Edward doesn't know what I'm about to do. At least . . . I think he doesn't. Charlie approves, and so does Jacob. I don't know why I got his opinion. And of course he would say it's a good idea. It's Jacob. And he's one of them.

My fists clenched tightly, I walked into the pet store.

There were pets everywhere. Fish, dogs, cats, birds. It was a very cute store. I looked around again, and saw a woman behind a desk. She smiled as a welcome and went back to some paperwork. And as I browsed, a golden retriever immediately grabbed my attention. He was a little big, and right when a walked in, and the little bell at the top of the door dinged, he pounced up, making the cage shake. Without thinking a second, I turned on my heel to face the lady at the desk. "I'll take that one." I pointed to the dog.

She smiled, "Ah, that's our troublemaker." The lady walked up to the cage where the puppy was banging around, and unlocked it. He jumped out into her arms and squirmed so much, I would've fallen over. "Whoa, now." She settled the dog down. "This is Eddy."

My eyes widened. That is too perfect. "I'll take him!" I repeated, more enthusiastically.

She laughed again and put Eddy back into the crate, walked over to the desk, and got out about five pieces of paper from a file cabinet. They stated how old he was: 1 year, 7 months. How long he was in Forks Pet Store: three weeks. And other things about his parents, his medical history, and all that stuff. And about forty-five minutes later, of me signing the papers, paying her $100, and her explaining stuff about how to be a good pet owner, I took Eddy's leash, and I ran outside, hoping that Eddy wouldn't get too wet from the rain. I tugged him through the wet street, and the second I opened my door, he jumped in. Wow. He's a good jumper. I smiled at him as he shook off on my seats and scrambled to the passenger side and back.

As I got in, picked Eddy up and put him on the backseat, I grumbled to myself at how stupid I was for not taking the crate that the lady offered me to take him home in. I insisted, though, that I didn't want his first memories with me to be behind bars. I know, I'm too sentimental. Oh well. I don't see you dating a vampire.

I looked to the backseat again and smiled at Eddy, who was running in circles. And as the car started, I pushed down the petal worriedly. This wasn't safe. I took the key out of the ignition, took Eddy's leash, and ran back to the pet store, where I got the crate.

And besides the constant barking, yelping, and my trucks coughing, the drive was pretty peaceful without the worry that my new puppy would fall and break his foot.

Soon, I pulled up to my house, and as the car stopped, I looked to the backseat. Eddy was now laying down, but when I looked at him, he jumped up and almost hit his poor little head on the ceiling of the cage. I got out of the car and grabbed his cage. He was actually pretty heavy. Probably . . . 20 pounds? Oh well. I didn't mind how much he weighed, and I ran up the driveway, and into the house.

Charlie was sitting on the couch in the living room when he saw us walk in. He stood up with a smile on his face. "Now who is this?" He laughed while taking the cage so I could take my coat off.

"This is Eddy." I smiled and put my coat on the rack.

He looked at me, his expression glum. "You named him after your boyfriend?" Okay, he just had to assume that.

I rolled my eyes and took the cage back. "No, he was already named that. And I want you to like him, so why would I name him that?" I laughed jokingly.

He nodded, and with the cage in my hand, I walked to the living room, put the cage on the carpet, and I let him out. Eddy exploded out like he was being launched from a canon. Charlie and I watched in amazement as he bounced from one wall to another.

And the timing was perfect, actually. I looked to the clock in the kitchen. Edward's going to be here in . . . the doorbell rang. Now.

I ran up to get Eddy, and once I captured him, I walked to the door. Edward was there, a shiny smile harbored on his face. "You got a dog?" He asked suspiciously . . . and worriedly, as he looked Eddy right in the eye.

I nodded. "You wanna hold him?" I stepped up to him, advertising the amazingly cuteness of this puppy.

Immediately he stepped back with his hands up. "No." Jeez, what's wrong with this cute little puppy?

Charlie walked up behind me. "Edward." He greeted unwillingly. Well, at least he made the effort.

He put his hands down and faced him politely, "Good afternoon, Charlie."

Charlie had, "its Mr. Swan, to you, punk", written all over his face. But I ignored him, and motioned for Edward to come inside. He did, I closed the door, and once again, unleashed the beast. He threw himself at Edward's legs. I laughed as Edward kept stepping backwards.

"C'mon, just hold him!" I pressed playfully.

He shook his head. And all I could think of was to put on my puppy-dog face. Usually it works. Edward put his head down in defeat, and looked at the puppy, who was now biting his shoelaces. And reluctantly, Edward bent down, and picked him up. And as Eddy settled down in Edward's strong arms, I couldn't help but to let out an, "Aw. . ."

Edward rolled his eyes, and with one hand, he petted the puppy's head. Even Charlie thought it was cute.

"He's kind of sweet." Edward smiled at the puppy, but my eyes grew wide.

"Uh . . . Edward?" I walked up to them and took Eddy from Edward . . . revealing a large wet stain on Edward's shirt.

He looked down with as wide of eyes as me. "Um . . ." I put Eddy back in his crate and ran into the kitchen where I grabbed a paper towel. "I think it's a dominance thing. Or he's just exited."

Charlie turned around and coughed to hide his laughter. And when he couldn't hide it much longer, he walked into the living room, and resumed his football game.

I got the towel wet, and gave it to Edward. Annoyed, he wiped at his shirt.

I looked behind me at Charlie. "Dad? Can Edward borrow one of your shirts?"

For Charlie, that was translated as, "Dad? Can Edward have one of your kidneys?"

