Here comes the second chapter where Charlie confronts The Cullens' and askes them answers he wants.

For the first time in life my hands were shaking very badly.

They never shook even Renee left me with Bella, not even when Bella was coming from Phoenix after her injury, neither when she was in her zombie state, suffering over the loss of her love, not when I was escorting my little girl down the aisle where she turned into a beautiful woman. But for the first time they were trembling with fear of what I will find when I see my daughter, who was keeping these many secrets from me. Who has now changed into some abnormal person.

Many questions were running in my mind at a dizzying speed while I drove the thirty minutes ride to the Cullen Mansion.

What will she look like? Will she will also feel cold to me? Will her eyes be her usual brown or the usual golden eyes all the Cullen people had? Will her voice sound the usual? Will I be able to get my daughter back? What will that child look like? What does Edward and the others have to say about that? Why did they didn't tell me? Was she really in that Atlanta centre for recovery? Who else were involved with Jacob in that animal thing?

What else have been they all hiding from me?

And above all that I felt betrayed by everyone! My own daughter betrayed me by not telling me the basic details about the life she wanted to head into. The person whom I considered my son, Jacob, hid from me that he could morph into a giant wolf. My best friend, with whom I shared my every thought, never told me he knew about all this.

For the first time I felt like I was alone, and didn't know whom I could trust.

I turned the last corner. There was now only a few minutes left before I would see my Bella. My daughter who has changed in God knows what.

The few minutes drive felt like an eternity. My heart kept racing at a dangerous speed in my chest and my mind too worked fast that I felt I may faint anytime now. When I reached the Cullen mansion, I didn't turn off the engine for a few more moments. I was nervous beyond hell. The anticipation of not knowing what was waiting for me inside kept my heart racing in a sprint. The roar of the engine didn't let me hear my heart beat clearly. Bella is fine. She is still there. Just a little changed. I kept murmuring in my mind like a mantra while I tried to keep my mind not racing in those directions where my heart didn't want to go.

I finally cut down the engine.

It was now or never. I only wanted two things. One, to see my Bella and to see what they had did to her. And second, I wanted answers. I was fed up of lies and always being in the dark.

They had kept so many things from me, but not anymore. I was going to make they say everything, every single thing, to me. There will only be answers now, no more lies. With that in my mind, I made my way out of the car to the huge mansion, slamming my door hardly.

I crossed the grass, then the stairs, and finally the porch. I was suddenly more nervous with every step I took.

I took two deep breaths to control myself.

I have seen already do much today. Nothing much is left. I tried to console myself. With that I finally knocked the door which would open with all the answers I needed and wanted.

It was silent for a long agonizing half minute. In that half minute I started making many scenarios, such as Bella was not home; they all left; they are scared – the last one to make myself feel better.

Finally the door was opened by Carlisle – the man about whom I always thought of as the perfect man ever. The man I knew will always take care of my daughter, weather his son does or not.

We both looked at each other for a quiet long seconds. I glared at him with skeptical and disbelief and distrustful eyes. I trusted him with my daughter, trusted over his words that he will always take care of my baby, and what he did? He lied to me? He kept from me that my baby was nearly on the deathbed. While that blond man looked at me with shame and apologize in his eyes, because he knew that I knew that I had been lied to. Not just once but again and again.

"Hello Charlie." He greeted me with that warmth again, but his eyes were vary. He was sorry that I was being lied to, by him, by his family.

"Carlisle." I acknowledged him stiffly, my eyes not showing any trace of forgiveness. "Where's Bella?" I demanded. I didn't wait for any answer. I walked to him and was about to cross him when I heard a bell like sound saying "right here, dad."

My body froze and my muscles became as hard as stone.

This was what I dreaded the most. That my baby will not be herself anymore.

Her voice had always been beautiful, melodic, a rough melody, but never this melodious. Never did it sounded like bells were ringing in her throat.

