Date Night

Davina P.O.V.

I fixed the green dress sleeves more comfortably, thankful for the long sleeves, wishing they weren't so thin.

I felt weird, wearing the dress.

It wasn't that it was a weird dress, in fact, it was very modest. And it wasn't an ugly dress either- it was gorgeous. A deep green with lots of lace and designs with thin, sequined and see-through sleeves along the arms.

No, the fact that made me uncomfortable about wearing the dress was that it was from Alice. She had gifted it to me for the date.

It was $4, 990.

[No joke- was looking for dress ideas. It caught my eye, I clicked on it. It's literally that price.]

So here I was, wearing a $5,000 dollar dress, my brown almost black hair done up in a bun with pearl bobby pins, expensive jewelry- also Alice's- around my neck, clipped to my ears, clasped around my wrist, and slid on my finger. The jewelry was all silver, a contrast to the green of the dress, but matching the heels that- once again- Alice had gifted me.

Basically, I had played dress up in my bedroom in Alice's things that I was allowed to keep.

"Green and blue are Carlisle's favorite colour." Alice said as she applied light makeup to my face. She kept mostly natural tones, using my own makeup so that I was somewhat recognizable. "And the silver contrasts nicely."

"I prefer yellow and black." I grumbled, feeling like I was dressing up as a Slytherin in the green and silver.

Alice tsked, "Yellow is not your colour, no matter how much of a Hufflepuff you may be."

Alice and Edward had read Harry Potter so they were the only ones who understood my references.

"I look like a Slytherin." I grumbled.

"That's not a bad thing." Alice argued. "Aren't some of your favorite characters Slytherin?"

I kept silent because yes, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy were Slytherins.

"There." Alice said, drawing back from my face and I caught a look at myself in the mirror. I smiled.

"I look pretty Alice, thanks." I murmured.

Alice scoffed, "You look like a goddess, thank you very much."

I grinned, "Thanks."

"Now come on, Carlisle is sure to be waiting for you." Alice said with a knowing smile, leading me down the stairs, shoving a matching silver purse with all my necessities into it already. I frowned, flipping through it and pulling out the condom.

"Really?" I asked.

Alice giggled, "It's supposed to be a joke."

I rolled my eyes, tossing the square package at her. "Keep your joke."

Alice held up a hand, all five fingers up, curling them down one by one and once she made a fist, there was a knock at the door.

I rolled my eyes as she dashed up the stairs, pretending not to be here even though she perfectly knew that Carlisle could hear her moving around upstairs.

I took a deep breath- which I knew he heard- before opening the door slowly. I blushed, taking in his attire.

He was wearing a midnight black suit jacket with a light green shirt and dark green tie. Contrasting with his honey coloured eyes, pale face, and almost yellow hair, he looked mouth-watering. . . I mean handsome.

"You look breathtaking." Carlisle murmured, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

"You look handsome." I said when I got my breath back.

He smiled, making my heart do flutters that made his smile turn into a smirk- which by the way- was totally hot.

"Shall we?"

I nodded, letting him hold my hand as we walked down the small path. He opened the door for me, waiting for me to climb in, shutting it behind me before zooming to the other side and getting into the car before I could even reach for the seat belt.

I laughed lightly. "I'm lucky I got the gentleman of the family. Chivalry is so rare these days."

"I like to think that's because the men have grown up believing the women can do it themselves instead of thinking they should step up and actually behave like a man." Carlisle said as he backed out of the driveway.

I agreed with him. "Well, then blame the feminists who continuously tell men that we can do it ourselves."

Carlisle clucked his tongue. I wondered what else he could do with his tongue.

Wait. No. Wrong mindset. Damn Alice and her joke.

We talked of more pleasant things as he drove to Seattle at a moderate pace. I remember Bella telling me that Edward drove over ninety miles per hour. But Carlisle kept his speed at almost the exact speed that was on the sign.

I cocked my head and mentioned this.

Carlisle laughed, "I usually do drive fast, just like the others, but with my love in the car and quite vulnerable, I would much rather not risk it, even if I have the reflexes that could certainly save both us and probably the car."

Once we were in Seattle, he parked in the parking lot of a restaurant called the Six Seven Restaurant. It was right on the water front which I had never heard of nor been to. However, I realized we wouldn't stick out, seeing the other couples going in in tuxedos and dresses.

