Okay, Guys, it's me again. I know you guys are tired of me starting new fics and not finishing them. I promise, eventually I will complete some if not all of them.

This is a bunny form Facebooks, Twi-fic Plot Bunny Farm. I know the owner of this plot bunny conceived it as an ExB ship. But it called to me. I promise, this fic will be completed in 4 or 5 Chapters, preferably by the beginning of the week, so expect rapid updates.

The usual disclaimers. I do not own Twilight or it's characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. Any OC's will be mine, the plot belongs to Angel McCarty. Sorry I couldn't follow your conception.

CARLISLE POV

I had just gotten off from my first round as a resident at John Hopkins Hospital. Since moving to the United States to attend medical school, I've visited a few English pubs that served a proper English Breakfast, but some key elements were missing.

On My Mum and Dad's first trip to visit me last month, Mum was able to bring a care package of black pudding, bangers, and Irish bacon. Stopping off at the market on my way home, I picked up the produce, tomatoes, mushrooms, a can of Heinz beans and sourdough bread. Yes, today I was going to make what us Brit's call an English Fry-up.

I admit I got a little overly enthusiastic when making my fare, and made a more than generous amount of food. Just as I was about to sit down to savor the first bite, there was a knock on the door of my flat.

Who in the world could that be? I thought to myself as I walked to the door. I opened the door to find the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had a full heart-shaped face with the biggest brown eyes, looking at me shyly through locks of chocolate brown hair. The lights from the hallway shone at the right angle where you could see highlights of red and even flecks of gold. I was stunned speechless for a moment as I continued to scan down her body. I must have appeared shocked when I saw a small plate in her hand that rested atop her belly. She must have been about seven or eight months pregnant. But her voice brought me out of my shock.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you," came a tiny, angelic, but, apologetic voice before her shoulders slumped and turned to walk away

"No—no, please forgive my rudeness, how can I help you?" A blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks and she bit the corner of her full bottom lip as she looked up at me through long lashes that fluttered like butterflies.

"I—I, oh geez, this is so embarrassing, but I smelled your food, and—and my little bean and I couldn't resist any longer. I was wondering umm, may I have some of your food?"

"Umm sure, please come in. I made more than enough." I told her. The smile that spread across her face was brighter than a million-watt bulb. I held the door open and she waddled into my flat.

She looked around cautiously before asking, "Your wife won't mind, will she?"

"No, Miss…"

"Bella, well Isabella, but my friends call me Bella," she said.

"Well, Bella, I'm Carlisle and I'm not married,"

"Oh, my you're British. Your accent is delightful," she said with a little giggle. "Whatever it is your cooking smells wonderful. What is it?"

"Well, it's what we call an English Fry-up," I told her.

"Oh, Gosh. I knew it smelled familiar. I've had it before when I visited London last year," she told me. Now it was my turn to be coy with my questioning.

"With your husband?" I asked.

"Um, no. I—I—I'm not married. It's just me and little bean, here," she said as she ran her hand over her full belly. I continued to peruse her from head to toe. She was so cute. Even down to her swollen ankles in only a pair of bedroom slippers.

"Please come, let's get you off your feet. Come sit I have plenty," I placed a hand on her back and guided her towards my kitchen. I took her plate and begin to fill it with food as she tried to make herself comfortable.

Once I presented her with her meal, she closed her eyes as she inhaled, taken in the smell of her meal.

"This brings back fond memories," she told me. After taking her first bite of the fried bread, an 'mmmm' escaped her lips. I had a bright smile on my face.

She then proceeded to tell me how her mother and she took a trip to London for her twenty-first birthday. What they did, and all the sights. How she and her mother had a few too many pints at a local pub and told by their innkeeper the best way to fight a hangover was to eat a proper English fry-up.

She soon excused herself, and asked if she could use my facilities, of course, I said yes and told her where the bathroom was.

"Thank you, so much. I swear I spend more time in the bathroom than anything. Little Bean seems to think it's cute to kick mommy in the bladder, don't you Little Bean," she said, speaking to the protrusion in her belly, as she carefully sat back in her chair at the table.

"If you don't mind me asking, where is Little Beans father?" I asked, hoping I wasn't being too forward.

"Little Bean doesn't have a father," she nearly snarled. Then suddenly, she burst into tears. She waved her hand as if to wave away the tears.

"I'm sorry," I said as I jumped up and went over to her. I stooped down next to her chair. I reached up and wiped her tears with a napkin.

"No, I'm sorry. Stupid crazy hormones," she said with a guffaw. "One minute I'm so pissed at Edward I want to rip his throat out and the next I'm crying like the stupid girl I am. I thought he loved me, no matter what. We were high school sweethearts. We came to John Hopkins University together. He was in the engineering program and I was studying literature. We were going to get married after college. Then we found out I was pregnant a few months before graduation. He finally proposed. But then, he started spending less and less time at home. He said he was spending more time with his boys before he was going to be tied down with a wife and kid.