I tried to look at the source of this sound with narrowed eyes, when suddenly my eyes became as wide as ever when I saw Bella sitting on the couch with a small bundle in her arms and Edward beside her. There she was sitting, looking as incredulous as Edward. Her cheeks were not her alabaster ivory skin, but it felt like she was craved from pale white stone. How come she get changed into one of them! I knew that I was never going to have a proper time with Bella. I had lost my only daughter. What if she doesn't likes me too? I cannot bear that! But she had left me with no choice but to bear my weakness. What if it was all a stupid prank, some real prank that all the kids played now and then? But I knew it was not going to happen. I knew Bella and I knew that she was never going to come back to me.

I finally blinked with hope that once my eyes reopen, my Bella will be back in her usual form. But no! It didn't happen. My daughter has really changed into something else. She now belonged to the Cullens' in every way.

I tried to make my voice as stern as possible but it came in an almost muted whisper when I asked for confirmation "Is that you, Bella?"

Her eyebrows knitted together just like she did when she was sorry about something. "Yup." She confirmed and then continued in her bell like voice, "Hi, Dad."

My legs were shaking, buy I steadied myself somehow by taking a fee deep breathes.

This is not that bad. I tried to console myself. She was dying, it was important. She could have died.

To my utter dazed haze, where I didn't know how to keep myself steady and console myself, one more voice made me lose my little steadiness that I had gained. "Hey Charlie." Jacob's voice came from some corner. "How're things?"

Disturbing, maddening, world-shattering.

I almost glowered at that over-confident boy but when I looked at him, I found that little boy, Seth, who was not even sixteen, sitting with him. This means that Seth was involved in all this turning into a animal nonsense! He could also change himself into a gigantic animal. I shuddered as Goosebumps raised on my hands.

Then I recalled once Bella saying that it was Sam and his group – they were a cult.

Understanding dawned on me. It was not just two or three boys. It was a whole group of boys. Seth, Embry, Quil, Jacob, Sam and his friends. They all were included in all this.

I shuddered more. But the more important person was waiting for my response.

I looked back at Bella, and my insides started crying seeing her different form.

I slowly walked to my daughter – changed or not, she is still my daughter – keeping my best to not let my hands shake. My son-in-law smiled apologetically at me. I glared at him when I was standing a few feet away from them. I then looked back at my daughter who was eyeing me with apology, shame, fear, and what else.

At least I could still see through her. Her eyes still held their depth.

But then again her eyes were changed too.

Both of our eyes had always been same. I was always giddy when I said that my daughter has my eyes, but now, her eyes were not mine anymore. They were in a muddy chocolate brown colour. Not her usual brown colour.

She is changed from head to toe.

Except for her hair.

At least she still had my hair. Some of her old form was still with her.

But was she really here? Was she still my daughter?

"Bella?" I asked again.

This time she spoke in a low voice that the new bells in her tone were not that audible but still recognizable. "It's really me."

My body shook with anger and many words were going to spill out of mouth so I locked my jaw to keep my mouth shut. She understood by my expression that she was in deep trouble. "I'm sorry, Dad." She murmured quietly. Her voice still new to me.

But the first thing that came from my mouth was not any accusation, but the worry for my daughter. "Are you okay?" I demanded, my voice showing how weak I felt at the moment.

"Really and truly great," She murmured. "Healthy as a horse."

That was my Bella. My daughter. Always finding some way to say things in a witty manner. To calm my senses.

"Jake told me this was… necessary. That you were dying." Please tell me it is not true. That you were not that ill.

Bella looked like she was in a deep trouble, as she looked down and leaned on Edward taking a deep breath. Edward squeezed her shoulders and she looked at me. "Jacob was telling you the truth." She confirmed.

The anger which had subsided minutely returned in double force.

"That makes one of you," I growled. Even she had been lying from me from the past eighteen months, from the past two weeks.

Bella's face once again turned into remorse and hurt. I could read from her new eyes that she was sorry for hiding this from me, that she was sorry for betraying me.

My hard voice made the small bundle in Bella's arms shift around a little. Bella looked at her with worried eyes – worried eyes of a mother – and so did Edward. I looked at her properly and found that beneath the small blanket was lying a very fragile baby with alabaster skin, a skin just like my old Bella. "Oh!" I mumbled, dazed.

