Carlisle x Reader

             "Of course she does idiot." Rosalie whispers to Edward and facepalms pretty hard. She looks at him and shakes her head some when she's done. He looks at her and shrugs.
        "Well I'm not a baby expert." Edward states before he gets smacked by Rosalie.
         "You have a fucking baby, idiot." She whispers to him and smacks him again. They all pause when they hear yelling again.
             "You're the one who was getting impatient and told me it would be okay to not wear a fucking condom!" Carlisle yells at you and that's the first time you've heard him yell out of anger at you and curse. Everyone outside of the room gapes at the door wanting to know what you are thinking and what's your facial expression at this moment.
          "It was your fucking idea to have sex anyways!" You scream back at the top of your lungs, you stare him down and start to get out of the bed quickly, but a kick from the lil guy or gal causes you to wince in pain and quickly lay back down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...." You mumble quietly.
            Quickly Carlisle goes to help you but you wave him off still pissed at him. "Please let me help, love." Carlisle says softly with his tone quiet and soft, just like his expression. You look at him and shake your head.
          "No." You say quietly not wanting his damn help. "Fuck you." You whisper before you lay down and get into the fetal position on your side, and wraps your arms around your stomach with your back facing him. You feel a warm tear roll down your warm cheek. "No don't cry." You think to yourself.
          "Please look at me Y/N. I'm sorry, love. I love you." Carlisle whispers and lays beside you wrapping his arms around you. "Please, I'll beg you if you want." He chuckles softly trying to get a reaction or even a reply from you. You don't answer and you look at his hands at your stomach, you can't stop yourself from crying.
          "Damn hormones." You think, you wipe your face quickly not wanting him to worry, you stop your body from shaking as you sob and cry, not wanting anyone's pity. You scoot away from Carlisle, wanting to be alone but knowing he will never leave you, even you scream at him continuously, "Fuck you old man." You think again, then you quickly take it back knowing you would cry and never be the same of he died or if this was all a dream. If he never actually loved you, if he really left you. "That's all what ifs though." You think again changing your mind continuously.
            "Are you crying?" Carlisle's voice brings you back from your thoughts and the conversation between yourself. He reaches his hand toward your face, but you quickly smack it away.
         "I'm sorry." You quickly apologize not wanting to hurt his feelings, honestly you didn't mean to hit him. "I didn't mean to." You mumble ashamed of yourself. You always say sorry no matter what, it didn't matter, you say sorry.
           "It's fine, beautiful." Carlisle says softly trying to comfort you, knowing that you're blaming yourself for many things at the moment. He wipes your tears away gently, letting his thumb caress your face gently. "I'm here no need to cry or apologize, I understand." He coos some, trying to cheer you up, but that doesn't work, you need to work things out for yourself.