Top five foods you shouldn't eat on a date

The original point to this story was to warn people about the consequences of eating messy foods on dates, but over time it evolved into saying that nothing really matters if you are meant for each other.

I'm not entirely sure where this is set, but for the sake of ease, I'm going to say England. It just makes it easier for me, because it means less research, which means faster updates. Chapter two is already half written, and I have the other three chapters planned out. If this is very well loved, I might do a sequel, but that all depends on the response I get from this. Reviews are love; so if you love me, review. :D x x x

Chapter 1: barbeque ribs.

Esme's POV:

"You look bootiful, mummy," Alice announced as I eased myself down the stairs. I was dressed up for the night; my first real date in years, since I'd had Alice and Edward four years ago. Leaving tonight would be hard, but I needed to get out, according to my friends. The last time I'd left the kids with a babysitter was five years ago, when I'd left a two-week-old Emmett so I could go to a friend's hen night. I'd lasted three hours before I decided I didn't like the thought of not being there for my son, and called a taxi.

"Thank you, baby. Now, are you sure you're gonna be ok tonight? Because you know that when I get back, you'll be asleep."

Her tiny frame shrank a little, but she put on a weak smile. She was so sweet.

"It's ok, mummy. I'm gonna play dress up with Bella."

I grinned at her. "Ok, then. Just remember to be really good for Bella, do everything she says."

She nodded, running off to the living room to play with the boys. They may not be as good as girls to play with, but they still managed to get on well enough to play cars together for half an hour at least. Edward, unsurprisingly, wasn't playing on the floor with his boisterous older brother, but was sat in the conservatory, playing the piano. I had put him in for lessons a few weeks ago, since he showed a general interest in music, and he was loving it. He could already play two scales, and was starting to learn to read sheet music. A little advanced, considering he couldn't even read properly yet.

Just then, the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of the babysitter and my cab. I quickly kissed all three of my children and ran to the door.
Bella was stood on the doorstep, iPod on and book in hand. She had met the kids once before, when I had first decided to go out for the night. She seemed a responsible, normal sixteen year old, and her father was a policeman, so I felt quite happy to leave my kids with her.

"Instructions are on the kitchen table," I told her. "Help yourself to anything in the fridge and mine, the doctors, my dates and the restaurants numbers are all on the instructions. I gotta go now. Bye."

She didn't say anything in reply, but I didn't really give her chance, jumping into the waiting taxi.

On the journey, I thought about my mystery date. My friend Kate had set me up with him; he was a friend of her new boyfriend. A doctor, I think she said. Or was it a plumber? I decided that it didn't matter anyway; I'd probably end up asking him as a conversation starter.

The first thing I did when I got out the taxi (other than pay the driver) was call Kate. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me. I need a description of this guy. I'm not gonna walk into a restaurant and talk to some randomer for half an hour before the real date turns up."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down a bit," she urged. "The guy is tall, blonde, looks young and sophisticated."

I located a blonde through the window, but he had his back to me.

"Right. I'm going in."

"Mission impossible," she muttered. "Go for it, have fun."

"I'll try."

I waited for her to hang up, and then walked casually into the restaurant. First, I located all the blonde guys, not paying attention to faces. Then I sought out the ones sitting alone. That left one, overweight man sat stuffing his face in the corner. I shuddered, but there was nobody else to go to.

"Esme?" I heard someone call my name. I span around, coming face to face with the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He smiled wonderfully down at me, as I struggled to regain my composure.

"I'm Carlisle," he introduced himself. "Garrett's friend."

"Hi, umm... I'm Esme. But you knew that, so," I was rambling on, not at all making sense, when he interrupted me with his light chuckle. "You find my ramblings amusing, Carlisle?" I shot at him, smiling jokingly to show I was kidding.

"Very. Shall we sit down?"

I nodded, following him to a table where his coat already hung over the back of his chair. He pulled out a seat opposite his for me, which I took gratefully, removing my jacket and placing it on the back. Well, he's a gentleman.

The silence that fell while we browsed the one menu was not uncomfortable, probably due to the babble of the surrounding people. It was only broken by the waitress coming to take our orders. She was young, and I couldn't help but notice the way she kept staring at Carlisle, gazing longingly, it seemed.

