*Sigh.* I really don't have time for ANOTHER fan fic…but Carlisle is so dreamy So, in this one, they are ALL human. It's set in present time, aaaaaand it's rated M for a reason or a couple….OH AND! There is no Esme, you'll understand in a bit how everything comes together…

Infidelity

Chapter 1: Injuries

"Shit! Bella are you okay?" Edward asked.

I looked down at my wrist that was dripping with blood, and a wave of nausea rolled through me.

"How did that happen?" I asked, fighting a gag.

"I don't know, you were just cutting the chicken…did your knife slip?" he asked, passing me a thick dish towel to keep the blood from falling onto the raw chicken for Charlie's dinner.

"Come on, I'll drive you to the hospital. I think my dad's working tonight. He should be able to get us in right away." Edward said, leading me out of the house.

I tried not to sigh. Edward's dad was gorgeous. Every single time I talked to him I got flustered and raced through my words.

"Wait," I said, stopping. "Can you leave Charlie a note? Letting him know what happened?"

Edward nodded. "Yea, the car doors are unlocked. I'll be out in a few."

I nodded and clumsily made my way over to Edward's shiny silver Volvo. I wasn't very balanced when the ground was dry and I had both my hands to help keep me balanced, now that I didn't have either hand free, and the ground was slick with rain, it was horrible trying to keep my balance.

I got into the car and waited for Edward. I slowly peeled away the dish towel and looked at my wrist. I could tell I'd need stitches just from how the gash looked. Before I could let the sight of my blood get to me, I covered it again, and stared at my front door, waiting for Edward.

I thought about how Edward didn't have a mother. It made me feel bad that his, Emmett's, and Alice's adoptive mother, Esme, had died in a fatal car accident a year or so after they had been adopted.

I couldn't help but also feel bad for Carlisle. Other than the company of his children, and their significant others, he had no one.

Edward walked out of my house, carrying my jacket. I closed my eyes, feeling stupid. How had I forgotten it?

He got in the driver's seat, and wrapped my coat around my shoulders.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." He said. "I figured you were a bit distracted when you left the house."

"Yeah." I nodded, keeping pressure on my wound.

"I called my dad, he said it's slow day and we'll be able to get you fixed up right away." He said. "And I left a note for your dad, and wrapped up the chicken."

"Thanks." I said as he pulled out of my driveway.

I watched him concentrating on the road. When I thought about it, Edward was a great boyfriend, but I felt like the spark between us was gone. When we first got together we seemed so in love. Now, it was as if the magic had disappeared.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot, and I felt my heart rate increase. This was what always happened when I knew that I would be seeing Dr. Cullen.

Edward led me into the hospital, and the god-like doctor greeted us. He told Edward to wait out in the living room, and I followed Dr. Cullen into one of the rooms, and sat at the edge of the bed.

"So, Isabella, what happened?" he asked, sitting on a chair with wheels, and coming in front of me. He held out his hand, and I extended my arm to him.

"Well, I was making my dad some dinner, cutting chicken, and I guess the knife slipped, and I cut myself." I said with a sigh.

He peeled the dish towel away from my wrist and examined it.

"You got yourself pretty good." He said with a laugh.

I smiled. "Yeah, I know. I figured I'd need stitches."

"Good call Dr. Swan." He chuckled.

I bit my lip and watched as he rolled away to get the supplies needed to stitch me up.

When he rolled back I tried to keep my eyes trained on the window behind him, but my eyes wandered to his face.

I couldn't help it. He was gorgeous.

"Does this hurt at all, Isabella?" he asked softly, looking at me.

I shook my head. "Not at all."

"Good." He murmured, looking back down at my wrist.

We were quiet as he stitched me up.

"Finished." He said. "I'm just going to put a tensor on it to let the stitches set better and help them heal quicker.

I nodded as he wrapped the tensor bandage around my wrist.

For some odd reason I had always felt that Dr. Cullen had some sort of feelings for me. I know it was crazy, but sometimes the way he looked at me just made me think that he wanted more than just a father of the guy I'm dating relationship with me.

I knew I was probably just trying to psych myself out, but it didn't hurt to dream, right?

He finished with my arm and helped me off the hospital bed.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." I said.

He chuckled. "Isabella, you're at my house more than I am most of the time, you can call me Carlisle."

"Then call me Bella." I blurted, and then slapped my good hand over my mouth. Had I really just said that?

He chuckled. "I'll remember that."

I rushed to the door, but froze when he spoke again.

"Oh, I meant to ask you, how are those birth control pills doing for you?" he asked.

I turned and felt my face heat.

"Very good, thanks." I mumbled.

"Let me know if they make you feel bad, or if you have any bad side effects, okay?" he said.

I nodded, and left the hospital room.

It was bad enough Edward had asked Carlisle to get me some birth control pills, but it was even worse that he knew the private details of our relationship.

I went out to the waiting room to see Edward lounging on a chair. When he saw me he got up and stretched.

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Your dad did an amazing job."

"Where's your jacket?" he asked.

I looked around the waiting room, and then groaned. "I guess I left it in there. I'll be right back."

I turned around to go back into the hospital room, and walked right into Carlisle. His arm caught my back before I could topple over onto the floor.

