"Bella, as of now, we've only operated on a need-to-know basis. But Bells, I can sense that you're going to leave, and I don't want you to. I know your leaving because it's inevitable either way, but is there a chance that I can come with you?" "Oh Dad" I said as I cried tearless sobs.

Bella's POV

I was wearing those annoying brown-colored contacts that I had somehow gotten use to over time. There were a lot of other things I had gotten use to after I had Renesmee and was turned into a vampire by my gorgeous god of a husband. Namely, my new diet almost seemed natural. The "head start" my family believed I had had helped tremendously with my control. Having the little ray of sunshine, my daughter, who is currently snuggled up to me on the couch listening to her grandpa, was a blessing in its self.

Something is so important, I catch my breath every time I think about it, and I don't even need to breath. Edward. The opportunity to have him right beside me, all night long. Drowning in his love for all eternity. Eternity. I grow dizzy when I think about how much of my existence stretches out before me. Years upon years upon years of love and devotion.

Nothing in this world can ever be perfect. You know that, don't you? There were stray ends in my life, people I didn't want to leave behind, people I almost wish I did. My father was one of those people that I just didn't want to leave. For a couple of years, I was thrilled to just have him with me. He took what I gave him, a need-to-know basis that never once lacked love.

Soon, the Cullen's were being noticed as timeless, never aging. Carlisle was a little more suspicious than the breathtaking doctor. Esme was too perfect. I only ever saw my dad and the pack (including Jacob) as did the rest of the Cullen siblings, so we didn't need to worry about anyone noticing. I could still talk to my friends or write letters to them, pretending to be in college.

But I could never show my face directly again to any of my friends from my high school, which wasn't terrible. What was terrible was Edward informing me of my dad's growing suspicion about Renesmee, and me. Always staying perfect, never letting him touch me for too long. Renesmee growing so quickly.

The tell only if asked system we had been using for years now was crumbling down. Charlie could feel the whole entire Cullen family drawing away from the small town of Forks. The fire behind his eyes and burning curiosity in his thoughts (told to me through Edward) confirmed that Charlie needed more.

"Mumm!" My darling daughter called out to me, applying pressure to my right thigh. Her and Charlie had been talking while my thoughts were drifting off. I removed my gaze from the soft jade of the outside forest to the happy grandpa and granddaughter laughing together. I smiles softly. I could hear Edward slowly walking up to us from the kitchen.

"Nessie, would you like to take a walk in the forest with me? We could find some deer to admire if you want to." Edward said to Nessie. Nessie knew that he really ment to go hunt, and that he couldn't say anything around Charlie.

"Ok Dad." Nessie said as she kissed her grandfather on the cheek, bouncing off the leather couch. Edward kissed me on the forehead, chuckling against my skin when Nessie started pulling at his arm.

"See you later, my love. I'll be back before you know it." Edward said to me as he finally gave in to Nessie's persistent tugging. My baby always knew about my difficulty with separation, and luckily, he was the same way. If Nessie wasn't going with him, I knew there was almost nothing on this Earth that could convince him to leave me. Renesmee was our weaknesses, but I'm happy to be weak because of my beautiful daughter any day.

I turned my attention back to my father. His face was lit up with a smile, I could hear Nessie looking back at him just before she and my husband go out the back door. When the door shuts softly, Charlie continues to watch the two through the large windows.

It looked as if the two were gracefully speed walking, I knew there was nothing more Nessie enjoyed then running her father, trying to catch up to him. Edward so being smart, he could probably tell that Charlie was still watching them.

Soon, the pair disappeared into the muted greens and browns of the forest. It was then that I could hear him slouch over, and sigh. I struggled to turn around slowly, knowing a human would never notice the change unless staring right at it. Soon I came face to face with my father. His eyebrows were scrunched together and he was rubbing is temples.

Suddenly, the bags under his eyes became more pronounced. I could hear him inhaling through his nose, exhaling slowly from his lips that were starting to form a smile. I was dying too hug him, or put my hand on his knee, something. But I couldn't. All I wanted to do was take away the pain.

"Dad, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" I ask him, my eyebrows knitting together, mirroring his. He looked up at me, his eyes were shining with tears, I gasped.

"Bella," he breathed out as he sank further into the chair opposite of me. Everything in me wanted to wrap him in my arms, bat away the darkness. After so many years of only chaste hugs, I couldn't ruin it now. Too much was at stake.

"Bella," he continued, tearing at my heart-strings. "Your receding, the whole the family is. I can feel it. All of your friends think you're in college. I know that is impossible right know, but I don't know why. But I've spent countless nights in an empty house, pondering. I can tell it isn't normal. That it's dangerous. That distance is necessary. But do you really need to pull away from me? I... I feel like there's a way we can... stay together." Charlie finally gasped out. By the time he finished, his voice was breaking left and right. The words becoming hoarse, but still loaded with meaning.

Charlie crying, speaking for more than five seconds. My wonderful father. Should I tell him? I still feel awful that I have been keeping such a big part of me from my father. Even if he insisted on it. Well now, he's insisting to know more. I don't know if I'm even allowed to. I bit my lip. Suddenly, I can hear Edward and Nessie in the kitchen. I hadn't noticed them before.

"You can tell him, sweetheart." Edward said quietly, too softly spoken for my father to hear. I hesitate slightly, I already knew Edward's feelings about this. He wanted whatever made me happy. Carlisle comes out of his bedroom, stopping quietly at the top of the stairs. He speaks to me, slightly above a whisper.

"We only want what is best for you, Bella. If you leave your father's life, I'm certain he won't have a life without you. If we're careful, which we will be, the choice is yours. We will all support you either way." Carlisle said to me, a tenderness in his voice.

I stopped staring at my hands, no longer needing to conceal the fact that I was listening to something I shouldn't be able to hear. I looked up to the broken man in front of me. I felt with conviction that I need to make him whole again, stop all this wondering.

"Dad, I've been hiding something from you, something big." I tell him, maybe as a prewarning.

"I know, and I don't care. I still love you."