"I don't know what to get," he confessed.

I shook my head. "Neither do I, but I really don't think I could turn down a rack of ribs. In fact, yes, that's what I'm having."

The waitress wrote down my order without even so much as a glance in my direction.

"Ooh, go on then, I'll have the same." He grinned childishly at me, folding up the menu to hand back to the waitress. To my satisfaction, he didn't look at her for any longer than was necessary to be polite.

"So, what do you do for a living?" He asked me. I smiled at the fact that I didn't have to be the one to ask that.

"I'm a teacher, in a primary school."

"Ah, so it's ms..." he stopped suddenly, realizing that he didn't know my last name.

"Miss Platt," I told him. "I'm divorced."

He looked a little uncomfortable for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. He was an awful person to me."

Automatically, he reached out his hand to hold mine across the table. Although I was initially a little shocked, I didn't protest.

"Esme, please tell me he didn't hurt you." Carlisle glanced up at me through his long blonde lashes, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt obliged to say no, but I knew I couldn't lie to him.

"You should know. He... Was abusive," I admitted. "Both physically and," I paused to take a deep breath, desperately trying to force back the memories. "The other one." The mood change was a little awkward as he gasped, but I dealt with it.

"I'm sorry, Carlisle, I shouldn't have brought that up."

His hand contracted around mine. "No, I'm glad you did. I, uh... Have a rather... Embarrassing past relationship. My ex-wife used to, erm... Hit me. And our children. My children."

"You have children?"

A bead of sweat appeared on his brow, but his eyes were full of love.

"Yes. Rosalie and Jasper are twins, they're five. And so beautiful."

He pulled his leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open to reveal two beautiful blonde haired children, their faces frozen in an endless giggle as their father kissed them wildly.

"They're gorgeous," I told him honestly. "It's a draw between them and mine, though." I handed him a picture from my own purse, showing Emmett, Alice and Edward dressed up as a witch and two wizards for Halloween. "Thats Emmett, he's five, and Edward and Alice are four. They're twins."

"I can see that," he laughed. "They're gorgeous too. You were right, it's a tie."

I stole a last glance at his wallet before he slipped it away, noticing a rather important factor.

"You're a doctor?"

He grinned. "Yes, I'm a physician. I work at the hospital, head of the department."

My mouth dropped open with a slightly audible pop, as I imagined him in a white lab coat. Wow, I was on a date with a doctor. A very gorgeous doctor...

His laughter interrupted my inappropriate thoughts, sending me crashing back to reality. As my eyes refocused, I saw him flashing his security badge.

"Wow, Doctor Cullen, you have a VIP pass to the hospital? Fancy."

He laughed again, louder this time.

"I've never been called fancy before," he choked out, still chuckling.

"Well, there's a first for everything."

"Indeed there is, my dear, indeed there is."

When the food came, he moved back around to where he should have been seated, much to my distaste. I was, however, distracted, by the mountain of meat on my plate, dripping in barbeque sauce.

"I really don't think I'm going to finish this on my own," I muttered to myself.

"Me neither, but I'm sure we'll get through it."

As I dug in, I realised my mistake in ordering this. There was so much sauce, it was overwhelming, yet strangely appetizing. Carlisle was already three ribs through his, while I had only eaten one, and still managed to get sauce on my cheeks. He hadn't succeeded in escaping with a clean face, but I was supposed to be dignified on a first date. I guess I said goodbye to that when one of the ribs I was chewing on slipped from my grasp, clattering onto my plate and splattering both my shirt and Carlisle's with the brown, sticky substance. He looked down at his shirt in confusion, wiped a splodge from his nose, licked it, then grinned at me childishly. I giggled, blushing red.

"Sorry," I laughed.

His grin turned to one of mischief, which I returned warily. He laughed once, before running his finger down his shirt, collected a large fingertip full, and dabbed it onto my nose. I was shocked at his daring, but nonetheless returned it by smearing a line around the right side of his lips, which he licked off instantly. I cleared off my nose, and licked my fingers.

