Well here we go. My first ever story. I hope you'll like it, and if enough people do I'll update as frequently as I can so people aren't disappointed.

In this story it's pretty much the canon pairings and I will try my best to keep to the characters as best I can but sometimes the story will need them to be OOC.

Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just wish I did.

CPOV

Another shift over and done with. I've been Chief of Police here in Forks for ten years now and after a while it just gets repetitive. God, the stupid kids around here are nothing but trouble. I swear pigs will fly the day I won't have to arrest a teen for drink driving. Who's giving them alcohol anyway? Fucking idiots.

I walk through my front door and immediately my senses are assaulted by the delicious smell of Spaghetti Bolognese. God I love it when my daughter Bella comes to visit. She's just graduated from Dartmouth after doing a masters in comparative literature, and is now engaged to her long-term boyfriend Edward Cullen. They started dating when my Bella was still in high school. I've got to admit… I thought that when college came they'd break up shortly afterward. I never thought that they would last as long as they did, but I'm glad they're both happy. That doesn't mean I like the fact she lives on the other side of the friggin' continent. I've been so lonely with Bella gone, but I'd never tell her that. Knowing her she'd move back here and never leave, but I'd forever hold her back, and I could never live with myself if I did that.

"Bella?" I know she's there, but I've learned from when she was in high school to announce my presence before I enter the house when she's home. I shudder at the memory. There are some things a father should never see.

"In the kitchen!" she calls out. I walk to the small kitchen where Bella can still work her magic. I look around.

"No Edward today?" He always seems to be here whenever Bella is, they're just one step away from being surgically joined at the hip, especially since they got engaged.

"No, Alice is still working on his suit for the wedding, and insists she needs a human dummy, so its just you and me tonight dad."

I chuckle, "Good luck to him then; he might not make it back alive."

She snickers "I know, with the wedding a week away, she's in full blown Alice mode. I don't know how we'll make it through, but knowing Alice, she'd drag out dead bodies to the alter to make sure this wedding takes place."

"Yep, how her husband made it through their wedding and their honeymoon I do not know; and now he's got her pregnancy to go through, that boy's got the patience of a God!"

She laughs, "True but Jazz loves her and would do anything for her. You just have to be in a room with them for two seconds to see that."

We stop thoughtfully at that whilst memories flood me of Renée, my high school sweetheart, whom I married when I was just nineteen after she fell pregnant with Bella, only for her to leave me once she met her 'soul mate', a man only six years older than our daughter.

"Dad, can you set the table for me, food's nearly done."

I shake my head to get away from the thoughts I was stuck in and walk over to the drawer to get the cutlery. I set the table and sit down when Bella puts a delicious looking plateful of food in front of me, and places a smaller portion in her place before sitting down herself. We both eat in silence, not uncomfortably, its just how we are. But I know there's something she's wanting to tell me, she wouldn't have made the stroganoff otherwise. I won't pressure her into telling me, she'll tell me when she's ready. Until then I just grunt in appreciation for a fantastic meal. The only thing I miss as much as Bella is her cooking. I'm serious, my girl could be a chef… but then I'd probably have to pay for her cooking, which I would, but it's nice to get it for free.

Once we're both done we move to the living room. I put the baseball on. Five minutes in I hear the expected.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

She pauses. I haven't seen her this nervous since she first told me about Edward. This must be bad. She's shifting in her seat and biting her fingernails. I thought she got out of that habit.

"When was the last time you went out on a date?"

What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? I stare at her blankly.

"Just because, well, you're alone now. You never have anyone around except Billy. I was just wondering if… you ever went out with anyone else… any women, for example."

"Errr" My brain can't work this one out yet. Is she really asking me if I date?

"Don't worry about it Dad, you just seem lonely, that's all." So she caught onto that did she?

"Well it's just that, you know, I don't have time, to eh, date the, eh, women."

"It's okay Dad, I just worry sometimes. For one I don't know how you haven't had a heart attack from eating at that diner so much when I'm away."

"I'm as healthy as a horse Bell, don't you be worrying about me, you hear?"

"Yes Dad." She smiles and moves onto talking about her wedding. We continue chatting for the rest of the night.

SPOV

Ten years today. Ten miserable fucking years. I can still remember the day when I lost my Harry. It still hurts that I did it to him. It was my fault. If I had made sure he was eating healthily, then maybe he'd still be here, and our kids wouldn't be fucked up to the core. No, that's not true, they'd be fucked up anyway, since Harry and I would probably be divorced by now. Lord knows we weren't happy then.

But that doesn't mean that I didn't love him, or that I wanted him to die. But back then his friends looked after me. When Harry died, everyone was there for me, but now I have no one. Charlie Swan especially was there for me when I needed someone the most but after a few months the friendship fizzled out, and now we barely speak to one another. I guess Charlie just figured he'd done his duty to his friends widow and fucked off.

Shame really, I could do with some company, especially now Seth has moved out of my house and into a small studio apartment in Seattle with his 'friend', Nate. Seriously I may be on the wrong side of forty, but I'm not blind, or deaf for that matter. But, Seth needs to tell me in his own time. Maybe I've got my wires crossed, but I've never been wrong about this sort of thing before. Either way I'm not confronting him, there's no need to, really. If he's happy, I'm happy for him.

My daughter, Leah, on the other hand, is a different story. She's still in La Push, but she's married now, and pregnant with her first child, so I don't get to see her as much as I'd like. All in all, I'm lonely. I don't seem to have anyone else in my life except my children. Leah's constantly badgering me to 'get back onto the dating scene' but really, what kind of man would choose a woman in her forties with stretch marks and crows feet over a twenty year old blonde with legs up to her ears that she can kick over her head?

With that thought now stuck in my head I put three ice cubes into a glass and poured two fingers of scotch over it. I gently took a sip, relishing the comforting warmth it gave me, before I gave into temptation and knocked the whole drink back. The burn on the back of my throat spread though my entire body, and a satisfied smile grew on my lips. I pour myself another and sit back on my chair. I resolve to drink this one slowly, as I take a sip and close my eyes, to block out the world. To find peace. Pretty soon after, I fall asleep.

I'm woken up sharply when my phone begins to make annoying chirping noises. I'm now at a minor war with myself. Should I answer to get it to shut up? Or should I leave it to go onto voicemail? Eventually, my short temper takes over and I answer the phone.

"Yes?" I have no time for manners, its too early in the morning.

"Mom, I need a favour." Seth, not always the brightest spark.

"What do you need son?" Honestly, it had better be damn important. It's 6 am for God's sake!

"Well I got into some trouble last night with some of the guys from La Push. We were out at a club then I had to drive back. I'd had a couple of drinks but I was okay to drive, but I guess I was going a little too fast and well, long story short, I-need-you-to-pick-me-up-from-jail." He hurried that last part.

"Seth Clearwater I swear to God! How could you! I raised you better than that!" I sigh. Yelling at him over the phone like that isn't going to help anyone. "I'm coming to get you. Which station are you at?"

"Forks." Fabulous, everyone's going to know about this. Forks is the kind of town where everybody knows everybody else's business.

"Okay I'm on my way." I hang up. This is going to be embarrassing. Oh god, what if Charlie's there? What if he was arrested by Charlie? Crap. I'm not going to be able to do this.

Before I lose all my nerve, I take a deep breath, snatch my keys of the counter and run out to my car.

This is going to be fun!

Well there it is folks!

My very first chapter of my very first story.

Please review and let me know what you think!