"One night, I was at the library late, studying for my finals. He was supposed to pick me up. When I tried calling him, he didn't answer so I had to take a cab home. When I placed the key in the door of our apartment, I heard him yell, "Oh, Shit!" When I finally walked in, he was scrambling to get his clothes on, and there was this strawberry blonde running around our apartment gathering up her clothes. After dragging that bitch out of my house by her hair, I put him out. So now, it's just me and Little Bean," she finished with a sniffle and a pat to her belly.

"May I?" I asked as I hovered my hand over her belly. She nodded her head. I placed my hand on her protruding belly and introduced myself to her Little Bean.

"Hi, there, little one. I'm Carlisle. I'm a doctor. And if you or your mommy need anything, you just lead her to my door, anytime. Whether it's a proper English breakfast or just someone to talk to, I'll be here," I finished looking up at Bella with a wink.

"Thank you so much, Carlisle. I appreciate that. I'm sorry to unload all of that on you, seeing as we just met,"

"Think nothing of it, Bella. And I mean it. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," I was quickly becoming fond of the pregnant woman that just waddled her way into my life. For whatever reason, my hand lingered on her belly, until I began to feel movement and then there was a little thump where my hand lay. I was embarrassed by the squeal and giggle like a little girl that escaped me, and my face flushed in my embarrassment. To which Bella returned the giggle.

After we finished our dinner, Bella offered to help me clean up. I wouldn't have it. I told her to just relax. She excused herself a few more times for the bathroom, in between me telling her all about myself. After I'd washed and dried her plate. I refilled it with the leftovers from our meal and place foil over it.

"For you and Little Bean, for later," I told her

"Thank you, so much for everything, Carlisle," she said as she tip-toed to place a kiss on my cheek. My heart gave a little flutter. If I ever ran into that Edward Mason, I would beat him to a pulp. He doesn't know what a treasure he had. If I had a girl like Bella, and she was carrying my child, I would treat her like the queen she is.

"Well, I need to be getting home. Little Bean and I have a big day tomorrow. It's my last day at work before I go out on Maternity leave," she told me.

"Oh, Gosh, Bella when are you due?" I asked her.

"In two weeks," she told me.

"Well, my goodness. Is there anything you need? Anything I can do for you?" I asked.

"No, but Thank you, Carlisle, for your generosity," she said as she placed a hand on the small of her back and penguin walked to the door. I followed behind her and opened the door for her.

"Remember, Bella, anything and anytime. If I'm not home, you can leave me a note. Here, let me give you my cell. If you need pickles or Ice cream, or just a friend, call me," she laughed with a little unladylike snort at the end which was the cutest thing I'd ever heard. I watched as she waddled her way back to her flat, which was three doors down from mine.

The next morning, I checked my phone, and there was a text from Bella, thanking me again for the meal. She said she and Bean enjoyed her leftovers about 3:00 am this morning. I smiled at the text and replied with a big smiley face and told her I was glad they enjoyed it.

I was off hospital rotation for the next three days. I was going to catch up on some much-needed sleep, binge watch a few tv shows I'd missed and be an all-around bum for the next three days.

About 4:30 that afternoon, I received a call from Bella asking me if I was at home.

"Yes, sweetie, what do you need?" I asked.

"Well, I just got home from work and the other teachers threw me a surprise baby shower. I have so many things, I was wondering if you could help me get them into my apartment?"

"Sure, just let me grab a shirt, I'll be out in just a moment," I told her before hanging up the phone. I grabbed a college t-shirt and threw it on and went out to the car park. There was Bella, standing next to her small SUV, which was loaded down with balloons and an assortment of boxes and presents, large and small. Again she looked radiant. She was wearing a wrap dress that protruded with her belly, and only a pair of flip-flops on her swollen feet and ankles.

"Oh, you sweet girl, you must be dead on your feet. Here, let's get you inside and put your feet up, and I will take care of all of this," I told her. I helped her into her flat, which was spotlessly well kept. I helped her over to the couch, took off her flip-flops and placed her feet up on a nearby ottoman

"You just sit here and relax, I'll have all of this in, in a jiffy," I told her. She nodded her head.

Once I came back in with an armload of boxes, I asked her where she wanted me to put them.

"Just sit them here next to me. I can go through them, and get the baby clothes ready for the wash, and decide which I will keep, and which I needed to exchange. This is my second baby shower. The first was given by my friends and family a few weeks ago. So there's bound to be duplicates," she told me.

Once I got them all in, I sat next to her and help her sort through the things she received. Who knew so much stuff was needed for such a small being to come into the world. There were boxes of disposable diapers, bottles, pacifiers. Stuffed animals, galore. There were things I'd never even seen before.

