Edward Bella.....

Chapter 1

I climbed into the passenger side of the Volvo, my heart thudding violently at the thought of what we were about to do.

"Edward?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes?" He said warily.

"Are you really sure about telling Charlie? He's going to go berserk." I said to him with a pleading note in my voice.

"Bella. When exactly did you think we were going to tell him? A day before the wedding?"

I sighed loudly. " We have months."

He seemed disappointed, I guessed about my new lack of interest to sleep together when he had finally given in. As if! He didn't even know how much of an effort that cost me.

We were at Charlie's house. I climbed out, and made my way up the front steps, Edward's hand intertwined with mine.

"Dad?" I said, entering the living room, where, no doubt, he was watching a game on TV.
"Oh hey Bells. Good time?"

"Yeah- listen Dad, Edward and I have something we'd like to.. er.. talk about." I finished lamely.

"Well, spit it out then." He said, his voice holding a sense of sharp curiousity.

"Well, Charlie, its rather important. Can we take you out for dinner, in Port Angeles? Or here, if you prefer." said Edward politely.

"Uhh... Why? I mean, yeah. Sure." said Charlie. " Let me just go change, then."

Once he was upstairs, Edward chuckled and whispered in my ear, "He thinks that you're pregnant."

"Noooo..." I groaned. Leave it to a dad.

Just then he came down, wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a flannel shirt.

"So, where are we headed? I know a good Italian place a few miles away, actually." Charlie said.
"Fine with me." I mumbled.

"As me." Edward said.

We drove in silence, shortly reaching a small Italian place right beside the post office. I had never noticed it before.

"Is this new?" I wondered.

"No." Charlie said automatically.

Soon enough, we were sitting in small booth, Edward and I on one side, Charlie on the other.
"So. What is all of this?" He asked questioningly.

I looked at Edward. He seemed to say, " Go on. You can do this."

"Dad, well, ummm...... Edward sort've.. erm.." I started over.
"Dad. Don't be mad, please. We're getting married." I mumbled pathetically.

"WHAT???????" He roared. "Isabella Swan, you are not getting married. Especially to him." He growled, gaining some self control back.

"Charlie, she is a legal adult. She does have the right." Edward said, sounding as though he was holding back a laugh. Strange.

"Yeah, Dad! I'm 18. Thats when you got married to Mom." I said defiantly, gaining confidence from Edwards support.

Charlie stayed silent for a moment, thinking over my words.

"Listen, honey. I don't want you to make the same mistake that I did. You're both way too young." He said, softer than before.

"We are in love, Charlie." Edward said.

"Love can go away." He growled.

"Dad! We're adults, and whether you like it or not, we're engaged." I said, holding out my bejewled finger.

"Is this really what you want?" Charlie sighed, searching both of our faces.

I felt Edwards hand tighten around my own under the table.
"Yes." he and i whispered in unison.

"Does that mean you approve? You're coming?" I said, failing to hide my excitement.

"I suppose it does."

"When is the date?" he asked reluctantly of Edward.

"August 13th. Right before she turns 19." he murmured.

I sighed. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe this would all turn out to be great.