All my anger evaporated at once. The feeling of betrayal and distrust melted when I again looked at the very small and tiny hand. "This is her. The orphan Jacob said you're adopting." I asked, amazed and shocked beyond words.

Edward interjected. "My niece." He murmured.

Lie. He was again telling me a lie. He didn't have any family to have any niece! "I thought you'd lost your family." I muttered, accusation could be heard clear in my voice.

He shook his head slightly and smiled. "I lost my parents. My older brother was adopted, like me. I never saw him after that. But the courts located me when he and his wife died in a car accident, leaving their only child without any other family."

His voice was steady, his face showing that he was innocent and was trying to say the truth. But I was not only his wife's father but also the chief of police. I knew he was lying. How could the court surrender a small child to a newly married couple – where both of the partners were just nineteen – and declared themselves as his uncle and aunt when they didn't maintain any contact in so many years?

This was so ludicrous. Did they still believe that I will fall in their trap of lies anymore?!

The small baby peeked at me from Bella's hair. She glanced very shyly at me through her small lashes and again hid her face in Bella's brown locks. But the one second my eyes made contact with hers made me amazed by her.. She was definitely one charismatic little baby. "She's… she's, well, she's a beauty." I murmured, still looking at the back of the baby. Her tiny hand was gripping Bella's shirt and Bella too looked at her. Her eyes shining with her warmth and love for the baby.

"Yes." Edward agreed in an instant. He too looked in awe of the tiny girl, his eyes shining with so much love and warmth and happiness.

This all felt so wrong. Not the baby. But their concern and love for her in their small age. They were not ready yet. They were too small. Just nineteen. How can they take responsibility of her.

"Kind of a big responsibility, though. You two are just getting started." I murmured gently, looking first at Bella than at Edward. But their expression showed that they were ready for her.

Edward shook his head slightly. "What else could we do?" He asked instead as he brushed his fingers on the small face of the girl. "Would you have refused her?" He asked as he looked at me with questioning eyes.

"Humph." I huphed as he knew he had me there. What did Jake called her? Ren... Nessie? "Well, Jake says you call her Nessie."

"No, we don't." Bella said too loud and angry. She glared at Jake first then she looked at me with soft eyes after looking at Nessie. "Her name is Renesmee."

But my baby was too small to be a mother! "How do you feel about this? Maybe Carlisle and Esme could—"

She cut me off. "She's mine, I want her."

She was, for once, looking very angry. I frowned. "You gonna make me a grandpa so young?" I joked with little curiosity.

Grandfather. This word felt so nice to say out loud. Maybe I wanted to be one!

Edward smiled and looked first at Carlisle then at me. "Carlisle is a grandfather, too."

I too looked at Carlisle who was still standing at the door. He himself looked so young, that one would think of him as Edward's brother, not his father. But he smiled at me very warmly. Silently communicating that he was ready for the title of grandfather.

I snorted and Carlisle smiled which made me laugh. If that so young looking old man was ready to be called a grampa, then so was I. "I guess that does sort of make me feel better."

My eyes followed back to the small bundle, who would call me grampa. For the first time since I came here I smiled with relief. In all this chaos, I have finally found some really happiness in the form of a baby girl. "She sure is something to look at." I mumbled.

I was about to laugh with relief when something happened that I was not expecting even in the deepest of hell which made me gasp in horror.

The baby again turned and this time, she looked fully in my eyes and I got to really see her. She had Edward's features. His bronze hair, cheekbones, nose, brows, everything, except for the eyes. She had Bella's eyes. She had my eyes.

There was no way this baby could look exactly a combination of Bella and Edward if she was not their child. It was as clear as clouds in Forks that she was their baby. Not of Edward's brother as he had said. But really theirs.

But how could that be possible?!

If she was as big as approximately three to four months, this means she was born in somewhat June. But the whole June Bella was in front if me. The hell June, she was in front of for the whole time since she came here. And if this baby was born in June, as I am imagining, then...

