Okay, this is my first time writing for FanFiction and I'm really nervous as to the outcome, so please be nice. No honestly I would love some comments suggesting any new chapter ideas or things that should be changed.

Disclaimer: All characters in this chapter are not mine, they are in fact the greatest author ever's creation, and that would be Stephanie Meyer!!

Charlie POV

I was sitting talking to Sam Uley, when a frantic Bella stuck her head around the door and called to me. I excused myself from the conversation, leaving Sam amidst the Cullens, which he appeared o be discomforted by, and rushed indoors to my daughter.

I opened Edward Cullen's bedroom and stood, shocked, with my mouth agape. My daughter, my precious Bella, was standing by the large windows, facing me. At first I thought It was the light that had transformed her but as I looked closer I could see that it was the radiant happiness of any bride-to-be.

"Charlie, you might want to shut your mouth before anything nasty flies in," Bella's voice broke me out of my stun and brought my awareness to my open, hanging jaw. Quickly shutting my mouth I continued to silently, admire my daughter.

The French lace, that made the sleeves and trimmings of the dress, was a pure white, so pure that it looked like freshly fallen snow, and was very similar to her own ivory skin, a high collar gave an antique style to the whole and the layered skirts swished around her ankles, neatly covering Bella's bruises from this weeks series of tumbles. I smiled, I was certainly going to miss our weekly, if not daily, trips to the emergency room. Her dress fitted perfectly with the theme she had chosen for the wedding, very 'Anne of Green Gables'.

"Charlie? Are you okay?" Bella had noticed my silence, I flushed a shade similar to Bella's trademark red and was aware that she noticed.

"Uh…Yeah. It's just…Wow, you're my little girl, all grown up."

It was Bella's turn to blush, the brilliant red creeping along her cheeks. Edward would have love this, a blushing Bella for his bride. They don't think I notice but I do, I see the way his eyes and face light up when ever she blushes.

"So, what did you want me for?" I returned to the reason why I was brought up here.

"Well, you're my dad, so you have to give me away, and then…I have something…for you."

I watched as Bella walked over to Edwards bed and picked up a large, elegant, burgundy box. She thrust it into my hands, suddenly embarrassed, and looked at me expectantly. I pulled the ribbon adorned lid off and saw the word 'Memories' printed in silver onto a black leather album. Opening the cover I saw a series of photos, a few of her growing up but the majority of her over the last two years, mainly of her stay in Forks. I turned to the last page and saw a picture of her and Edward together, ever happy and smiling into the camera. For the first time I noticed how alike their features were, the only difference was their eyes, but every day Edwards image was becoming a clearer reflection in Bella's.

Why did I suddenly get the feeling that this was goodbye?

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