"Sorry Carlisle, I just needed my jacket." I said, straightening.

"Right here." He said with a smile, handing my jacket to me.

"Thanks." I mumbled. "I'll see you later, at the house, for the sleepover Alice is having."

"Oh right." He said. "Well, see you later."

I nodded and followed Edward out of the hospital. Once we were in the car, he turned to look at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Fine."

"You aren't in any pain though, right?" he asked.

I nodded. "I'm fine."

"Do you need any painkillers?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Edward, if I need anything your dad is going to be at the house tonight. If I feel uncomfortable I can just talk to him."

"Okay." He said, relaxing a bit. "I think I should finish cooking your dad's dinner."

I nodded. "Yeah, good idea."

He laughed as we pulled into the driveway.

He led me into my house where I went up to my bedroom to finish packing my overnight bag and Edward cooked Charlie's dinner. Tonight I was spending the night at the Cullen house while the guys (Emmett, Edward and Jasper, Alice's boyfriend) went to Jasper's house to watch some big football game, drink, and play video games. They wouldn't be in any shape to drive to the Cullen house after, so they were spending the night at Jasper's. Rosalie, Emmett's girlfriend, was also spending the night with us.

I threw my things into my bag, and slung it over my shoulder, and went downstairs to the smell of chicken cooking, and the sound of Charlie's footsteps coming up the front steps.

He opened the door with his police coat still on.

"Hey Bells." He greeted me, walking into the kitchen with me. "What's cooking?"

I shrugged. "Ask Edward. He's cooking; I hurt myself cutting the chicken for you."

"Smells good, Edward." Charlie complimented.

"It's stir fry." Edward said.

Charlie nodded and sat down at the kitchen table.

"So Bells, tonight's your sleepover?" he asked.

"Yup." I said.

"Don't do anything stupid tonight." He warned.

"My dad will be there." Edward said, putting the stir fry on a plate. "Alice wouldn't dare try anything under his watch."

I fought the urge to snort at that. Alice knew how to hide things from Carlisle, either that or he didn't mind us drinking a little bit during sleepovers.

Yeah, I was pretty sure Carlisle always knew what we were doing when we got together, he probably just didn't want to comment on it.

Edward and I left my house and he drove to the Cullen house.

I was always shocked by how huge it was.

The Cullens had a lot of money. When Esme died, all of her stocks in the stock market, and all of the money in her bank accounts went to the family. It also didn't hurt that Carlisle was a doctor, and Alice was amazing at picking lottery numbers.

We went into the house where Alice hugged me, and took my bag from me.

About ten minutes after I arrived, Rosalie showed up, and Edward and Emmett left.

We ordered Chinese food and went up to Alice's room after it arrived and we had put some of it in the fridge for Carlisle when he got home.

Up in Alice's room, she pulled a bottle of vodka out of her bag and we each passed the bottle around, taking a swig out of it.

I heard the front door open.

"Alice! Your dad!" I hissed.

She stowed the bottle away and picked up a box of chow mein.

Carlisle knocked on Alice's bedroom door.

"Come in!" she said.

Carlisle opened the door and poked his head in.

"You girls okay?" he asked.

We nodded.

"Great thanks." I said, holding my arm up to him and smiling.

"Dad, there's some Chinese food in the fridge for you." Alice said.

"Thanks, Alice." Carlisle said, and closed the bedroom door.

Alice pulled the bottle out again and took a long swig.

She sighed and ate another forkful of her chow mein.

After we ate, and were all a little bit tipsy, we made our way down to the basement where Alice had set up two futons and one air mattress.

I slid onto a futon, and made myself comfortable.

Alice put on a horror movie, and I fell asleep halfway through it, though I was sure that Rosalie and Alice had done the same.

When I woke up, I looked at the digital clock and saw that it was three thirty in the morning.

I sighed and threw the blankets off of me. My throat was unbearably dry.

In the darkness, I made my way upstairs.

I navigated my way through the kitchen, and pulled a glass out of the cupboard.

"Bella?" Carlisle asked.

I jumped and turned to look at him.

"Hey." I squeaked.

He chuckled. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Just thirsty."

I turned on the tap and tried to pour into my glass. I tried not to let my hand shake too much.

"Let me help you." he said quietly, taking the glass from me and letting the water pour into it.

"Thanks Carlisle." I said softly.

"Don't mention it." He said, getting a glass and pouring himself some water.

"So, what, you couldn't sleep?" I asked after taking a sip out of my glass.

He chuckled. "Yeah. Guess it's just one of those nights."

I nodded and gripped my glass. My heart was beating quickly just leaning against the counter across from him.

He put his glass on the counter beside him and came up to me. I bit my lip and looked up at him, unsure of what to say.

His hands came on either side of my face, and his lips claimed mine.

I gasped in surprise, and dropped my glass onto the floor where it shattered. At that moment, I didn't care; I was kissing the man of my dreams.

I closed my eyes and entwined my fingers in his hair.

I woke with a start, heart racing quickly through my chest.

Seriously? Had I really dreamt that?

I saw Rosalie and Alice stretching, and I pretending I was still half asleep as they were.