Glancing up to his eyes, he winked at me, then carried on eating, as we chatted randomly. The food fight was over.

I had nearly finished my meal when my mobile rang, interrupting our conversation. I was alarmed to see my home number flashing up.

"Oh dear..." I murmured. "Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Platt? I think you should come home, I have to go." Bella's frantic voice panted down the line. Panic rose inside of me, my mothers intuition kicking in.

"What? Why? Are the kids ok? Are you ok?"

"The kids are fine, I'm fine, but my dad... He's been in a car accident and his friend's had a heart attack. I think I should go be with him. I'm so sorry to cut your night short, but..."

"Right, I completely understand. You need to be with your father right now. I'll be home as soon as I can. Bye."

"Bye."

I ended the call, sighing out of irritation. I was really enjoying this. And I really wanted to see Carlisle again...

"Is everything alright?" He asked, apparently genuinely concerned.

"Yes, well, no, not exactly. My babysitter needs to leave, her dad was in a car accident."

"Oh my God. I'll give you a lift back to your house."

I didn't turn him down. He left a rather large amount if money on the table, considering how little we ate, and we ran out of the restaurant. I didn't even notice that I wasn't wearing my jacket until I saw him carrying it. As we half walked, half jogged Up to his car, I had to admire his sense of transport.

"A Mercedes?"

"S55 AMG. A little outdated, but I love it."

I didn't blame him. It was shiny black, and looked so sleek and new under the lights of the restaurant. Climbing in, I noted the leather interior, which added to the sophistication, and the two child's seats in the back, which added the family feel to it. It even had that new car smell, mixed with leather, diesel, and Carlisle's own independent fragrance, which I cannot even begin to describe in all it's intoxicating glory. The engine roared to life, before falling back into a comforting purr, as we set off smoothly along the city streets.

"So where do you live?"

I was so lost in thought, I had to think about my answer.

"Umm, just carry on up here, I'll give you directions after the junction. You'll need to turn left, then straight over the roundabout and over the bridge."

He nodded, reaching over to squeeze my hand gently. I returned the gesture, happily taking in the moment. Reluctantly, he moved his hand to change gears, and didn't put it back.

We pulled up at my house ten minutes later, where I was faced with the dilemma of what to say next. I was a little out of practice, to say the least.

"Thank you so much Carlisle," I started, a little nervous. "I had a really great night."

"Me too, even if it was cut short."

"Very short. But, maybe I could make it up to you?"

"That would be wonderful. I think your children need you now, though."

Looking up to my house, I was quick to see the curtains fall back into place as a tiny little head disappeared into the room.

"They do. So, uh, call me so we can arrange something."

"I will," he told me. There was something in his voice, something in his eyes that made me believe him. I really didn't want to get out of the car, but I knew that I had to.

"Right, I really have to go now. Would you like to come in for a drink?"

He shook his head. "I'd better go relieve my nanny. She loves the kids to bits, but I think she'd prefer to be at home."

"Yes, of course. I'll see you later then."

"Later."

I climbed out of the car, rather reluctantly, and gave him one last wave before I went inside. He drove off once I was indoors, where I was greeted by a sleepy Alice.

"Mummy, Bella been crying. I think she sick."

"No, baby," I soothed her. "She's ok, she just has to go now." I placed my daughter on the sofa, next to a tired Edward and an Emmett who was refusing to sleep.

"Bella?" I called out gently. There was a faint reply from the kitchen, where I found her sitting at the kitchen table, my house phone still in her hand. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call you a taxi?"

She shook her head. "My friend will be here in a minute. But thanks for the offer."

"That's ok, you just go be with your dad. Here," I pulled out the three tenners I had in my pocket ready to pay her.

"But... I didn't do anything."

"Oh, don't give me that crap. One, I know my kids, they will have run you ragged. Two, you are under stress under my roof, and my house rules state that all stress caused must be compensated for. Now take it."

She did, and while her phone buzzed in her pocket, she grabbed her book and her iPod, and was out the door.

I sighed, not entirely satisfied with my night out. Yes, I had met a genuinely lovely man, but my night had been cut short because someone had been hurt. So yet again, I was left to put my children to bed, alone ever more.

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