Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the god of the twilight world, not me.
The cheers and cacophony of sounds that came from the TV began to fade as Charlie slowly succumbed to sleep. The sharp buzz of the end of the game jolted him awake. Old springs moaned as he hauled himself off of the couch to head upstairs to bed; he knew from experience that if he didn't, his back would pay for it in the morning.
The long fishing trip with Billy earlier that day really wore him out. But Charlie forced himself to stay up to keep an eye on Bella and Edward as the shared the loveseat and watched the game with him. Still on house probation, Bella was dead set on spending all of her allotted time with that Cullen boy. It was almost unnerving to watch them together, how intense they were around each other. But at promptly ten o'clock, Charlie, with glee, made sure that Edward was out the door.
Charlie tried to soften his steps as he clomped up the stairs so he wouldn't wake Bella.
Even in a fog of exhaustion, he heard it; the click of a window.
The careless window shut was a sound he was long familiar with. He dreaded it in his teen years. When he just wasn't careful enough sneaking out with Renee, it was those god dammed window clicks that blew his cover.
She probably just left her window ajar and it shut, he tried to reason with himself. There was no way that Bella would sneak out. As if she could! She was on the second story.
But the ghost of his reckless teenage past cast nothing but suspicion in that one window click. Charlie swiftly ran his daughters door and swung it open without a second though, and what he saw shocked him.
Edward was lying, fully clothed, on top of Bella's covers. His body lay on its side so that he matched right up against her, like two pieces of a puzzle. He stared, almost with reverence, at Bella's sleeping face while his right arm lazily draped over her waist.
Charlie gaped, mouth open, eyes wide. He brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed them roughly before he looked in horror again.
But the second time, he saw nothing. Just his daughter, sleeping peacefully, alone in her bed with the window closed shut.
Charlie, you really need to get to sleep, you're beginning to have nightmares before you're even in bed!