And even though it was rude, Charlie's eyes widened. I looked at him sternly so he would calm down. But Edward stopped me.

"No, it's . . ." he wiped at his shirt again. ". . . okay, I'll just go. . . ."

"No!" I grabbed his arm. "He'll be glad to lend you one." I turned to him, "Right, Charlie?" I said trough my teeth.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just don't take the one . . ." he started, but I snapped my head to him, and Charlie put up his hands again defensively.

I nodded approvingly and ran up the stairs.

Each step I took, I felt guiltier for leaving Edward, with a pee stain on his shirt, alone with Charlie. But I shook it off and I turned into his room, and grabbed a shirt that he never wears, so he'd be feeling less angry. It was one of his police tee shirts. I ran back downstairs and threw it to Edward. He caught it awkwardly.

"I'm really, really, really sorry, Edward." I bent down next to Eddy's cage.

He sighed and smiled at me weakly. "It's okay. Emmett'd get a kick out of this little puppy, though. What's his name?"

And as the answer appeared in Charlie's mind, Edward's eyes widened. "No!" he mouthed. I couldn't help but smile at how Edward reacted to this. I had to admit, the entire time I knew about Eddy's name, I always imagined different Edward faces. Like, maybe he'd be frustrated, embarrassed, or angry. Honestly, though, this time, he seemed to be all three.

"The dog's name's Eddy!" Charlie called from the living room, for I never technically answered him. And by the tone in his voice, I could tell that Charlie had to be the one to break the bad news to Edward. This was getting old.

Edward slumped his shoulders. "You named him Eddy?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I didn't. I think his old owners did," I defended myself.

Blindly, Edward crinkled his nose in disgust. But come on, he had to like this. An adorable creature having the same name as him! Well, kind of the same name. But Edward just gets so uptight when anyone calls him Eddy.

And as I stood up, I heard a ringing. Edward reached into his pocket, said, "Excuse me, a moment," and answered the phone. "Hello?" he answered in his velvety voice ". . . . Yeah, I know . . . Mmhmm . . . already . . . you're getting a little slow." He hung up, a little perturbed.

I looked at Charlie, who was watching TV, not caring what we were saying, so I whispered. "Who was that?"

He leaned in and whispered. "Alice just called to tell me that your brand new puppy would have an accident on me."

I chuckled.

"So . . ." he started as he looked at the shirt in his hands. "Why'd you get a dog, anyways?"

I looked at him, not sure what to think about how he said that. I wasn't exactly sure if it was a, "I hate your dog, why'd you get it?" or a, "How could you get a . . . gross dog?" But I let it slide, no matter how mean he meant it. So I just answered him as civilly as I could, "Because," I looked at Eddy. "I wanted one."

He wasn't satisfied. "Why?"

"Because, puppies are cute and I'm sorry if one peed on you, but that doesn't mean that they are bad."

He put up his hands, "I'm not saying they are . . ."

I finished for him, "You're just saying that they don't suit you, blah, blah. But they suit me." I ran up to the crate, opened it, and took Eddy up the stairs. Edward followed.

And once we were in my room, I opened the crate, and Eddy walked out, a little more tired from being a pistol the entire day.

Edward stood by the window cautiously. "I don't want to . . ."

I laughed and looked up at him. "Eat it?"

"I won't." He assured me. "But it looks . . ."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I can see how a poor innocent golden retriever looks yummy you."

He looked annoyed, and I changed the subject quickly, for even though I've known this dog an hour, I hated to think of him being . . . eaten.

"Hey, Edward," I itched Eddy's ear. "Do you think that we could bring Eddy to the rest of thee Cullen clan?" I asked in a haughty accent.

Luckily, his previous frustration lightened and he smiled. "I guess."

Right when he said that, my face lightened and I picked up Eddy and headed for the door. He looked after me. "Now?" he called, confused.

"Yeah! I want them to see him!"

He shrugged, and after he changed into Charlie's shirt in the bathroom, we came downstairs, and got into Edward's shiny Volvo, with Eddy on my lap.

The ride was silent . . . as I hoped it wouldn't be. Edward still resented Eddy for peeing on him, but he didn't want to show it. Also, I could tell that Edward was trying his best so he wouldn't kill my puppy. Of course, I'm not saying that he would. I know he's not going to. But I'm assuming that animals are a whole lot different then humans. It's just . . . he's used to animals.

I shuddered and hugged Eddy.

As we arrived, I smiled at Edward and stepped out, made sure that the leash was secure and ran out to the front porch, while Edward turned the car off dreadfully slow for him. I knocked on the door, and before I was finished with the second knock, the door opened and I saw Alice's cheerful face standing at the door.

"Oh my god, your puppy is so cute!" She shrieked as she got on her knees to give Eddy a kiss on the head.

I smiled. "Edward doesn't seem to think so."

Alice looked at me, confused, and then looked past Eddy to see Edward. "Hey, you! Why don't you like this little bundle of joy!" She ruffled his fur.

He groaned and walked up to us. "He peed on me."

Alice laughed, "I know," and quietly said, "Good boy," to Eddy.

She looked up to me. "Oh, Bella, I'm so glad you brought him!"

Jasper appeared behind her. "Who got a dog?" He asked.

I raised my hand. "Me, his name is Eddy."

Jasper and Alice laughed in chorus, but I interrupted them. "That was his name before. I had nothing to do with the naming."

"Mmhmm," Jasper laughed and bent down to pet Eddie. "Hey, Edward, nice shirt. Doughnut Squad?"

Oh yeah, that's why my Dad never wears that shirt. Edward looked down, and once he read it, he glared at me. I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."