I started hyperventilating. My breathing and heartbeat could be heard to anyone in this silent hall.

I started counting backwards. Trying to fit the nine months in the last months. Bella didn't have a huge belly that time. Edward was not even here in Forks during the last September to impregnate my baby. So how could this happen?

Something was not right here!

If Bella had been pregnant even during her wedding, I would have come to know. I was not that blind. She was not pregnant before the wedding. Of this I was sure. Then how? It had only been a month since the wedding! From thirteenth of August to thirteenth of September. There is no way Bella could conceive and deliver the child within one month.

Then Jacob's words started to ring in my mind. Charlie, you don't live in the world you thought you lived in.

I felt a warm hand pat on my back. I looked at the source and found Jacob patting my back in assurance. He whispered in my ear "Need to know, Charlie. It's okay. I promise." I gulped and nodded.

I looked at Jacob, then at Bella, then at my grandchild – she was my grandchild, not an adopted child, but truly mine in every way that counts – and finally at Edward, who was sitting calmly, one hand on Bella's shoulder while the other holding my granddaughter.

My hands clenched in tight fists in their own accord as I took one step towards Edward. My eyes felt they will pop out of my sockets with the fury that was burning in them.

"I don't want to know everything, but I'm done with the lies!" I said through clenched teeth. I wanted to shout but I didn't want to frighten the precious baby.

"I'm sorry," That boy said calmly, "but you need to know the public story more than you need to know the truth. If you're going to be part of this secret, the public story is the one that counts. It's to protect Bella and Renesmee as well as the rest of us. Can you go along with the lies for them?"

He was silently telling me the story which he told me was a public story. Not the truth. Because the truth was Nessie was mine. She was really my grandchild. I was really her grandfather.

At least it was a relief that he silently confirmed that I was not imagining things. God knows how, somehow, my daughter had conceived and given birth to a girl within the span of one month. I huffed and glared at Bella. "You might've given me some warning, kid." Surely a huge blow for such an old man was not a good thing!

"Would it really have made this any easier?" She asked.

I frowned. She was willingly going for all this. Not in anyone's influence. But still she was going to do all this. Hurt her old man.

My legs gave up and I fell on my knees in front of my baby. I never felt emotionally so weak as I was feeling now. I wanted to shout at her, to be angry on her, but I was drained completely from my mind. I felt I am all worked out.

The small baby, my granddaughter could see I was in state to find mental peace. She lifted her one tiny hand, as if she could console me. But she was stopped by Bella as she restrained Nessie from reaching to me.

But then I felt something was odd.

I looked again, and saw that Nessie, my almost physically less than six months old child, had a perfect pair of white teeth already!

I looked at how Nessie put her tiny hand – that too herself – against Bella's cheek as if she was communicating to her.

She was already steady for such a small kid. "Whoa?!" I gasped. Amazed, terrified, horrified. Nessie looked back at me. "How old is she?" I demanded.

"Um..." Bella hesitated as she looked first at me then at her daughter and then finally at Edward.

Edward took over. "Three months, rather, she's the size of a three-month-old, more or less. She's younger in some ways, more mature in others."

I could see that.

As if my grandchild knew we were talking about her, she, very slowly, with extreme caution, waved at me with her small hand.

I leaned back a little as I blinked rapidly to check what I saw was true. She actually waved at me. Not an illusion.

An elbow in my hand shook me with me terror. "Told you she was special, didn't I?" I had all but forgot about Jacob. I flinched back from him. For me he was still that horrifying giant animal. "Oh, c'mon, Charlie," Jacob groaned. "I'm the same person I've always been. Just pretend this afternoon didn't happen."

My lips turned white as snow at the reminder but I nodded anyway. Anything to forget those five minutes.

Then I recalled that I wanted some more answers from Jacob too. "Just what is your part in all this, Jake?" I asked. "How much does Billy know? Why are you here?" I asked to the boy who was looking at Nessie with extreme adoration and love.

How can he look at my granddaughter like that. She is not his!

