Not Loosing a Daughter but Gaining a Son

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AN: I don't own the Twilight series no matter how much I wish I do.

Charlie's P.O.V.

where could she be? Sure, It's only about six or seven, but still! Heck! She was gone when I woke up this morning.

I really shouldn't be worried about Bella. She's with Edward, and despite my disdain for what he did to my Belles, he does seem to keep her safe.

Just when I started to get nervous, I heard the front door open and close and Bella's voice say, "Dad?! Are you here?"

"Yeah Bella! I'm in the living room," I called back to her, turning off the game.

"Great. Edward and I have something to tell you," Bella said while walking into the room with Edward in tow.

Oh no- it's one of the worsts words a daughter can say to her father with her boyfriend- this can't be good.

"Good evening Charlie," Edward said with his usual manners. Couldn't that boy be snotty just once so I could have a more recent reason to hate him?

And then I saw it. As Bella pulled some of her hair from out of her face to behind her ear. I saw something shine in the dull light of of the room. The shine came from the third finger... on her left hand...

... Holy shit.

I'm pretty sure I was in shock.

"Dad," Bella started, looked at Edward, at me, then started again, "Edward and I are getting married."

I was almost positive that my eye started twitching.

"Dad, are you okay?" Bella asked, kneeling next to my arm chair, probably thinking of Harry Clearwater and how young he was with his heart attack.

I couldn't speak all that well, so Bella took my speechlessness and my twitching eye as a probably-not-but- their-isn't-a-need-to-call-9-1-1-yet.

"I'll go and start dinner," Bella stood up to go to the kitchen. Edward went to follow her but I told him to sit down.

"Edward, sit down. I have somethings I want to ask you."

"Anything Charlie."

"Why?"

"What do you mean?" Edward asked. Hey! Would that be considered snotty? Probably not.

"Why did you propose?"

"I proposed because I love your daughter," Edward replied in a way that made it hard to poke holes in what he said to me. But he wasn't the one who had to see her in so much pain all those months. Even thinking about the empty expression in her eyes. And I wanted more tan anything to know why.

"If you love her than why did you leave her?" He had better give me a good answer.

"I left her because I thought that I didn't deserve her. In fact, I know I don't deserve her. I knew the pain the separation would cause me, but I thought she would be happier without me. If she was, it would have been worth it, but I had no idea she would be in pain. I will never forgive myself for that, even if I live for a thousand years. But I consider myself blessed that Bella forgave me, and doesn't hold my stupidity against me." Wow, that was good. Dang. At least he knows he doesn't deserve her.

"Alright, I'll let this wedding happen, but if you ever hurt Bella again I will personally rip you to shreds."

"Charlie, if I hurt her again I'll let you," Edward said so seriously that I didn't, no couldn't, doubt what he said.

All of a sudden, I felt two arms of a small frame envelope me in a hug.

"Thank you Daddy! Thank you so much!" Bella practically yelled in my ear. She kissed my cheek and let go of me. I was slightly embarrassed by this but touched none the less by the gesture.

"How's dinner coming, Belles?" I asked her when she sat down next to Edward.

"Delivered in twenty minutes of it's free," Bella said with a smirk on her face.

"Bella, I had better be going home," Edward said, kissed her cheek and went to the door.

"Edward stay! I ordered your favorite, garlic pizza," Edward turned around shaking his head and left.

"Bella, did you tell Edward's family, yet?" She nodded. "How did they take it?"

"Thrilled. Alice went bonkers. Apparently she's seen this coming for a while now. She even had a dress picked out already," she said with a smile.

"Bella, I have some bad news. Since I'm being so generous with this whole marriage thing, so I have one condition for you."

"Anything."

"You have to tell your mother," her face fell immediately.

"But Daddy-" I raised my hand to stop any further whining.

"Phone's in the kitchen Bella."

She went into the kitchen And dialed Renee's number. I couldn't hear what Bella said, but what I could hear was the screaming. I wasn't sure if it was from the phone or Phoenix itself.

After twenty minutes of Bella's feeble attempts to calm her mother down, Bella came to me in the living room (I was still waiting for my now free pizza), held out the phone and said gravely, "She wants to talk to you."

And then the screaming started again.

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