AN…. Ok, so I am new to writing fan fiction so there will probably be many mistakes along the way. I will try my best to be grammatically correct but I can't promise you that it will be error free. This Prologue has been edited by an amazing friend who has put her faith in me. If you have read the original you will notice the changes and you can thank her for making this story better! readtoomuch721 I am forever in debt.

I would like to welcome those of you who have decided to give my story a chance. I would also like to give a heads up to those who are reading that there may be content that some find offensive. There will be lemons, lots of profanity and a tattooed Domward along for the ride

This story is being written with both Bella's and Edwards POV. But don't worry I will not be writing the same scene over again with a different POV so it won't be repetitive.

Prologue

Charlie tiredly leaned back in his chair taking one last look at the solid mahogany desk that had been anchored in his office for the last twenty years. "Fuck!" He cursed as he ran frustrated fingers through his coarse dark brown hair. He leaned forward and pressed the button on his phone to connect with his longtime partner and best friend, Carlisle.

"Charlie, what's up? I'm just about finished here. Do you need me to come and hold your hand while you say goodbye to your office?"

Charlie shook his head as Carlisle chuckled at his own joke. He sadly thought of how much he was going to miss this playful verbal sparring the two of them have shared since the first time they met back in high school.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you, bro! Hey, why don't you come over to my office so I can bend you over my desk and give you what you really want?" Charlie countered, continuing their verbal fuckery.

His friend laughed. "In your dreams, asshole!"

Oh yeah, he was going to miss this. "Seriously though, I need to run some things by you before we leave the office." Charlie could almost hear Carlisle pause before he heaved a heavy sigh and responded. Carlisle knew what his longtime friend wanted to talk to him about and it fucking sucked that they had to have this conversation, but it is what it is, and it had to be done.

Charlie heard the hitch in Carlisle's voice and he closed his eyes. "Sure, man, I'll be there in a minute. I just need to grab my shit." Charlie disconnected the phone, shut down his computer, and waited.

Charlie could hear Carlisle as he walked down the hall from his own office only to stop and hesitate on the other side of the door to his office. Sadly, he understood Carlisle's reluctance to come in. If the roles had been reversed and it was Carlisle who was dying, he wouldn't want to face it either.

"Are you going to stand outside my door all fuckin' day or are you going to come in already?" Charlie bellowed out from his chair.

The knob to the door turning slowly, a tall and gracefully lean man with blonde hair pushed open the door and walked into his office. After sitting down in one of the luxurious leather chairs in front of Charlie's desk, Carlisle looked at him with a knowing expression on his face. He knew it was time. "Cut the bullshit, Charlie. What's up?" Carlisle asked with a somber look.

Charlie met Carlisle's gaze before responding, "It's time, C. I need you. I've chartered a flight in the morning so I can go and bring Bella home. I will need you to help me with Renee though. Can you and Esme can go to the house tomorrow and keep her company while I'm gone? If things go as planned with Bella, I hope to be back sometime tomorrow night."

Carlisle stared hard at his best friend and exclaimed, "So that's it! Nothing else can be done? There's not some fucking experimental treatment out there, some fucking trial that you can get into?"

Charlie shook his head dejectedly, "C, we've been over this before. It's stage four cancer. It's metastasized and my whole body is fucking affected in one way or another. Surgery's not enough and chemo will only make the time that I do have left into living hell! It's not worth the suffering when I need to spend the time that I have remaining preparing my wife and daughter for my fucking death! So don't you even try to make me feel guilty for not allowing the doctors to pump poison into my veins. I have to be strong for them and you fucking know it!"

Hell, he hated having to have this discussion with C. He knew that Carlisle would give up his own life to save his. He also understood that it was hard for Carlisle to comprehend that this time there would be no remission. This is the end of the road for me.

Without arguing back, Carlisle stood up and walked around the massive desk over to his friend. He reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. Slowly, he felt Charlie's large tense frame relax a little and he knew that the time to argue over chemo or of finding some kind of a fucking miracle was long gone. Now it was his job to be strong - to be there for Charlie, his wife, Renee, and their beautiful, but absent daughter, Bella.

He would do it, and he would do it with the same intensity and resolve as if it were for his own family. Hell, the Swans were family in all the important ways. Especially, Charlie, who had been like a brother to him since they first met. When the time comes and Charlie has to leave his family he will make sure Charlie goes without an ounce of worry for their safety and well-being.

Carlisle firmly told himself that he would do whatever it takes to keep shit together. They both patted each other's back, retreated from the tight embrace, and stood face to face about one foot apart. They looked at each another with tight lips, furrowed brows, and the same resolved look in their eyes.

"Charlie, I may not like the fact that you've decided not to go through anymore treatments, but I understand. You know that I will be here to help you with whatever you, need no matter what. Everything that we've discussed regarding Renee's well-being and Bella's happiness in life after you're gone still applies. No matter how hard, I WILL make it happen. Fuck, I'm just glad I'm the only other man in this fucking world that Renee would allow care for her in the way that she needs to be taken care of," Carlisle affirmed honestly.