Hey guys! This is my first fanfic so take it easy on me! Haha!

Hope you enjoy it!

~Katella

Bella's POV

My life was bliss at the moment. Everything was turning out just the way I had planned and all the puzzle pieces were falling into place. It's spring and all the flowers were blooming, the sun was shining and the birds were singing.

I had just married the man of my dreams. The worst thing about this marriage is that he is in the army. I don't want to lose him; that's all. He's already served for 2 and half years over in Iraq and this is his last 6 months away before his contract ends. Dad told me I needed to accept this part of his life and I know I have to because I know he would do the same for me with whatever I chose to do in life. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. His voice brings me back from my worried daydream.

"Hey, you ok?" he says.

"Yeah, no. I'm fine. I promise." I put on a fake smile and hope he doesn't realize the difference.

His mood suddenly picks up. "Alright so I was thinking that we could go out for dinner tonight. Have a celebration just for us. What do you think?"

"Haven't we already celebrated? I mean, we've been in Paris for the past 3 weeks for our honeymoon but I do think it's a lovely idea."

His smile reaches his eyes and I think his face just might split in two. I laugh at his expression.

"What?" He exclaims.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." I say, still laughing while I walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I can hear him following me. He seems to be in a good mood so I play along.

"No, tell me. What was so funny?"

"It was just your face. That was it. Your smile was so big, it was funny." I laugh again at the recent memory and shrug my shoulders.

"The only reason I was so happy was because of you."

I blush at his words. He always does that sort of thing. He makes me smile without even trying sometimes and I love it. He always makes sure that I'm all right and that I'm happy. I love the soft side to him.

There's a knock on the door and we both look at each other with confused expressions but we end up laughing at each other when we realize that it's my Dad. He lunges at me and starts to tickle my sides. He must know my weak spot.

I run to answer the door, knowing that I'll collapse on the ground in fits of laughter if I stand still and let him reach me again. He runs after me and as I have my hand on doorknob and just manage to pull the door open, his arms tightly wrap around me and squish me. We're both laughing hysterically so much that we don't realize Dad is still standing in the doorway waiting. I try to catch my breath and compose as best I can and so does Edward. I look in the doorway and realize that my Dad was watching us with a strange expression upon his face. Edward chuckles to himself and lets go of me so he can greet my father.

Edward takes a step forward and shakes hands with my father.

"Hello, sir. How are you today?" He asks very formally. I try and conceal my giggle at his sudden change in attitude. It's funny how he acts around my father. I don't blame him though. My father can be strict when he wants to be and no father doesn't want to give his daughter away to just any man.

"Hello, Edward. I'm fine, thank you for asking. How are you today?" I can tell my Dad is only acting to make Edward nervous. He just likes to see people squirm sometimes. I keep telling him it's not right but I can't tell him what not to do. He's a grown man after all.

"Top notch, sir. Please do come in." Edward stands out of the way of the door and lets my father in. Dad turns to greet me then.

"Hello, darling. How are you this morning?" He says, emphasizing the 'you'.

"I'm fine, Daddy." I haven't called him that since Mum died and I had to step up and help out around the house more than usual. I ended up cooking dinner every night because my Dad has no cooking ability whatsoever. I did the laundry as well as cleaning the house and everything in between when I was only 16 years old. It was a tough time for both of us but we pulled through.

"Now, Edward." My Dad starts speaking again.

"Y-yes, sir." I couldn't believe Edward was stuttering. He's always so confident with his words.

"A few little rules for you." Edward nods firmly and swallows. "Number 1: you don't have to call me 'Sir' all the time. I'm not in the army," Dad laughs at his own joke. He thinks he is the funniest man alive sometimes. It's amusing to see. "And Number 2: You can relax around me, ya know. I'm not that scary and I don't own a gun."

I laugh at Dad's comment. You can immediately tell that Edward has relaxed his posture just a smidge.

"Let's move into the kitchen, Dad. I've made your favourite just for you." Dad's face lights up like a Christmas tree at Christmas.

"Really? You made scones? Oh sweetheart, you've gone above and beyond. You always make the best scones." He compliments me.

A couple months after Mum died, I went through her cooking book, which was full of hand-written recipes from generations ago. I had come across a scone recipe and made my first batch that afternoon. Dad has loved them ever since.

"Dad, they're just scones. They're nothing special." I tell him. Like always, he disagrees.

Having Dad over was something that I missed so much. He is such a big part of my life. Being away from him for three weeks was tough because he has been through so much with me and he's still with me now. He's my rock when Edward goes away. He's always there to care for me and sometimes he'll stay a night or two. We have both really bonded over the past 12 years. Most people when they are 28 years old don't need their parents anymore. I feel so lucky that my Dad is still around. We all devour the scones and it's about 4 o' clock when my Dad announces that he should leave. Edward and I both walk him to the door.

"Thanks for a lovely afternoon, darling. I really appreciated it." He says sincerely.

"No worries, Dad. It was no trouble at all. I'm glad we could do this. I haven't seen you in a while." He turns to Edward and looks him straight in the eye.

"Take care of her while you're here, son. Don't let her go," Edward nods and give me a sideway glance but then turns his attention back to my father. "Good luck in the army. Hopefully, I see you before you leave otherwise we'll have to catch up when you get back."

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

"Now, what did I say about me being called 'sir'?" He comments playfully with a smile of his face.

"Right. Sorry, Charlie. I promise to take of her. Can you promise to take of her while I'm gone?"

"Absolutely. I will definitely be there for her. I promise you."

"Thank-you. It means a lot."

"No worries. Well, I better be going now. Thank you again for a lovely afternoon both of you. Have a good night. Stay safe."

"We will." Edward and I say in unison. Dad chuckles at us and he walks to his car.

He gets in and waves at us and then he's disappeared around the corner.

"I enjoyed that." I tell Edward.

"So did I. I like your Dad. He's funny."

"You think my Dad is funny?" I raise my eyebrows at his statement. This was something I haven't heard before.

"Yeah. What? You don't think he's funny?"

"No, no. He's funny. I've just never heard you say that about him before."

He laughs to himself and we ascend the stairs together. I start getting ready for bed and so does he. After I finish cleaning my teeth, I crawl into bed and turn out my light while I wait for Edward to come to bed.

I'm close to drifting off to sleep when I feel the bed move and Edward's arms wrap around my waist and he snuggles close. I smile at the moment we're having. He does this every night and I can't imagine him not being here with me every day, not seeing his smile every morning when I wake up, not hearing his laugh when I tell him a joke that's lame, not feeling his arms around me every night. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that I was silently crying. Hoping that Edward can't hear me, I lift me head a bit and try and look over my shoulder at Edward without stirring him.

"Edward?" I whisper, "You awake?"

I get no response so I take it that he's asleep. It's a good thing that he's asleep too because I don't want him to see me cry. I know what he'd say to me. He'd tell me that he shouldn't be going away right now because we're so early into our marriage. He knows I don't want him to go and he wouldn't hesitate to stay with me if I asked him to but I can't do that to him. This is his dream, his life, his career and it means so much that I can't just take it away from him because I want him to myself. That's just too selfish of me. I just want him to come home. We both want to start our own family with a pet dog and a cubby house and slide in the backyard. It would be the perfect life with the perfect husband. I keep thinking about our future until my eyelids start to give in and I close my eyes and drift into what I hope will be peaceful sleep.

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~Katella