AN: Ok, so this is the first chapter of my first ever fanfic. It takes place at the end of Eclipse when they are laying in the meadow and Edward tells her the deals off but shes all like NOOO. And then they are about to tell Charlie. I had these ideas when i was in the car and i cant remember if i got them all... I am gonna make these a few chapters but i dont know how many yet. I hope you like it! Be kind, i am new at this!
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Disclaimer: I own the Twilight series. No, seriously! Come look at my book shelf. (But, i am no Stephenie Meyer)

Previously:

"Rain's not the problem," I grumbled. "It just means that it's time to go do something that will be very unpleasant and possibly even highly dangerous."

His eyes widened in alarm.

"It's a good thing you're bulletproof." I sighed. "I'm going to need that ring. It's time to tell Charlie."

He laughed at the expression on my face. "Highly dangerous," he agreed. He laughed again and then reached into the pocket of his jeans. "But at least there's no need for a side trip."

He once again slid my ring into place on the third finger of my left hand.

Where it would stay – conceivably for the rest of eternity.

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Chapter 1: A Distraction

I held out my left hand and squinted through the rain. I had to admit, it was one of the most beautiful rings I had ever seen. Although, I know Charlie would not think it was so beautiful – probably more of curse.

Edward started to sit up and I pulled him back down, grabbing the end of his shirt.

"Not yet," I said. My eyes were pleading. I know I had to do this, but I still needed a while longer. There had to be a way to break this to Charlie slowly.

No. Probably not.

"Bella, it will be fine. What's the worst that could happen?" he said as his crooked smile played up on his face.

The worst that could happen? Oh, I don't know. He'd freak out, pull out his gun, try to shoot you, there would be no blood, and then BAM! Cat's out of the bag. Or, he would do nothing; there would be silence and he would pretend I was gone. I didn't know which would be worse. I closed my eyes and laid my head on his shoulder, breathing in the sweet scent of his clothes.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, sinking back down on the grass letting his head hit the ground with a light thud.

"Nothing," I lied, biting my lip.

He grabbed my chin in his hand and pulled my face to his. I opened my eyes just before he pressed his lips onto mine very softly, but urgently. He was trying to get an answer out. He pulled away, much too soon as always, and stared into my eyes. I should have looked away; I knew what he was doing. But I didn't and I stared into his honey flecked eyes, which were working their magic.

"Please," was all he said.

I shook my head no. "It's nothing." I turned my head back to face the sky and curled my body into his stone shape. I let out a small shiver as he whispered in my ear.

"Isabella Marie Cullen. You should tell your husband what your thinking."

I squinted up at the sky that was still letting rain drip down. "I'm not married yet."

He then pulled my leg up and hitched it around his waist and shifted me so I was sitting on top of him. My heart started to sputter as I felt my face grow warm. He sat up and started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. It wasn't until we reached the front door that I realized what had happened.

"Stupid vampire…" I muttered to myself.

He chuckled and set me down on the porch. I turned and saw Charlie's cruiser sitting in the driveway. He must have had a short fishing trip today, it was hardly dusk. I reached towards the door looking at Edward with my eyes wide with worry. He picked up my hand and intertwined our fingers.

"It will be fine," he whispered as I pushed the door open.

"Bella?" Charlie called. Who else?

"Yeah Dad, it's me. And Edward's here too. Did you eat yet?"

He was sitting in front of the TV watching the game and stuffing handfuls of chips down his throat. I stepped out of my rain boots and hung my jacket on the hook. He didn't even look up when I mentioned Edward, so I knew he wasn't listening.

"Umhmm. That's nice. Very good."

"Dad, did you eat?" I asked, peeking around the corner of the kitchen.

"What?" he looked at me and then down at his shirt that was covered in crumbled chips and the remains that didn't quite make it into his mouth. "Yeah, sorry. Did you want me to wait for you? I just had some –"

"No, its fine. I'm just having leftovers." I said, apparently to myself because he turned back to watch the game after my No.

I turned back around and saw Edward sitting in his chair at our table starring at his hands that were folded and sitting on a placemat. He always looked so out of place in our mismatched kitchen. A Greek statue such as himself would fair much better at a museum. He looked up from his hands and met my gaze, smiling his famous smile. My heart picked up its pace and I headed for the fridge.

I pulled out last night's lasagna that was wrapped in foil, put it on a plate, and then set it in the microwave, punching in the time. As the plate began turning, I went and sat with Edward. He looked over at me and smiled again. He held out his hand and helped me into his lap. He rubbed soothing circles on my back as he hummed my lullaby in my ear.

"It's going to be fine, Bella. Breathe." he kept reminding me. He buried his face in my hair as the microwave beeped.

I sighed, not wanting to get up, but he let go of me. I stood up and trudged to the steaming plate. I pulled it out, poured a glass of milk, and sat back down at the table. As I ate, I chewed each bite slowly, making sure each one was fully chewed before swallowing. The longer I took to eat, the longer I had until I told Charlie.

"Do you want me to tell him?" he asked looking up at me from under his lashes. He was holding my hand and playing with my fingers before, but he froze when he spoke. I knew he could sense my fear.

