AN: First of all, THANK YOU to everyone who has read my story "Interrupted Plans"! I can't tell you how thrilled I am that you took the time to read what goes on in my head.

Second, this is an alternate ending to "Interrupted Plans". What if Mike didn't make an appearance? What if "Interrupted Plans" was actually "According to Plan"?

I was going to make this its own story with a new title, but wasn't sure of the rules for duplicate entries which the first two chapters would be. (Remember, I'm new here!)

The alternate story line starts within Alternate Chapter 3 below (I labeled where it starts) and continues through Alternate Chapter 4 and 5 (which are in Carlisle's POV).

This is a Bella/Carlisle pairing…don't like it, don't read it.

Let me know what you think! Please review!

***Disclaimer – Stephanie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I'm just letting the characters live in my mind for a while.***

Thursday

Chapter 3

I woke up Thursday with a nervous pit in my stomach. I was alone in the room. As I was turning to see what time it was, a note on the nightstand caught my eye. The paper was plain notebook paper, but a rose was drawn on the top.

Good morning my love,

Don't worry; I haven't gone for long. I decided to go out to pick up a few things that we'll need for your new life. Breakfast is in the refrigerator and Alice left you a box on the counter. I won't be long. I should return around noon.

~Always~

Edward

Well, that settles that then. The bright red numbers on the digital clock told me that it was 8:30 am. Less than 12 hours until Carlisle deflowers me. Wow. That's a strange thought. I suppose this is the first time in history that a woman needs to give herself to her husband's father to keep her husband from killing her. Someone should write a book about me. It would definitely have adventures!

I started to untangle myself from the mess I had made with the sheets. Stupid nightmares. Good thing my husband is indestructible. I'm sure he'd be covered in bruises and bumps every day from my frightened thrashing every night when I sleep. I am looking forward to not having to sleep anymore. However, Edward will only change me after I've had one last human experience, but since he can't do it, that leads me to Carlisle. Wow.

I shook my head to regain my focus and stood up. I immediately met the floor with my face. Sigh. Stupid sheets. I caught a whiff of a rusty odor…blood. Crap. What did I cut now? Just then the stinging started and I looked down at the point of origin: my knee. It was just another small scrape to add to my collection. It already stopped bleeding so there's no need for concern. I definitely can't wait until I'm not breakable anymore.

Carefully, I removed the sheet from around my ankles and made my way to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of jeans and long sleeved shirt along the way. I decided to shower later so I'd be fresh for Carlisle. I shook my head at the absurdity of this entire situation. After getting dressed, I remembered the note said there was breakfast downstairs. Even more carefully than I had made my way to the bathroom, I descended the stairs. The house was bright and open and I loved it here. It's so rare that the house was completely empty. I hadn't realized I was just standing there in silence until my stomach growled. Fine. I'll feed you. Quickly, I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was a plate sitting on the middle shelf covered in foil and had a note:

French toast with sausage and blueberries. I followed your recipe. Hope I got it right.

~Edward

He cooked for me? My heart jumped a little as a wave of love flew through me. How lucky am I? I heated up my breakfast and began to eat. Pretty good…a little sweet, but not bad! My eyes wandered around the kitchen and settled on a small box on the counter. Alice. I forgot about the box. I reached over the table and grabbed the box. After shoving a few more forkfuls of my breakfast into my mouth, I began to open the 8x10 flat brown box. Knowing Alice, it was probably something ridiculously expensive and unnecessary. Slowly, I lifted the lid and peeked in…a notebook? A plain pen was lying across the top. I took the pen and notebook out of the box. Inside the front cover was a simple handwritten note:

For your memories. ~Alice

I smiled. Now this was a gift. Quickly, I finished my breakfast, washed the plate and fork, poured myself a glass of water, grabbed my new notebook and pen, and settled in to the sofa to await the return of my love.

I hadn't been watching the time. Alice's gift was so simple and thoughtful. I decided to fill my new notebook with information about my life thus far. I want the reminder available after I'm changed. Everyone says it's hard to remember their human life after a while. Perhaps, if I catalog my experiences thus far, it won't be a problem for me.

