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A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has been reading my stuff;
You'll all had nothing but GREAT things to say about my writings, and I've gotten a lot of good ideas.
A conversation with someone inspired this one—and you know who you are! I hope you enjoy this!

Sound of Pulling Heaven Down--Blue October

I'm reaching farther than I ever have before

Leaving all who broke your heart upon the shore

I may be some sort of crazy

We may be some sort of crazy

But I swear on everything I have and more

You make the sound of pulling heaven down

You brought the rain's romantic pour

You make the sound

You make the sound

Of pulling heaven down

Bella:

Perhaps it wasn't nerves. Or…maybe it was.

Was that why as I sat on the sofa next to Edward, feeling his cold hand grasp mine that I felt suddenly sick?

Edward and I decided that it was time to tell Charlie.

Tell Charlie about our wedding plans…or…some of them. I glanced at Edward and felt the butterflies fly all around in my stomach. It wasn't that marriage was an issue…

Not anymore.

Edward and I had enough talks… enough discussions, that I felt better about it.

Despite the idea of being marriage, I could still be Bella. I could still go to college, I could still be exactly whatever I wanted to be…

And I could be with Edward, forever.

I glanced down, only darting my eyes for a moment, to the ring on my finger. It was still heavy…but still just as beautiful as the first time I had seen it.

Charlie was completely focused on the TV screen. The football game was finally wrapping up, and as the last touchdown was made; Charlie yawned loudly.

"I think its time for this old man to go to bed." He said, stretching and standing up.

"Dad…" I whispered, not recognizing my voice. "Edward… and I …" I couldn't find my voice. Why was fear suddenly grabbing my full force.

Why was I afraid that Charlie would completely hate me?

"Edward and you?" He asked, glancing at me and then at Edward. "What's up?" I knew Charlie was trying to be nice…trying not to glare at Edward and expect the worse.

"Edward and I would like to talk to you about something." I said, taking a deep breath. Edward squeezed my hand with a smile.

"Charlie…" He said casually. It seemed like he had a lot of practice. I wondered if he had practiced on Emmett (he would have laughed uncontrollably); or perhaps Jasper. I'm sure he helped Edward remain calm…or maybe it was Carlisle that Edward spoke to. I could picture it in my head after our long talks of marriage and…what would happen afterward.

"I know that Bella and I have been through a lot; and I know that you disapprove of me. You've made it quite clear…" he said. Perhaps he was going to approach this differently than I had imagined. "But…she makes me happy." He started. "And, I asked her to marry me."

Charlie didn't speak. There wasn't a disgruntled look; Not even shock. Perhaps he had seen this coming anyway. I knew—deep inside—he was waiting for the punch line. He was waiting for us to laugh, and tell him it was all a joke; But when he looked at me, I knew I gave it all away.

We were serious.

"Charlie…" Edward began. "Bella and I have every plan to attend college; and I have every intention to let Bella do whatever she wants with her life. I know that I can take care of her…"

Charlie sat back down into his chair, looking back to Edward and then me very calmly. I was almost afraid of an explosion waiting to happen.

"Dad…" I cut in. But Charlie stuck out his hand and shook his head.

"No, no need to explain, Bella." He began. He sighed, running a hand through his frail hair.

"I must admit, I have seen this coming." He murmured; I wondered if it was more to himself than to us. "Edward…" He said, looking back up at us. "I know that you can take care of her…" Charlie was quiet. He had never been put into a position like this before, but I was proud of him suddenly.

"I'm not against it…" He assured me, glancing at me entirely. "But…I want you to realize that marriage…isn't like dating."

"We know that." I whispered. I knew that this marriage was much more than that. It was a start of a whole new kind of life…

"It's not like Renee and I's marriage either…" He started. "It's a commitment. A real one." He said, glancing at Edward. I knew Charlie was thinking about how devasted I had been when he had left.

"I know." Edward nodded, giving him his assuring nod.

Charlie looked at me, and sighed. "How soon is this going to happen?"

"August." I murmured.

Charlie nodded for a moment and then heaved another heavy sigh.

"Have you told your mother?"

I shook my head silently. "We…I wanted to talk to you first Dad." I whispered.

He bit his bottom lip and nodded again.

"I can't say no to you Bells. I know that. You're an adult…and you get to make your own decisions…I just hope you realize what your getting yourself into." He murmured. I nodded.

I did know what I was getting myself into.

I knew exactly what marriage meant…