He looked at me. "Well, I could tell you all about it – Billy knows absolutely everything – but it involves a lot of stuff about werewo—"

"Ungh!" I protested, covering his ears. I never want to hear that word again. "Never mind."

"Everything's going to be great, Charlie. Just try to not believe anything you see." He murmured, consoling me, as he patted my back again with deliberate cautiousness.

I exhaled loudly. Just wait till I meet Billy. I am going to screw him for hiding all this for me. I muttered, my lips moving very fast for me that I even stumbled on my own words.

Can something please happen which is not this drastic and less excruciating?!

And suddenly, that big bulky boy, Emmett, shouted "Go Gators!"

I and Jacob both jumped at that sudden sound and looked at the boy who was busy watching television.

Was the television on all the time?

He was watching some sports.

At least this could help me be in the reality for a good time. I thought. "Florida winning?" I asked him.

"Just scored the first touchdown." He said, still looking at the television. Then he turned and looked at Bella, waggling his eyebrows. "'Bout time somebody scored around here."

I didn't miss the meaning of his innuendo which was pointed at my daughter, but I let it go. I didn't want to think about my daughter in the bed with her husband.

I sucked a deep breath, trying to lose all the knots that were formed inside me. I straightened myself and stood over, passing Jacob, and fell on the open chair in front of Edward and Bella so that I could see the match. "Well," I sighed, "I guess we should see if they can hold on to the lead."

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We watched the television. Actually Emmett watched along with others while I watched a little. In every one minute I looked back at Bella and my Nessie who were sitting with Edward's arms around them in a protective way. Bella didn't say much. I guess she was also not used to her new voice. Edward sometimes glowered, sometimes laughed, but all in all, one could see how protective he was of Bella and Nessie, who had slept after a small time in Bella's arms.

Jacob sometimes came towards me to ensure me that everything was alright whenever I saw something like it was not natural, like Edward and Emmett talking very slowly at a distance of almost ten feet, and still able to hear every word crystal clear, even when the volume of television was not that low. I even shuddered from him, but after a while I relaxed. He was not going to change with everyone here.

The Blondie, Rosalie, felt different, strange, protective about Nessie like she was her mother. She even had the nerve to say to Bella what she should do with Nessie when even Esme wasn't saying something. I had a doubt that she wanted to have Nessie to herself. Treat her like she was her daughter and not Bella's. I decided to warn Bella about her someday.

And it was more hard to be angry from Alice and Esme. I was angry with them, but it evaporated easily. Alice even clicked some pictures of Bella with Nessie and almost everyone, including me too.

I wanted to hold Nessie, but it seemed like Bella was holding her for her dear life.

Thinking of my grandchild was like I was drinking some flavoured water for the first time. I was not used to it, but it felt natural in announcing myself as her real grandpa. Grampa. I was eagerly waiting for that day already when she will call me that.

Jacob and Seth too behaves in their usual self – in their pre wolf stage – must likr the boys I knew. The boys who just lived for food as they went in the kitchen about every half hour to feed themselves, and Esme never said no to them. She treated them as if she was their mother too. Strange, but it was Esme for you.

Seth had to go for a small time outside the house, but when he came, he announced "Charlie, mom is going to make dinner for you and Billy. They both want to talk to you." I didn't linger on how come he went to his mother and came back in ten minutes, but I accepted the invitation. I wanted to have a talk with both of them.

I also didn't miss the many innuendos Emmett was pointing at my daughter, but I let it go every time. It was better to stay in oblivion than to think of my daughter and my son-in-law in an intimate way.

We watched two football match, the after commentary, news. It was good to watch that somewhere on earth things were going the usual way, not like with me.

When the sun finally settled, I stood up. It was now time for some more answers from my best friend and my friend, to whom I shared my every thought, every thing with.

But one topic was still left for discussion.

Renee.

I was about to leave the Cullen house, reluctantly. My one foot was outside the door, while the other one inside. Bella was standing with me and with her daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in the cradle of her arms.

"I don't know how much we should tell Renée about this," I said. Renee was never the one for such things. If she would come to know she I'll faint in one nano-second.