I clenched Carlisle's hand in mine, feeling self conscious as we walked up to the front door. The hostess- a blond with light makeup, a short skirt, and a revealing white blouse- did a one over with Carlisle, barely glanced at me, and was immediately head over heels for him.

I let out an almost imperceptible sigh that only Carlisle heard before looking between me and hostess.

"The name?" The hostess asked, her eyes fluttering as Carlisle turned his gaze on her.

"Cullen." He said, rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand.

"Right this way." She said after a moment and I swear she was swinging her ass just slightly as she walked.

Carlisle bent slightly and said, "I only have eyes for you love."

I flushed, wondering if I should feel guilty that he had to reassure me, before following the hostess to a private table for two. It wasn't outside, but it was right by the windows. The sun hadn't set quite yet, the sun looking like it was disappearing into the water, making the water almost blinding but also gorgeous to look at.

The entire place was fancy and I was suddenly struck with another worry- how much money was Carlisle planning on spending here when he couldn't even eat food?

"Carlisle?" I asked and even to me my face was strangled as I glanced down at the menu. "This- this is so expensive! You can't even. . ." I drifted off.

Carlisle reached over the table, taking my hands in his, "Davina, I love you. I don't mind spoiling you."

"Did you know this dress is $5,000?" I asked faintly.

"Alice has impeccable taste. You look ravishing." Carlisle said with the most subtle of winks, making my cheeks flare up again. "She makes a lot of money in the stock market."

"I can imagine." I murmured, smiling down at the table. "Still. . . the steak is $68.00. . ."

"I don't mind." Carlisle smiled. "I never got to do this. Let me do it."

I smirked, "Guilt tripping me I see? Very well doctor."

We both laughed until the waiter- thank Merlin he was a man- came over to take our drink order.

"Two Six Seven Palomas." Carlisle said, looking up at the waiter.

I did too, wondering what a Six Seven Paloma was. He was fine looking if I was with anyone besides Carlisle. Tan skin, thick black hair, fine features, blue eyes surprisingly. He looked a bit like someone put Damon Salvatore, Niklaus Mikelson, and Enzo together. Hot, but not Carlisle hot.

I looked away after a few seconds, returning my attention to Carlisle who looked slightly troubled as the waiter walked away.

"What is a six seven paloma?" I asked curiously.

"Don Julio Blanco tequila, hibiscus & grapefruit syrup, and soda." Carlisle replied. "I remembered you said you like sour things and I thought of this drink with the grapefruit syrup."

I blushed. "Thank you. I was nervous. I didn't think they sold rootbeer here."

Carlisle chuckled and I added, "You know I'm not twenty-one, right?"

"I know. You don't have to worry about it tonight."

"Chivalry and a rule breaker. I definitely got lucky." I said, winking.

Carlisle grinned and then he tilted his head to the side and asked, "I must ask. . . you accepted everything so easily. And I understand about the reading and such, but are you not afraid that our love is. . . manufactured because of the soulmate bond?"

"It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love." I stated. "So in short, no. Truth be told, I fell in love with you before knowing what you were. And I simply fall in love with you even more in the time that I spend with you."

"I love you too." Carlisle said, holding my hand, his cold fingers were freezing and yet, comforting at the same time.

The waiter came back with our drinks and Carlisle had a hard look on his face again.

"Do you know what you would like to eat?"

"The ribeye steak." I said softly, glancing up at him as I said this. I suddenly realized he'd been looking at me and I now knew why Carlisle had that look on his face.

"And for you, sir?"

"We're splitting." I said quickly.

"Alright, I'll be right back with that." The waiter said, turning and walking back to the kitchen. I missed the extra glance he tossed over his shoulder- but Carlisle didn't.

I smirked at him and he looked back, confused, "What?"

"It's funny." I said, trying not to laugh to loud. "I always get jealous of all the girls who drool over you and one guy looks at me and it seems like Lord is just waiting to burst from you."

"He is." Carlisle admitted, "He gets. . . even wilder in public settings."

I blushed and I'm sure if Carlisle could blush, he would've.

"Will you tell me about your parents?" Carlisle asked suddenly, with a slight frown.

I felt my heart plummet and I hoped he couldn't hear it. "Sure, what exactly do you want to know?"

