Stella Starlet

Dying

"Carlisle, please get out of bed," I begged.

He groaned and flipped over so his bare back faced me. 

"No, I can't."

"You can't keep doing this. Someone is going to find out that you're laying in bed all day and come and kill you!"

"Let them."

I sighed and sat next to him. 

"Carlisle, listen to me. I'm not going to sit here and let you do this alone. Fuck's sake, I've gotten shot at, attacked and maimed for you. So, please for me, get out of bed and be the Carlisle I know and love very much," I pleaded as I took his hand in mine. 

He finally flipped over to look at me and his blue eyes were starting to get their glint of ambition back. 

"Remember when I . . . had that miscarriage?" I almost had to choke the words out. "You helped me get better and get through it. That's what I'm going to do for you."

He sighed and threw the duvet to the side and got out of bed. 

He sat for a minute stretching. His abs flexing as I took a peek. 

"Like what you see?" He joked as he finally stood up to his 6'4 height. 

I grinned as I latched onto his back. 

"Give me a piggy-back ride to the kitchen!" I demanded. 

He chuckled and kissed my hand and walked through the hall and down the stairs. 

As soon as he got down the stairs, his men looked at him and cheered.

"Boss is back!" 

Carlisle walked past, laughing. 

"Shut the fuck up and get back to work!" He barked, humorously. 

He sat me down on the barstool at the counter and began to make breakfast. 

"What are you going to do about the whole Enzo situation?"

He sighed and leaned back against the counter. 

"Well, I don't really know what to think of it. I thought the son of a bitch was dead but I guess not. We'll have to deal with him like we deal with all pests-" he stopped and grinned wickedly. "Eradicate them."

"That's my sweet, gentle Carlisle!" I joked as I leaned forward to kiss his cheek. 

"I guess I'll need to figure out their every move before we go in. I want everything to be perfectly executed. And Stella, you will not be attending."

I looked at him with wide eyes. "But, Carlisle, I-"

He gave me a stern look. "Stella, you are not going. It'll be a fucking bloodbath and you've already had enough of those. You can take the jet and go anywhere in the world you want to go while it happens."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to stay here and make sure you're okay."

"You will stay in the house. You know, do your nails, watch movies, be a good girl." He winked.

"Yes, daddy," I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. 

He laughed out loud, a beautiful, melodic, laugh. It was nice to hear it and see him smile. 

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Carlisle was away from the estate, he's out planning the surveillance tactics.