Edward's cold hand was resting on mine, his left placed firmly on the wheel of his perpetually shiny silver volvo. He gently stroked my fingers, his touch sending shivers up my back. He caressed my ring finger, where his mother's engagement ring sat obviously. The trees, most, if not all, evergreens, passed by in a whirl of brown and green. I was used to his ridiculous driving by now, as my life rested completely in my hands - though I think Charlie's fury of my engagement would be the same if I died in a fiery car crash. I sighed, as sign proclaiming "35 MPH" on the side of the road was disregarded, Edward's foot pressing down slowly on the gas. I could tell he was eager to get to Charlie's house, probably to get it over with. I was the exact opposite. I wished he was going ten miles per hour, because I could already picture Charlie's face. His eyebrows would scrunch together, his wrinkles growing deeper and his eyes alight in anger. Oh well. Get this thing over with.

Edward pulled into the driveway and into 'park.' I just stared ahead, even as he opened his door slightly, hand on the handle, looking at me impatiently. "Bella. This isn't getting any better," he reminded me gently, stepping out and walking over to open my door. I looked up at him with a pouty face, my lip sticking out slightly. He chuckled and displayed his adorable half smile. "Silly Bella, I think he'll figure out when you move out." I huffed, tripping over myself as I pointedly ignored his open hand while getting out. Brushing the dirt out of my jacket, I sniffed and walked ahead, opening the door.

"Bella?" I heard Charlie call from the living room, the blaring TV announcing who was stepping up for baseball. "And company," I muttered slightly, staring at Edward, and nudging him as he smiled. I doubt it even had so much an effect on him. He entered the living room, hand in hand with me, his fingers entwining with mine, convieniantly hiding my ring. Charlie looked up and put the TV on mute. "Ch -- Dad..." I started, remembering calling him 'dad' always hit his soft spot. "We need to talk." I withdrew my hand and hid it between my legs, Edward moving beside me as we sat down on the couch. Charlie looked suspicious. I think he knew we were up to something. I could tell he was scanning me - dear god, I realized Edward had an amused expression on his face. Charlie probably thought I was pregnant.

"Dad..." Better get this over with. I shut my eyes and held up my hand. "I'm engaged."

There was a deafening silence. I peeked out through my eyelids. Edward was calm and together. Charlie on the other hand, was in a fit of rage, pacing, with his hand on his forehead. I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. "Dad?" Charlie turned around. "ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!" he roared. I winced. He started again. "Did you learn absolutely nothing? You mother, Renee, she got married when she was your age? LOOK WHERE SHE IS NOW, BELLA, DAMMIT!" It was worse than I thought. I felt tears bubbling in my eyes. Edward squeezed my hand. "Do you want to end up like your mother, spacy and alone! Do you want to end up in some town that he dragged you to like you mother?! DO YOU, BELLA?!" I quived, afraid. Edward looked calmly up to Charlie. "Mr. Swan, I assure you, I will only do what Bella wishes me to." Charlie let out a deadly growl. "Be quiet, Edward. This is between me and Bella." That was the last straw for me. I stood up. "No, Charlie, it isn't. I'm engaged, Charlie, that means EVERYTHING that concerns me, concerns Edward! Live with it!" I shouted, angry tears brimming down my cheeks. Charlie looked taken aback. He took a deep breath.

"Alright, Bella, have you thought this out?" Both Edward and I anwsered at the same time. "Yes." Charlie shook his head, slowly and sadly. "There isn't anything I can do, then, is there?" he asked, almost hopefully. "No," I responded simply. "There isn't."