"Just their personalities." Carlisle said softly.

I thought about it. "My dad. . .he was very brave." I laughed a little, "Obviously, he was in the military. He was the Colonel in the army and he was highly respected on the base. He was kind and loving and he had an amazing sense of humor. He was the best dad a girl could want. He could also be stern at times and he commanded respect."

I paused for a moment, taking a tentative sip at the drink. I had never had alcohol once, much less. . .what was in here again? Tequila? But the grapefruit did give it a spike that made it bearable, even pretty good.

"Mom. . . she was very different from dad. She was constantly nervous on base, always afraid there would be an accident. That me or my brother Kol would get in the way and get shot or run over or blown up or something. She never wanted us out of her sight, so of course, I liked finding hiding spots that I could fit in. I mean, she could be nice and sweet and loving just like Dad, but she was much harder on us too. I rebelled against her quite a bit and we didn't get along much."

"You talk about them in past tense." Carlisle noted and I felt my heart increase and I cursed it.

I nodded a little, "People change. Circumstances change them."

"Why- why aren't you on good terms with them?" He asked, curious again.

I hesitated. "It's not. . . it's not that we aren't on good terms we just. . . there was an accident on base- a big one- and it was my fault so we haven't really talked since."

Carlisle didn't say anything, gauging my reaction and I smiled slightly. "One day, I'll tell you. But don't expect it to be anytime soon. It will probably take me years to talk about. I mean, I guess you could go read about it, but. . . I want to be the one to tell you. . . even if it isn't for a few years."

"Okay." Carlisle said, running circles over my hand again.

I was surprised, "You mean you really won't look into it?"

Carlisle shook his head. "No. When you are ready, you can tell me. Otherwise, I won't worry about it, okay?"

I smiled. "What did I do to deserve a guy like you?"

"I was wondering the same thing." Carlisle murmured and normally, I would've teased him about the cheesy line, except he looked so serious when he said it, and he sounded lost in thought.

"Tell me about your parents." I muttered, taking one of his hands in both of mine.

The other world didn't exist anymore. It was Carlisle and me in this little bubble, both of us leaning forward close to each other.

"My father was an Anglican priest." Carlisle said softly. "It was a time of both religious and political upheaval, and my father along with other pastors were trying to find mystical creatures like vampires, werewolves, witches, and others. He never found any real ones, usually ending up killing innocent civilians. I never knew my mother."

The waiter interrupted us and I withdrew my hands so he could put the steak and vegetables down, putting a plate in front of Carlisle as well. "Anything else I can get for you tonight?"

"No, this is it." Carlisle said with a small smile.

I nodded and said 'thank you' before picking up the fork and knife and ate. I stared from the meat to Carlisle and then asked, "Can you technically eat meat?"

"We don't eat animals love, only drink the blood."

"Oh, right, yes, I knew that." I muttered under my breath, blood rushing to my cheeks.

He chuckled.

The rest of the night passed smoothly. Carlisle paid the bill and we left. We took a walk along the beach next, right outside the restaurant.

"Aren't the stars beautiful?" I murmured. I'd taken off my silver heels so that I could walk just slightly where the ocean just met the sand.

"Quite." Carlisle murmured softly behind me.

I could feel the cold of the wind, ruffling my dress, but I loved it. Everything felt so surreal. I had missed this. The feeling of peace. Of love.

I had a friend once. My only friend at the army base. His name was Azim. He was Iraqi during a time when Iraq and America were at war with each other.

"Come on love, you're freezing. Let me get you back home."

I had been young, nine and a half when we met, he was a little older.

I smiled at Carlisle over my shoulder, holding my hand out, "Your house. You don't have to work tomorrow and we- I- can sleep in."

We were best friends. I showed him all my hiding spots, the safest places in camps. No one knew about them except the two of us. He showed me his favorite places outside the camp. We shared in everything.

Carlisle took my hand, leading me back up to where his car was waiting, once again opening the door for me before climbing in on the driver's side.

His father was a spy for America on the Iraqi army. He was a source that they used on the battlefield to avoid invasions and traps. His parents adored me and my mother adored Azim. My father didn't like him though.

We drove back on the highway and I started to drift off. Carlisle was quiet, holding my hand, letting me fall asleep.

And then something that I had never thought would happen happened.

I fell in love.