Hello everyone! This is my first Fan Fiction. It picks up right where New Moon leaves off. It is in Bella's point of view. I am a hopeless romantic so there will be lots of fluff. Please let me know what you think! I can handle the criticism but please don't be too harsh. Okay…here it goes. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon. I wish I did, but I don't. sigh

My heart felt as if it could explode. I had never felt so many emotions at once. I was sad. Sad because I couldn't think of a way to make Jacob understand that I loved him, but I didn't love him. I was mad. Mad because everything seemed to be trying to tear Edward away from me. And quite frankly, I was scared. Scared because of the look on Charlie's face as I stepped out of the forest and into his view.

Edward tightened his grip on my hand. This helped considerably. We slowed down as we approached the porch. Charlie looked at Edward as if he could ring his neck right then and there which was completely ridiculous because Edward was indestructible. But for a second, I questioned exactly how indestructible he actually was.

"A MOTORCYCLE?!" Charlie screamed. "Isabella? What were you thinking?"

"I don't know," I mumbled barely loud enough for Charlie to hear.

There was an awkward silence that seemed like it would go on forever when Charlie finally said, "Edward?"

"Yes?" Edward answered, but he didn't look at Charlie. Instead he looked at me, using his eyes to tell me how sorry he was that this was happening.

"Go home." Charlie said in a voice that made me want nothing of the sort to occur. I had never seen Charlie so angry before. He seemed to focus most of this towards Edward.

"Bella?" Edward whispered to me. The lump in my throat, however, would not allow me to answer, so I just shook my head. This sudden motion caused the tears that had begun to blur my vision to spill over and stream down my face.

I quickly wiped them away and swallowed the lump in my throat so that I could speak.

"Dad, please don't be mad at me." I pleaded. "I realize how stupid it was."

Charlie's face seemed to lighten a little bit and he took a deep breath. "You're right, Bella. It was stupid. It was stupid and irresponsible and I expected better from you. Do you know how many kids we have to peel off of the highway because of those things?" he asked. The rage that had been in his voice was now replaced with pain. For a moment, I thought he might cry, but then his face transferred back to its previous, angry state. His eyes flashed to Edward's. "I thought I told you to go home." Charlie said through gritted teeth.

For the first time, Edward spoke to Charlie. "Charlie, I really think that you're blowing this out of proportion. Yes, Bella made an unwise decision, but she's okay and I think it's pretty safe to say that she's not going to do it again." His voice was flat. His face gave away nothing.

"Your opinion is of no value to me anymore, Edward." Charlie informed him.

Edward seemed hurt, but he accepted Charlie's words without an argument.

"This isn't his fault, Dad. I did this all on my own. Edward is on your side. He doesn't want me to get hurt any more than you do." I said in Edward's defense.

Charlie flushed, and leaned against the porch railing. "I just don't know what else I can do to punish you Bella." He mumbled more to himself than to me.

I released Edward's hand and walked over to where Charlie stood on the porch.

"I'm sorry Dad." I said. And then I couldn't hold it back anymore. A small sob escaped my lips. Charlie looked up, and closed the distance between us with one long stride. He pulled me into his arms and gave me a loving hug.

"I just don't want to lose anyone else I love." Charlie admitted quietly.

"I know Dad." I tried to comfort him. "I know."

We stayed like that for a moment. Then Charlie released me from his grip. He took a step back. "Tell Edward goodbye Bella." Charlie instructed me. "You look exhausted. I think you could use a good night's sleep." Then he turned and walked back into the house.

The second the door closed behind him, Edward was in front of me, wiping away the tears that still remained on my face.

"Oh Bella." He soothed. "It's all gonna be okay. Charlie will forgive you. He loves you." He said as he stroked my hair.

I couldn't think of a response. Instead, I rested my head on his shoulder and took slow, steadying breaths until I felt that I was able to stand without his support.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Yes." He answered into my hair.

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Anything." He vowed.

With that, I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Then I turned, and walked into the house, up the stairs, and into my room. Edward was already there, standing in the middle of my room with his hands in his pockets.

I walked to my bed and lay down. Edward lay down beside me.

"Bella?" he whispered.

"Hold me." was all that I could manage to say before I began to cry uncontrollably.

He lifted me up with one hand and pulled the covers down. Then, he placed me beneath them and wrapped his cool, comforting arms around my waist. "I love you." He whispered into my ear.

He held my shaking body close to his and hummed me my lullaby.

I cried myself to sleep in his arms.