I looked down at my food and swallowed the bite I had been chewing. "No. I think that would only make it worse. He should probably hear it from…" I didn't continue. I just stabbed another piece with my fork and placed it in my mouth, chewing on it lightly.

"From you." he finished, looking back down at my hand. "If it helps, he is in a good mood."

"Not for long," I mumbled around the glass as I took a sip of milk.

"You want this, right?" he asked. He let go of my hand and set his in his lap. He looked so sad, so… afraid. Did he think I would say no?

I set my glass back down on the table and picked up his hand again. I tried to look into his eyes but he was looking down, which made it all the more harder. "You know I do. I wanted this, and I will want this – forever. I want you." And I did. This marriage thing didn't seem as bad anymore. Since it was with him, what was bad about it?

An eternity with Edward. Definitely not bad.

The smallest smile lit his face, and his eyes looked up and met mine. He leaned in and kissed me with such joy and passion that it was contagious. I knotted my hands in his hair and he wrapped his arms around me, caging me to his lips. He was all I could feel; everything else – the noise, the smell – was just a numb undercurrent. It was only us. He let this kiss last longer than usual and was more urgent than before. I didn't mind, though.

My heart beat faster and faster. My hands slithered down his chest and he pulled me so I was sitting on top of him, straddling him. I let my hands rest on his chest and we pulled away for air, although I was the only one who really needed it. We were both breathing raggedly when the phone rang.

I pouted a little, not wanting to move, and slid off of his lap and tripped towards the phone.

"Hullo?" I gasped, still out of air.

"Bella! Bella," it was Alice and she was talking fast and franticly. I looked over at Edward (pleased to see him still gasping for air) and he rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and leaned back into the chair. "Bella!!"

"What is it Alice?"

"Emmett, I will KILL him… He… HE – " she was shouting now.

"He what, Alice? Calm down!"

"He tried on your dress… You're wedding dress. He ripped it, Bella! He RIPPED my work of art!" she was near hysterics and I could heal Emmett squealing in the background.

"Alice. Alice, calm down. It's only a dress. There is no need to kill Emmett. You can make me another one. I will even go with – " Uh oh.

She squealed into the phone. "Oh Bella, this one will be even better than the old one! EEK! And you can try it on while they sew it! Thanks Bella! Oh, you'll just love it!" Click.

I stood there, frozen. Edward came up behind me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and hung up the phone for me. He pulled me over to the table and set me down in front of my almost empty plate.

"Emmett owes you big," he laughed. "She wasn't joking. She was going to kill him. You know you don't really have to go with her. I'm sure she can do it."

"It's too late. It's Alice, and shopping. I am going to have to go. Oh well, at least I get my say in the dress." I shrugged, my thoughts turning optimistic but still dark with the thought of shopping.

"Hmm. Good luck."

I looked up at him again, my eyes growing huge with fear. But this time it was with a new fear.

"I will tell her you can't go," he said heading back over to the phone.

I shook my head. "No. Shopping… fine. Charlie –" my voice cracked.

He stopped and walked, vampire speed, back to my side. "It will be fine."

I just looked up at him, my heart flying with fear and my face flushing. "I need… We need a plan. I don't think we can go in there and just say we're married. But, he won't take any of that beating around the bush crap. He would probably just guess before we get a chance to say anything."

"How about we write him a note," he joked. But he quieted his musical laughter instantly when he saw the look of raw panic in my eyes. "Or…"

"Or… Or, we could talk to him when he is distracted. Then, I don't think he would be as upset, but he would still know. The game is on. Maybe…"

"Maybe this is a good time?" He asked, but he already knew. I nodded in agreement and left the table, leaving my dirty dishes on it to harden.

As I stood up, I got a little dizzy and Edward was there to steady me. He grabbed my hand as we walked into the living room. Good, the game was still on. We walked over, hand in hand, and sat on the couch.

I cleared my throat, but spoke at a hushed tone. "Dad. Um, I… we have something that I, we need to tell you."

Charlie was still hypnotized by the TV and continued to shovel chips into his mouth, but I knew he heard. "Shoot, Bells." He spoke with his mouth full and chip debris shot out of the corners of his mouth. Ew, gross.

Edward squeezed my hand for encouragement. I had to tell him, now. I shot a quick look at Edward and when I saw him look at me, all my fears washed out of me.

It didn't last long though. I heard a commercial come on. I looked back at Charlie and he was looking at us, still partially distracted, but more focused than before.

I looked over my shoulder at his Police holster hanging on the rack. His gun hung there, fully loaded. I looked back at Edward with a new wave of panic in my eyes and he just smiled at me and whispered, "You can do this."

He was so quiet that I knew Charlie didn't hear. I turned back around to face Charlie and took a deep breath in. Edward gave my hand a last squeeze of encouragement as I looked Charlie in the eyes.

"Yes?" he said. He was getting impatient. He kept looking over his shoulder for the game to come back on.

As he had his back to us (face to the screen) I blurted out, "We are getting married."

He froze. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

NEXT CHAPTER:

Charlie finds out. Dun dun dun...
And... a broken what now??

AN: Hope you liked my first chapter... Was it good? Bad? How will charlie react?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?! Haha. Review me please (but be kind... im new at this)
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