A/N: I don't own Twilight
A/N: this is my first fanfic, I didn't really consider doing this because Twilight isn't mine but I know that it will help me develop as a writer so here I am. I ask that you be as straight-forward as possible in your reviews that I look forward to reading
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Bpov
I can do this. Come on Bell, buck up. You have to do this. Don't be a coward.
"Hi, I'm looking for Charles Swan. Do you maybe know where I could find him? It's kind of important."
The woman at the desk looked up and smiled at me. She looked like someone who had seen a good, long life; the kind of woman that you'd want to have as your grandmother. "Charlie? Sure, hon." She pointed behind herself, "down this hall, turn left at the end, it's the first door on the left. It should be open. He's the one with the mustache."
I thanked her and followed her directions. The door was open, like she said it would be. Inside there were several people. An exceedingly handsome man in scrubs with slicked back, sandy blonde hair. Another man who's back was turned to me with copper hair like a shiny, new penny. A woman with similarly coppery hair, but darker like a really old, dirty penny, and a soft face from what I could see of her profile. Then there was Charles – Charlie, I guess – and just like the woman said he totally had a full on Tom Selleck mustache. That made me smile. He was laughing at something the blonde man said.
They all looked so happy that I didn't want to interrupt them, but I didn't come all this way not to interrupt him.
I readjusted my sleeping daughter so that she sat higher on my hip, so that I only needed one hand to hold her, and knocked on the door jamb.
All four turned towards me. I could see that Doctor Blondie had clear, gray eyes and was probably in his early fifties, like the penny-haired woman. She was definitely related to the penny-haired man, since they both had bright, emerald eyes. He was stunning; there was no denying that he was the best looking man that I'd ever seen. It was when I looked at Charlie that the shock really hit me though.
He had the same brown eyes that I shared with my little girl. He had the same brown hair as us, but instead of soft waves like I had he had out-right curls like my baby. We had his ears and his smile. I always thought that I looked like my mother, but know I can see that it's Charlie I take after. I could see know that I only had her nose and body-shape because looking at him was like looking in the mirror or at my girl.
I buried my face in my little Vanessa's hair, breathing in for a moment, before lifting my sunglasses to sit on the top of my head and looking Charlie in the eye.
"Hi, Chief Swan. I know you don't have a clue who I am but my name is –"
"Isabella? My little Bella? Is that really you?"
Okay. Maybe he does know who I am.
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A/N: All right, lovelies. I know it's short, and the next few chapters will be, but when we get settled into the story it will be longer, then longer, then longer. Pinky Swear I haven't decided for sure if it will all be Bella's point of view, maybe some chiming in will help me decide. While the chapters are this short I'll hopefully be able to update Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and decreasing to twice a week, then once each chapter is four or five thousand words probably once a week.
Please give it a chance.