I own nothing. It is owned by the brilliant Stephenie Meyer. All speech is from the book. I just made up some of Charlie's thoughts.

I stood waiting next to my cruiser outside the tiny airport in Port Angeles, holding my umbrella above my head. I was being as patient as possible, waiting for Bella. I hadn't seen her for a couple of months, and was eager to talk to her again.

Just then, I noticed my clumsy daughter catch the toe of her shoe on the last step getting off the plane and fall onto the floor. I ran forward to help her up, but she was already standing. It felt awkward just standing there, looking at each other, so I pulled her into a really quick hug.

'It's good to see you, Bells,' I smiled down at her. 'You haven't changed much. How's Renee?'

I was anxious to hear any news about my former love. How I missed her.

'Mom's fine. It's good to see you too, Dad.' Bella answered. How grown up she sounded. It made me feel really old. But then, I suppose she is seventeen now, after all.

I leant over to pick up Bella's luggage from the floor, where she'd dropped as I'd awkwardly hugged her. I was surprised to only see a couple bags. It all fitted easily into the back of the cruiser.

When Bella was safely buckled in, I decided to share my surprise for her.

'I found a good car for you, really cheap.' I exclaimed proudly.

'What kind of car?' Bella asked suspiciously.

'Well,' I admitted, 'It's a truck actually, a Chevy.'

I really hope she will like it. I'm not a big fan of trucks myself; I much prefer flash, expensive Italian sports cars. However, thanks to my job, I have to make do with the cruiser.