"What's this?" I asked as I held up a box

"It's called a Diaper Genie. This will make the third one of those I've received. But I think I will keep them all. It's for after you change the diaper. You dispose of it in there instead of throwing it in the trash. So there's no smell. I'll put one in the nursery, one in my room and the other in the bathroom," she told me.

"Hmm, interesting," I said out loud, but more to myself. As she began to place the little outfits for Bean over her belly, thoughts of what it would be like to have the mother of my child, sitting here doing that very thing. How very proud my mother and father would be with a girl like Bella to give them a grandchild.

I got up and sat in front of the ottoman and began to massage her swollen feet and ankles. I didn't know what else to do for her. I knew she needed to stay off her feet for the next couple of weeks. I even had thoughts of taking her blood pressure, just to make sure she wasn't suffering from preeclampsia. Her eyes hooded and a moan escaped her lips. God that was sexy! Is it wrong to be lusting after this pregnant woman?

"So, I have a question. Why aren't you married? Or do you have a girlfriend?" She asked. I smiled at her curiosity. I just hunched my shoulders and continued massaging her feet.

"I guess I just haven't found the right girl. And no, I go on casual dates, but no one serious. My schedule is far too busy for that,"

"Well, I think you're just not looking hard enough. A handsome man like yourself, caring, smart and can cook. And a doctor to boot. I'd snatch you up in a heartbeat," she said the last part so low under her breath I almost missed it. I quirked an eyebrow at her, but she ignored me as if she hadn't said anything.

While I was helping her put her things in neat piles; wash, keep, exchange, there was a knock on the door. She let out a huff, before checking the time on her phone.

"Go away, Edward. Still not interested in anything you have to say," she called out loudly.

"Please, Bella. You can't push me away forever. We have a baby together, for Christ's sake," came a male voice from the other side of the door of her small flat.

"You should have thought of that before you stuck your shwong into Tanya. Look, Edward. I'm tired of this and I'm tired of you. Coming here every evening begging me back. I don't want you, and we don't need you," Bella bellowed towards the door.

"Bella, please love. I'm sorry. Please take me back. I want to be with you and our baby," I almost felt bad for the poor bloke. He then started banging on the door. Bella jumped at the loud bang.

"Get away from my door, Edward, or I'm calling the police." She looked like she wanted to cry.

"Would you like me to get rid of him?" I asked her.

"I don't want to cause you trouble," she said with tears in her eyes. I got up from where I was sitting next to her and went to her door. There stood a man, with reddish-bronze hair. It was styled in that messy unkept look. His eyes were cast downward to the floor with both hands bracing the framework of the door. He let out a sigh of relief until he drifted his eyes upward and realized it wasn't Bella that opened the door

"Who are you?" His face took on a shocked look at me standing in his fiancée's flat.

"Doesn't matter who I am. The lady asked you to leave her door before she calls the police. I suggest you heed the warning," I told him.

"Bella, who is this guy?" He tried to push his way into her apartment. Before I knew it, I'd elbowed him in the gut, I had my hand around his throat and was pushing him into the wall in front of her door.

"As he said, it doesn't matter who he is, but if you must know he's my new boyfriend," Bella said, now standing in the doorway of her apartment. I stood a little straighter and closed my hand around his throat a little tighter at her declaration.

"New boyfriend, HA!" the prick had the nerve to guffaw at Bella. "Who would want you after I knocked you up? Look at you. You're fat and bloated and you have cankles. You're lucky I still want you, and only because you're carrying my baby. " I turned to look at Bella, she was full on crying now. She turned and closed the door. I could hear her sobbing on the other side.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" I said before I took the heel of my palm, in an upward motion right into his nose. I plan to be a surgeon, after all, no need to damage the fingers.

"FUCK!," he exclaimed while holding his hand over his nose that was now gushing blood. "I'm calling the police and you'll be hearing from my lawyer. And you tell that bitch, she'll never see my baby. I'm filing for sole custody," He said before racing from the building. After he left, I went back to Bella's door and knocked softly.

"Bella, honey, It's me, Carlisle," I spoke softly into the door. I heard a series of grunts before the door opened. Her face was tear stained. I wrapped her up in my arms as she began to full out cry.

"I never thought he would be so cruel in front of someone else. He usually reserves his cruelness for when we are alone. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess," she said between sobs and hiccups.

"Sshhh, everything will be okay," I tried to reassure her.

"He's gonna take my baby," she sobbed into my chest.

"Not if I can help it, sweetheart," I said as I walked her back to the couch. I was about to sit down with her before she stopped me.

"Wait, I have to pee," she said before she waddled into her room.

The nerve of that bastard. Insulting the mother of his child, after trying to beg his way back in. If she were my woman… my thought trailed off. I jumped up off the couch. I was now pacing back and forth in front of the couch.

"Carlisle?" Bella said, curiously as she came back into the sitting room. I stopped pacing and looked at her.

"Marry me, Bella."