Bella nodded as she chewed her bottom lip. It was good to see that the small traits – which made her Bella – were still with her. "I know. I don't want to freak her out. Better to protect her. This stuff isn't for the fainthearted."

My lips turned upwards slightly at this. She was right. There is no way Renee can know about this. Not if we want her hospitalized. She would have tried to protect Bella if she knew about this. "I would have tried to protect you, too, if I'd known how. But I guess you've never fit into the fainthearted category, have you?" I said. She was never one for those. She was always a strong kid, right since she was seven.

My stomach growled and I patted it lightly. I didn't eat much food here today. Alice and Esme had asked if I wanted something, but I said no after they asked for third time as I was the only one who age, other than Jacob and Seth who are like they haven't ate from ages. "I'll think of something. We've got time to discuss this, right?" I asked indirectly. All I wanted to know was that my girl – both of my girls – were safe and were going to stay with me for as long as they can.

"Right." She promised with her smile.

Seth came from the kitchen where he was eating something again with Jacob, who was still fumbling in the kitchen. "You gonna stand Billy and my mom up, Charlie? C'mon. Bella and Nessie will be here tomorrow. Let's get some grub, eh?" How can he still be hungry? But then I recalled that he was not only a boy, but could also turn into animals. I shuddered, but not visibly.

He left saying he had to go in the first for some stuff. I looked at him as he disappeared in the trees, and then looked again at Bella.

"Jake says you guys were going to take off on me?" I murmured silently. The only voice coming was of the music which Edward was playing on the piano.

She looked at the sky outside, then at me after a long time.

"I didn't want to do that if there was any way at all around it. That's why we're still here."

"He said you could stay for a while, but only if I'm tough enough, and if I can keep my mouth shut."

"Yes… but I can't promise that we'll never leave, Dad. It's pretty complicated..."

Complicated? How much more com can it be than it was now? Will they again lie to me?

"Need to know," he reminded me.

"Right."

"You'll visit, though, if you have to go?"

"I promise, Dad. Now that you know just enough, I think this can work. I'll keep as close as you want."

Please! My insides were singing with delight and joy. She will not go away. Not without telling me.

I looked at my baby, my little girl. She had now became a woman in every way.

I cautiously leaned toward her with my extended arms. I just wanted to hold my baby with me, and never let her go. And now I had one more reason to hold her onto. The reason which was sleeping, oblivious to what all she is surrounded with.

I enveloped my baby in my arms as she hugged me with one hand, her other hand still holding Nessie.

I knew she would be cold, but to imagine her cold and to feel her as cold as ice were two different things. I could feel the Goosebumps which had been formed where she had touched. But it was just a small price to pay in front of keeping Bella with me.

"Keep real close, Bells," I requested in a mumble. "Real close."

"Love you, Dad," She whispered, but her voice sounded strained, like she was in deep pain. I shivered imagining I had hurt my child. She dropped her arm imagining I shivered due to her chilled body.

"Love you, too, kid. Whatever else has changed, that hasn't."

It was the truest thing I have said to her. And it will till remain true no matter what. Not just for my little girl, but for her little girl too. She too had wrapped me in her little finger, just like her mom did, when she was just born.

I touched Nessie's pink rosy cheek. This was the thing she had inherited from Bella, including her eyes. "She sure looks a lot like you."

She tried her best to keep her face casual, but couldn't. I could read on her face that she wanted to tell me that she was her child, but couldn't. To save me, and her.

"More like Edward, I think. She has your curls."

I was going to deny, but then I examined this little girl's hair. It had bronze locks which were in curls. My curls. I was elated. Beyond words. She had inherited something from me too. But I tried to keep it casual. No need to show her that I knew she was my real grandchild. If she wanted this, then I'll do that.

I snorted. "Huh. Guess she does. Huh. Grandpa." No. Grampa sounds more perfect. It's decided. She'll call me grampa. Grampa Charlie. It sounds so good. Will she like it too? I shook my head. I was going crazy.