(**begin alternate ending**)

I jumped when the clock began to signal the time. True to his word, as the final chime rang 12, my perfect vampire husband strode through the door carrying a plain paper bag. His quick kiss on my warm mouth sent a shot of fire straight to my center.

"Hi." He gave me a wide smile, revealing his impossibly white set of razor sharp teeth. He sure was happy.

"Hi, back." I returned the smile, although I'm sure my teeth weren't as brilliant as his. As he settled himself on the sofa, I leaned over to peek in the bag that he so casually set on the floor between us. Before I could see anything, his hand shot out and retrieved the bag to pull it out of my reach. I scowled.

"Patience, my love, patience." He winked at me as he reached in the bag. When he withdrew his hand, I saw something very lacy and very black emerge.

"Edward…" I flushed a deep crimson I didn't even know how to finish my thought. He seemed to know what I was thinking. Was this for tonight? This is awkward.

"Not for Carlisle, for me." My heart jumped, he heard it. "I haven't changed my mind," Damn. "I just think it'll look amazing crumpled on the floor after you are changed." I didn't think I could get any more flushed…apparently, I could.

"Ok, that was for me," he chuckled, "this is for you, Mrs. Cullen."

His other hand reached in the bag and pulled out a long red jewelry box. I gave him my perfected why-do-you-keep-spending-money-on-me glare. He just smiled sweetly and I melted, as usual. With a shaking hand, I reached for the box and slowly opened it. A silver bracelet.

The bracelet was beautiful. One charm hung from the links. The Cullen Crest. My eyes filled with tears. This was real. I was married to my best friend and will soon be a vampire like him. This bracelet will be the second most important jewelry to show who I belonged to. The first was my wedding ring. I have a family. I was really home.

A few tears escaped my lashes and Edward reached to wipe them away. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" His smile faltered.

"Oh, Yes! I love it! It's so beautiful." I lovingly gazed at my new adornment.

"Then, what…" he took the box, closed it and put it back in the bag. "I'm sorry if I upset you."

"No! Not at all. All my dreams are coming true. I'm happy." How could he not see the joy on my face?

"Well, that's all I can hope for." He gathered me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"I know I'm not a vampire yet, but…can I wear it now?" I hoped.

"Bella, you don't have to be a vampire to wear the crest. We're married. You are a Cullen. But, yes, you can wear it now." I was like a little girl receiving a puppy as he fastened the delicate chain around my wrist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed my man, hard.

His hands encircled my waist as he returned the kiss. Our mouths struggled for power and my lungs screamed for air. I pulled away, breathless.

"Ahem…" We both were so engrossed in each other that we didn't hear Carlisle enter the room. He's home early.

"Don't mind me, I'm just passing through. I have a few errands to run and will be back tonight." With that, he was gone. I checked the clock: 1:15pm.

"Well, Mr. Cullen, what do you want to do today?" His warm smile and soft golden eyes threatened to undo me. I still can't believe this man belongs to me!

"Come." He reached for my hand and suddenly we were off to our meadow. We lay down in the sun all afternoon just talking about everything and nothing. We kissed and held each other. It was perfect, except for the small detail that refused to leave my subconscious: Carlisle.

My stomach growled.

"Ah, my little human. Let's get you something to eat." He rose up onto his knees and started down at me. I didn't want to get up. He chuckled as I gave him a pout.

"Come on." He urged as he reached for my hands. I signed and let him lift me onto his back for the short journey home.

The house was silent when we got there. My breath caught when I noticed the soft glow of light through Carlisle's study window. Edward must have heard my heart speed up. He squeezed my hand and led me into the kitchen as my stomach made its presence known once again. I decided on a simple peanut butter sandwich. The last thing I needed was to upset my stomach any more. I was really more nervous, than upset. Carlisle has been around for well over 3 centuries, I'm sure he knows a thing or two about being a lover. I just hope I don't disappoint him.

