Stella Starlet

Heaven

Carlisle's Point of View

-

The faint sound of soft laughter filled my ears. I was surrounded by warmth, like a blanket covering my whole being. 

"Carlisle?" 

I opened my eyes and I was sitting in the backyard of my parent's estate. The pool was in front of me, dainty waves from the wind drifted across the crystalline blue. 

I was seated in a chair under an umbrella, the breeze passing by me. 

I turned to the voice and saw who it was coming from. 

My heartbeat still picked up when I saw her; Beautiful Stella. She was my wife of two years and our two children were running around in the grass.

"I'm happy we moved to Italy," she remarked as she sat next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. 

I was in utter peace. I had everything I loved in that yard and it meant the world to me. 

"Carlisle? Please wake up, Carlisle!" I heard Stella saying but when I looked at her, her lips were not moving. 

"Carlisle, please!" She kept begging yet her lips were not moving. 

Her voice sounded like it came from all angles, the desperation in her voice confused me. Why was she afraid? I was in bliss. 

All of the sudden, I felt an intense, sharp ache in my chest as well as my body jolting. 

I could not grip onto consciousness any longer and I fell into an abyss of blackness. 

-

A rhythmic beeping was the sound I first heard. A steady, repetitive sound. 

With each sound, I began to wake up. 

Opening my eyes, I was met with a dark room. The only light was the shine creeping out from under the door and a machine I was hooked up to. 

I stared at my hand, there was a needle connected to a wire in it. 

Why? 

It felt like hours that I was staring at my hand, my thoughts were racing at an ungodly speed. 

No, no. This must be a mistake, why was I in the hospital?

I, impulsively, ripped out the needle from my hand and the band around my finger. The machine began to have one single beep and I tried to get up from the bed. 

My legs were not right. They could not support me and I fell down onto the small bedside table. I sent a plastic cup flying and I hit the ground just as two nurses bursted the door open. 

"Sir!" 

A male nurse then came in and tried to help me get up. 

"Fuck," I swore as my head pounded with pulsating pains. 

"Carlisle!" I heard a forth voice yell from the doorway. 

I turned and saw Stella standing there, with an incredulous facial expression. 

She then ran to me and crouched down to where I was on the floor, basically shoving the male nurse out of the way. 

"Jesus Christ, Carlisle! Fuck you!" She yelled as she embraced me in a tight hug. 

The three nurses hesitantly left the room, giving us our space. 

She finally pulled away and looked at me. 

"What were you thinking?!" She bellowed as she slapped my cheek. 

I laughed at the slight sting on my cheek and winked at her. "Hey, quit assaulting the momentarily handicapped, thank you, my love." 

After this, she helped me get back into the bed and covered me in the shitty hospital blankets. 

"Why am I in the hospital?" I asked. 

She sighed and took my hand in hers. "You totaled your car. It was upside down and they had to cut you out of your seat. Blunt force to the chest." She pressed her hand against my chest softly. "You went into sudden cardiac arrest and they had to use a defibrillator at the ambulance just beside the crash."

I paused for a couple minutes to process everything. "Who found me?" 

She stopped and looked down. I could tell she was trying not to cry. 

"I did." Her voice cracked with sorrow. 

"Jesus," I whispered under my breath. 

I held my arms out for her to come into my embrace. 

I held her tightly almost like she was going to disappear. 

"I'm so sorry."

She gripped me tighter. I was speechless. I wanted to apologize a million and one times; I was just so angry and now I felt like the biggest fucking idiot. 

"Let's not talk about this now, okay?" Stella weakly said as she wiped a stray tear away from her cheek. 

I grabbed her hand and held it tightly. 

"Did you have any dreams while you were unconscious?" She asked, jokingly.

After trying to recall, I remember and nodded. 

"What was it like?" She was intrigued. 

I smiled a little and remembered just what it was like.

"Heaven."

-

After spending a couple weeks in the hospital, they discharged me.

I was still in a lot of pain, bruises and gashes tattooed my body in various places. 

Stella gripped my arm tightly as she helped me through the front door of the estate. 

My family was standing in the foyer waiting to see me. 

My mother walked up to me and backhanded me across the cheek, snapping my head to the side. 

"Ai, mama, please!" My Italian accent coming out thicker from the pain. 

She then gripped me in a tight embrace. "My boy, my sweet boy."

"The women in my life love to slap me." I winked at Stella. 

After seeing my whole family, Stella and I went upstairs to the bedroom. 

"Fuck, I want to get out of these hospital clothes."

Stella laughed and grabbed me sweatpants and a T-shirt from the drawers. 

"Can you help me? It hurts," I asked Stella as I struggled to get off the shirt I had on. 

Her dainty hands helped me change out of these god awful clothes. 

She ran her hands over my bare chest which was peppered with bruises and cuts. She leaned in and left soft kisses over my jawline towards my lips. She kissed the corner of my mouth and I turned my face and just kissed her. 

After a while, she pulled away and grinned at me. 

She kissed my bare chest, leading a trail downwards. 

"Stella Starlet, my little harlot," I mused as I chuckled.