"Do I ever get to hold her?" I asked. Bella blinked rapidly, shock clear on her now pale face. She looked at me, then at Nessie. She deliberated on it for a moment then nodded saying "here" as she gave me that precious bundle.

I forgot how to cradle a baby in arms, but my hands remembered it. They automatically made a cradle for her., though it was at a little awkward angle. Bella, as if she is experienced in it, tucked Nessie in my arms.

It felt so good, so ecstatic to hold her. My eyes never left her beautiful face. My brown eyes longed to see her eyes – my eyes – which were now hidden behind her eyelids. Though she was hot, as hot as Jacob – the exact opposite of her parents – she felt right. Like she always belonged here.

She was heavy as per the usual kids. "She's… sturdy." I mumbled to myself.

Bella grimaced at my expression. She didn't like that. I quickly corrected myself. "Sturdy is good." But I guess when you are surrounded with such abnormal things, you have to be sturdy. "She'll need to be tough, surrounded by all this craziness." Nessie seemed to be sleeping peacefully. My hands, on their own accord, started swaying her to and fro, from side to side.

"Prettiest baby I ever saw," I murmured looking at her serene face. I reluctantly lifted my eyes from her to look at my daughter, "including you, kid. Sorry, but it's true."

"I know it is." She mumbled, not al all offended that I called her second beautiful. But that's the beauty of being a parent

"Pretty baby." I cooed again as I again looked at my now little girl.

Seth came back from the trees. "Charlie! I'm hungry! Let's go!" He urged.

Will I get some more time with my girls? "Can I come back tomorrow?" I asked Bella, silently hoping that I could come here tomorrow.

"Sure, Dad. Of course. We'll be here." She confirmed my silent question.

"You'd better be!" I said sternly, still looking at Nessie with pure adoration on my face. She was really a charming beauty to hold anyone around her little finger in no time. I kissed her hot forehead. "See you tomorrow, Nessie."

"Not you, too!" Bella groaned.

"Huh?"

"Her name is Renesmee. Like Renée and Esme, put together. No variations." It was such a honourable thing Bella did. To name her daughter at the name of her both grandmothers. But Renee will not be able to know this. She cannot know that she had a real grandchild.

"Do you want to hear her middle name?" Bella asked when I didn't say anything.

"Sure."

"Carlie. With a C. Like Carlisle and Charlie put together."

This was not expected. It was so amazing to hold a child – my daughter's child – who is named after me. My face turned up into a big stupid grin. I was honoured beyond words. From the corner of my eyes I saw Carlisle wearing the same smile I had on my face. "Thanks, Bells." I murmured. Really grateful that she thought this much about me.

"Thank you, Dad. So much has changed so quickly. My head hasn't stopped spinning. If I didn't have you now, I don't know how I'd keep my grip on... on reality."

At least my daughter was happy in this life. I could surely live with that.

My stomach growled when both of us were silent. We both were never used to these emotional moments. I laughed.

"Go eat, Dad. We will be here." She promised again. I nodded and with a last look to the people inside – where they all seemed casual with Carlisle reading a big book, Esme drawing something, Alice sitting on the stairs with Jasper's head in his lap, and Rosalie and Emmett doing something with the cards – I gave Renesmee back to Bella. The music on the piano played by Edward changed into another tune.

I again looked at the view inside. They were not preparing anything for evening. Except for Jacob who was still busy with his food. There was a difference in the environment today. No lies, no appearances, no more charade. They were being themselves, honouring with my request of no lies. I shuddered imagining what all they did and how will my daughter and granddaughter adjust here.

With the last look to Edward, to the boy who has now responsibility of not one but two girls, I murmured "See you tomorrow, Bella." She chewed on her lip, slightly looking like my old Bella. I frowned. "I mean, it's not like you don't look… good. I'll get used to it."

"Thanks, Dad." She mumbled, really grateful that I was accepting her.

I nodded for the last time to her, and walked away to my car.

Now it was time.

For some more answers from my friends.

And to meet Sue too.

And for delicious dinner.

I motioned to Seth to come with me, and together we went to LaPush.

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