Edward must have sensed my concerns. As I washed my plate, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned back into him. I never would have thought a stone hard chest would be so comfortable. But his was. He bent his head so his mouth was right next to my ear and whispered into it.

"Hey love, what's going on in that head of yours?" I sighed. With that he turned me around to face him. When I turned my eyes up to his, he just smiled. "Are you nervous?" Understatement of the year.

"Yes."

"Don't be. I've seen Carlisle's thoughts. He's nervous too."

"He's nervous?" That thought floored me. He seems so sure of himself.

"He's afraid he'll not live up to the expectations you have." You were my expectations.

"I don't know what I'm expecting. Well, I do, but maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion." I looked down as I straightened my wedding ring.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Pain. Blood. Humiliation. Losing you." With each worry I listed, Edward nodded once, except for the last one. With that one he placed one finger on my lips to shush me, then placed my face between his large hands and stared me right in the eyes.

"Bella, you will not lose me. I swear on my entire existence. I am yours and yours alone." More than I can say to you after this night.

"But, after tonight, some part of me will belong to Carlisle. That doesn't bother you?"

"Of course it does." My breathing stopped. "Breathe, Bella…I'm ok though. Carlisle made each one of us, save for Alice and Jasper. He created me. He's the master of our coven. He is the only one I trust with you, if I can't trust myself. I want him to be part of your transformation."

"What do you mean? I thought you were going to change me?" I was confused.

He continued, "I will bite you to change you," a shiver went through me, "but I refuse to do so until you are no longer a virgin. That must be accomplished while you are human." I opened my mouth to question him, but he continued on, "If we wait until you have changed, you will heal every time and each time will be as the first. I'm looking at this as a necessary evil. I can only trust him to give us this gift."

"Gift?" I didn't think of it that way. Suddenly, the clock in the hallway chimed: 6pm.

"You might want a shower," he suggested and then added in a low whisper into my ear, "shave your legs, but just trim…down there." I flushed a furious shade of red.

"Are you serious?" I was honestly surprised he said anything like that. "Did he ask you to tell me that?" My heart was pounding so hard, I'm sure Carlisle could hear it on the other side of the house.

"No. I heard his thoughts." He was so nonchalant.

"He's been thinking about this?" Will the humiliation ever end?

Edward grabbed my hand and started to lead me up the stairs to our room. He glanced at me sideways, "Bella, he's still a man." He quietly laughed. "It's what he likes." I just had to trust him. I nodded. He gave me one last kiss and led me to the bathroom.

I decided to not think about it. Quickly, I washed my hair and groomed myself to the requested specifications, being incredibly careful not to cut myself. Then I brushed my teeth. Twice. I wrapped myself in a large towel, ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath as I reached for the bathroom door.

Edward was sitting on the bed, lightly twisting the straps of my tank top in his fingers. I decided to wear a pair of shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top tonight. I didn't want to feel like a hooker all dolled up in a night gown. As I removed the clothing from his grasp and dressed myself, Edward looked up at me and forced a smile.

"What's wrong?" What happened?

"Nothing is wrong. Carlisle stopped in while you were showering." A lump caught in my throat. "H-he did? What did he say?" Was he backing out?

"He asked me to warm you up first," he smirked, "then bring you to the guest room. This was really happening. Edward gave me a seductive smile and claimed my mouth with his.

His lips were as exquisite as ever and he tasted sweet. I was instantly mindless. I didn't even realize we were moving until my back hit a wall. Edward had me pinned as his hands explored my body. He let out a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine and arousal to my core. My knees started to shake and I could barely stand. Edward picked me up smoothly as he planted kisses all over my neck and face. Dazed, I was vaguely aware of the fact that we were moving until I was being placed into another set of strong, cold arms. Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from me with a frustrated moan.

"I love you," he whispered and was gone before I could blink. I turned my head, still swimming from kissing my husband and looked into a sweetly smiling face.

"Bella." He nodded once in greeting. "I'll take care of you sweetie." With that his mouth crashed down on mine.

Oh god.