine," He said, "Just don't tell my mother that I'm riding this thing without a leather jacket. It was one of the rules she set when I said I was going to get one."

"Ok," I said and I hopped on the bike with him.

He rode slowly, like he always did when I was on the back, and brought me right to a neighboring town's park. It was deserted except for a few kids and their moms. Carlisle parked the bike and helped me off, taking off my helmet for me, kissing me as he set it on the back seat. He took my hand and led me through the park, stopping when we got far enough in that we were out of sight the of all the kids and their moms. He didn't let go of my hand even as he sat down on the bench and I took the cue to sit next to him.

"Now what did you want to talk about?" Carlisle asked, kissing the back of my hand that was intertwined with his, turning to openly face me on the bench.

"I… want to come clean about us," I said as he started to play with my hair with his free hand.

"Ok," He said indifferently and I wonder if he heard me.

"Seriously?" I asked as he nodded, still running his hands through my hair.

"Yup," He said, "I was just thinking it was about time we did too. Actually I was thinking that I while ago, but I figured I'd wait for you to say something."

"I'm not going to be able to come up every weekend once my parents know," I said and he nodded, "And when I do Emmett's not going to let me sleep in your bed."

"It's ok, I'll come down to see you," He said with a smile, "Every weekend… It's just…"

"What?" I asked and he smiled.

"Can we hold off on telling your parents or anyone until after this weekend?" He asked and I gave him a quizzical brow, "My mom's coming up Friday night with her boyfriend and my little sister to drop off my car. Mom doesn't like the idea of me riding my bike in the winter, even if there isn't really any ice. But, I'd rather your parents have the first impression of me riding up in a Mercedes rather than my bike."

"Ok," I said with a smile and he chuckled.

"Sunday then?" He prompted, "We'll tell your parents before we tell Emmett?"

"Sounds good," I said and he smiled as he leaned over and kissed me.

"I love you," He said as he pulled away and I saw the panic rush across his face. I smiled and the panic seemed to disappear.

"I love you too," I said, putting my hand on the back of his neck, "I think I have for a little while now."

He grinned as he leaned in and kissed me again.

"Do I get to meet your mom, and Krista too?" I asked excitedly and he nodded.

"If you want to," He said. "We can send Emmett out for a few minutes or we could not, mom already knows."

"You told your mom?"

"I'd like to see anybody try and keep a secret from that woman," said Carlisle and I chuckled as Carlisle kissed my cheek, "Is it bad that I'm more concerned about Emmett's reaction then your parents?"

"Yes," I told him, "My mom's going to flip."

"Oh yeah," He said sarcastically, "That makes me feel a lot better."

"Dad's not as over protective as mom, but I'm not sure that he'll be so happy either," I said and Carlisle nodded appreciatively.

"I think we should tell Emmett at the same time," said Carlisle and I nodded, seeing the sense in his proposal.

"How about we get Emmett and you invited to lunch on Sunday," I offered, "That's what Alice and Jasper are doing."

"Oh?" said Carlisle, "They're finally going to admit it?"

"Yup," I said with a smile.

"So Jasper and I can join the 'Em hates us' club together," said Carlisle with a light tone and I rolled my eyes.

"He'll hate you even more if you start calling him Em," I said and Carlisle smiled, "Only Rosalie and I can get away with that."

"Wonder why," said Carlisle sarcastically and I smiled playfully.

"I love you," I said, "And if my family hates you they'll just have to deal."

He smiled a little at my sentiment, and I kissed the side of his jaw.

"I'm not letting them run you off," I told him and he gave me a crooked smile.

"Who said they would be able to run me off?"