“I…I don’t th…think I’m allowed?”

She looked confused for a second as he told her to call him Carlisle. “I…I don’t th…think I’m allowed?”

He looked at the crates and opening one he pulled out a couple of cheap blankets that the fair organizers had been giving out as prizes as some of the booths. He used one and started to gently clean the mud off of her from her fall. “Not allowed to do what, dear one?”

She watched as he cleaned her off and she whispered, “Call you Carlisle, D…Dr. Cullen.”

He laughed at the irony that she had said his first name in the same sentence as addressing him as Dr. Cullen. “And why is that?”

“Papa says we should address p…people with the titles they’ve earned.”

He smiled and threw aside the dirty blanket and wrapped the second blanket around her, rubbing her arms a bit through it as he tried to warm her up. “Oh, and what title does your father have, little miss?”

She giggled, “My papa is a mister.”

Carlisle couldn’t help but laugh at that and his laughter only served to make her relax even more. He made sure she was bundled up in the blanket. “Well, what should I call you?”

“My name is Lizzy, Lizzy Ward.”

He grinned, “Well, Miss Ward, shall I go see if I can’t find your papa for you?”

She shook her head, “I…I’m here with m…my….n…nana and g…gramps…” She looked as if she was going to cry again, but he immediately soothed her with a light hug.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find them.”

As he said that, she believed him and cuddled against his cold hard chest, not really thinking about the fact that he was as hard and colds at the statues her momma took her to see in the park.

The wind and rain outside finally seemed to be dying down and he whispered. “Your grandfather will be here soon.” And, though she didn’t see how, she believed him so she wasn’t surprised when she heard her gramps panicked voice outside the tent she was in after just a minute. “Lizzy! Lizzy Ward!”

The angel doctor smiled at her, kissed her forehead, and whispered, “Go. Don’t keep him waiting.”