This is my 21st story for this site since March…which I think is pretty amazing. I've written 21 stories, 194 Chapters, 210,536 words, and gotten over 1500 reviews. So bear with me if the gap between chapters is long. Because I've got a lot going on!
"Do you think they'll like me?" I asked nervously, looking in the vanity's mirror. Carlisle came up behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder, kissing my ear gently.
"Of course. Why wouldn't they? You're beautiful, you're smart, you're a good cook, you're good in-"
"Ok, those are some of the reasons you like me. I'm talking about your three kids here." I laughed, turning my head to nuzzle Carlisle's shoulder.
"Bella, it's going to be fine. Just stop worrying, alright?" Carlisle kissed my cheek and straightened up, adjusting his tie as he did so. I shrugged and stood up as well, smoothing down any wrinkles that may have formed on my blue dress. "Are you ready?" He asked, holding his hand out to me.
"Yes." I smiled weakly and followed Carlisle downstairs, more nervous than I have ever been.
But I didn't know why. I had been dating Carlisle Cullen for over a year, and I was just now meeting his three kids. All of which are around my age.
Yes, that was probably the thing making me so nervous. Carlisle had been married to his high school sweetheart, Esme Platt, and they had three kids together before divorcing in their late 30's. Emmett was 24, and Alice and Edward, who were twins, had just turned 23. Just like me. And although Carlisle is only 45, technically I could be his daughter. But that shouldn't matter to me, and it didn't, because I loved him. He was sweet and smart and handsome, and basically everything a girl wants in a man. So his age didn't matter.
His kids knew that he had been dating me for over a year now, but they had no idea how old I was, the fact that I had just moved in with their father, or even my name.
"Bella, I told you, it's going to be fine. The kids have met girlfriends of mine before, and it hasn't been a problem." Carlisle soothed me, noticing that I was nervously drumming my fingers on the dashboard of his Mercedes as we drove to the restaurant.
"I know." I took a deep breath and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "It's just...how are they going to take the fact that I'm their age and I just moved in with you?" I exclaimed.
"Their mother and I have been divorced for over six years now. I'm sure they expected me to settle down with someone eventually." I raised my eyebrows at him and he reluctantly continued, tightening his grip on the steering wheel and exhaling. "As for the age thing…they'll get over it. They're all very mature." I calmed down a little bit, praying that his words were true.
"Tell me a little more about them." I prompted, relaxing in my seat. Carlisle smiled wryly; not taking his eyes off the road.
"Emmett is 24, and is engaged to Rosalie, who he's been dating for three years. He's a pilot. Alice is 23, and is a fashion designer. She and her boyfriend Jasper live in New York." I nodded, trying to absorb this information for future uses. "And Edward is Alice's twin. He's a lawyer. Well, he will be. He starts at Harvard Law School in the fall."
"Alright. Emmett is engaged to Rosalie, works as a pilot….Alice dating Jasper, fashion designer…and Edward is going to Harvard Law. Got it." I tapped the side of my head and Carlisle chuckled, moving one of his hands from the steering wheel to cup my cheek.
"You're adorable." He sighed, his dusty green eyes sparkling. I grinned and kissed his palm as he pulled up to the restaurant's valet.
"I try." I giggled as Carlisle handed the keys to the valet and extended his hand to help me out of the car. I wobbled a little in my stilettos, but regained my balance by clutching onto Carlisle's arm. "Ok. I can do this." I muttered, and Carlisle wrapped his arm around my waist.
We walked through the restaurant; my heels clicking on the wood floor. Carlisle's casual smile stayed in place, but I was still trying to act normal.
"There they are." Carlisle said, nodding towards a table in the center of the vast room. I could spot five people sitting at the round table; two with blonde hair, two with very dark brown hair, and one with very unusual, but beautiful, bronze hair. I bit my lip and Carlisle squeezed my hip. "Just relax." He murmured as we approached the table. Five pairs of eyes were suddenly on me, and I would have frozen in my place if Carlisle hadn't half-pulled me into the seat he had pulled out for me.
"Hey, dad." The tiny dark haired girl, who had to be Alice, reached across the table and squeezed her father's hand. She was sitting next to a tall blonde man that must have been her boyfriend, Jasper. Everyone else said their hello's and then their eyes were on me again.
The bronze haired one, who was stunningly handsome and who I assumed was Edward, cleared his throat and jutted his chin towards me.
"Who's this?" He asked, his voice low and velvety. Carlisle smirked and draped his arm around my shoulders.
"This is Bella Swan, my girlfriend." He said, and everyone looked a little confused.
"Your girlfriend?" The tall, burly guy at the other side of the table blurted out, and the blonde woman next to him elbowed him in the ribs. That, I decided, was Emmett and Rosalie.
"Yes, she-" Carlisle was interrupted my his buzzing beeper. He sighed and reached for it, shaking his head. "That's the hospital, I have to take this." He stood up and pecked me on the lips. I widened my eyes, pleading him not to leave me alone at a table with his children and their dates. Carlisle shrugged apologetically. "I'll be right back." He promised, disappearing towards the front of the restaurant. I nervously traced the rim of my wineglass, blushing a little.
"You do know he's 45, right?" Emmett asked bluntly, and Rosalie elbowed him again. But she looked curious. They all did.
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Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie