What on Earth is White Cake?
I bought it regardless, and it certainly looks good, but I've never seen it before.
Anyway:
Title: Night and Day (but if anyone has any better suggestions, please let me know)
Pairing: Carlisle/Charlie, Bella/Edward, sort of
Rating: T
Summary: same as all the other installments.
Discovery
“So it’s all right with you if Bella spends the night? She’ll be sleeping in Alice’s room, and Esme won’t let them stay up too late,” Carlisle said in a great rush, holding the phone to his ear and leaning casually on the counter of his kitchen-the one place he could be sure no one would be.
“As long as you and Esme are there…” Charlie said reluctantly. Carlisle took in an unnecessary breath and held it for a moment. At the doctor’s silence, Charlie said, “You two are going to be there, right? You just said…”
“Yes,” Carlisle said on the explosive exhale. Esme will be. I was thinking…”
“Yeah?”
“If you aren’t doing anything…”
“Yeah?” Charlie prompted.
“I could come over,” he said in another rush.
Charlie was sitting on the back porch, as far from his daughter’s ears as he could get while still able to use the landline. He sat and stared into the damp woods, the sound of myriad birds chattering lost to him, as well as the rain that was starting up again. A sparrow hopped nearby his feet, and he stared at it with unseeing eyes.
“And do what, exactly?” he finally asked. “I assume you don’t mean watch the game.”
“There is no game on tonight,” Carlisle said wit more glee than he probably should have.
“How do you know, you don’t-“
Carlisle waited for the rest to sink in, for Charlie to make the connexion, wincing in anticipation.
“You suggested Bella stay over.”
“I… might have mentioned it last Friday.”
“You’ve been planning to have sex with me since last Friday?” Charlie suddenly looked around in paranoia, praying Bella’s window was closed for once and that he hadn’t been as loud as he thought.
“That’s not a smart thing to shout,” Carlisle scolded, thankful for a way to evade the question.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m in the backyard.” He was quiet again, and noticed that he had scared away the sparrow.
Carlisle opened his mouth to ask if he could come over, again, when Charlie said “Friday?” in an incredulous voice. Carlisle sighed, looking around the kitchen, going so far as to check the hallways, before he replied. There was no way his family couldn’t have heard Charlie over the phone. Someone must have. He only prayed it was Jasper. Jasper who never said anything ever.
“Yes,” he finally whispered. “Take it as a compliment.”
“I don’t. I find it a little creepy, actually.”
“I didn’t mean it to be creepy.”
“I know… but it still come off that way.”
“I’ll… try to be less creepy in the future.”
“Please.”
Both men sat in their respective secluded areas in silence, praying to the high heavens that no one had heard them.
“I guess,” Charlie muttered.
“What?”
“I said, I guess. I guess you can come over.”
Carlisle hung up the phone a minute later with a smile and went upstairs to his office. Jasper, who had, indeed, heard, went to Alice’s room, hoping that she could distract him enough to erase the disturbing image his surrogate father had left in his mind.
Anyway:
Title: Night and Day (but if anyone has any better suggestions, please let me know)
Pairing: Carlisle/Charlie, Bella/Edward, sort of
Rating: T
Summary: same as all the other installments.
Discovery
“So it’s all right with you if Bella spends the night? She’ll be sleeping in Alice’s room, and Esme won’t let them stay up too late,” Carlisle said in a great rush, holding the phone to his ear and leaning casually on the counter of his kitchen-the one place he could be sure no one would be.
“As long as you and Esme are there…” Charlie said reluctantly. Carlisle took in an unnecessary breath and held it for a moment. At the doctor’s silence, Charlie said, “You two are going to be there, right? You just said…”
“Yes,” Carlisle said on the explosive exhale. Esme will be. I was thinking…”
“Yeah?”
“If you aren’t doing anything…”
“Yeah?” Charlie prompted.
“I could come over,” he said in another rush.
Charlie was sitting on the back porch, as far from his daughter’s ears as he could get while still able to use the landline. He sat and stared into the damp woods, the sound of myriad birds chattering lost to him, as well as the rain that was starting up again. A sparrow hopped nearby his feet, and he stared at it with unseeing eyes.
“And do what, exactly?” he finally asked. “I assume you don’t mean watch the game.”
“There is no game on tonight,” Carlisle said wit more glee than he probably should have.
“How do you know, you don’t-“
Carlisle waited for the rest to sink in, for Charlie to make the connexion, wincing in anticipation.
“You suggested Bella stay over.”
“I… might have mentioned it last Friday.”
“You’ve been planning to have sex with me since last Friday?” Charlie suddenly looked around in paranoia, praying Bella’s window was closed for once and that he hadn’t been as loud as he thought.
“That’s not a smart thing to shout,” Carlisle scolded, thankful for a way to evade the question.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m in the backyard.” He was quiet again, and noticed that he had scared away the sparrow.
Carlisle opened his mouth to ask if he could come over, again, when Charlie said “Friday?” in an incredulous voice. Carlisle sighed, looking around the kitchen, going so far as to check the hallways, before he replied. There was no way his family couldn’t have heard Charlie over the phone. Someone must have. He only prayed it was Jasper. Jasper who never said anything ever.
“Yes,” he finally whispered. “Take it as a compliment.”
“I don’t. I find it a little creepy, actually.”
“I didn’t mean it to be creepy.”
“I know… but it still come off that way.”
“I’ll… try to be less creepy in the future.”
“Please.”
Both men sat in their respective secluded areas in silence, praying to the high heavens that no one had heard them.
“I guess,” Charlie muttered.
“What?”
“I said, I guess. I guess you can come over.”
Carlisle hung up the phone a minute later with a smile and went upstairs to his office. Jasper, who had, indeed, heard, went to Alice’s room, hoping that she could distract him enough to erase the disturbing image his surrogate father had left in his mind.