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The very next day I went in first thing to pick up my hearing aids. I figured it would be best to start hearing from the start of my day.

"Morning Chief Swan," greeted the receptionist.

"Good morning Rose," I warmly replied.

I was quickly shuffled back into the room and given my hearing aids.

"Just make sure you clean them properly and wear them every day. You'll be amazed at what you hear," stated the technician.

The moment I had them placed in my ears and turned on it was amazing what I could hear. It was like I had never heard anything in my life before. I could hear the receptionist out front answering the phone and directing people in the waiting room.

"Thank you for calling Forks Ears, how may I direct your call?" answered Rose. It was one of the most beautiful things I had heard and she was out front!

I headed to the station with a hidden smile, as I hadn't informed anyone, but Bella about the changes that I was going to be experiencing. It would be nice to hear what my deputies always talked about in hushed tones.

Walking into the station, I was surprised at just how nosy the station actually was. I always had thought that the station was a peaceful place, but apparently I was wrong. The phones were ringing like crazy, copiers were whizzing, and keyboard keys were being clicked at ridiculous rates. It was good to know that everyone was busy and answering the phones properly since I had never heard them do it before. I saw a small gathering of my younger deputies standing at the water cooler with their heads cocked a little closer to each other than normal. I headed towards the coffee pot close to the group, so that I could see what they were talking about.

"…said she was banging half the town in her bedroom. "

"With her dad just downstairs is what the word is."

"She does have a nice ass. She's got that whole innocent little girl thing going on."

"Hell I'd hit it! I've spanked to the thought."

I wandered to my office wondering who they were talking about. Apparently some girl in town had entranced many of male folk and she was using it to her advantage. I wonder who it could be. Of course they said some vulgar things about the woman in question, but I found myself sitting there letting my mind wonder to which of the demure, yet nice looking woman in town the guys were chatting about.

The rest of the day at the station went by smoothly with only a few calls coming in, but nothing out of the ordinary. I packed things away at my desk and headed home still trying to figure out exactly who the deputies were speaking about earlier.

I walked into the house with the smells of dinner wafting through the kitchen and to my nose. Mmmm. Apparently Bells was trying to butter me up for something because it smelled like chicken parmesan. With my new ears, I could hear Bella softly humming a tune as she moved around the kitchen.

"Bells, I'm home!"I called.

"In the kitchen Dad. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. You've got time to wash up and it will be on the table," replied Bella.

We sat down after I cleaned up and enjoyed the scrumptious meal that she had prepared, while I enjoyed the sounds that I have never noticed before. The pans still sizzled from dinner being cooked; the fridge hummed off and on, the faucet dripped at an uneven pace – note to self get that fixed. I didn't tell Bells that I had picked up my ears this morning and thought I would just play it down.

"Really Dad, of all nights to slowly enjoy your dinner you pick tonight. Some of us would like to finish up here," mumbled Bella.

I didn't acknowledge her whispers of impatience as we ate so she wouldn't be any wiser.

I finished my meal and headed to the living room for my nightly ritual of Around the Horn, Sports Center, and then whatever game was on. I struggled with not turning the TV volume down, but wanted to keep up my rouse. Bells, of course, quickly did her homework and excused herself to her room to continue with her nightly ritual.

Once she was safely in her room with the door shut, I gratefully turned down the TV. I was starting to get a headache from the volume. I was grateful that I could finally hear things that I had missed previously. All the sounds of home were things I never knew I missed, but had quickly come appreciate.

I was in the middle of Sports Center when I heard a creaking coming from Bells' corner of the house followed by hushed whispers. I was able to hear the whispers, but not what was being said or who she was talking to. I assumed she was on the phone or talking to herself so I went back to enjoying my programming.

After a few more hours of TV, I decided that I needed to head to bed. I could still hear the whispers from Bells' room and a slightly creaking. Apparently my Bells was a pacer when she talked. That was something I never noticed before. As I made my way upstairs, the noises became clearer. A male's voice was coming from her room as soft moans.

"Is...abella," murmered the male.

"Uhhh. Don't stop! Please don't," replied Bells in a whisper.

The closer I got to the landing, it became excruciatingly obvious that my daughter had a boy in her room and was, ahh, enjoying private time with him.

Standing at the top of the landing, I warred with myself as what to do. My daughter was 18, but it was my house.

"What do you do Charlie? Be the cool Dad and ignore it or bust her?" I questioned myself. How long had this been going on? And how in the hell did a boy sneak into MY house without me knowing it? I am the Chief of police for crying out loud! I should know if someone is sneaking into my own house! Have I really become that lazy in my ways?

I decided that since I hadn't informed Bells about picking up my hearing aids that I would let it go for now. I mean how long had this been going on without my hearing it? I retreated to my room with hopes that whatever they were doing would end quickly and the boy would be on his way.

I laid in bed, continuing to debate with myself and trying to distract myself from the sounds coming from my teenage daughter's room.

"Do I go in? Do I stay put and pray it's over soon? Do I barge in or do I just knock? Who the hell is in there with her? I questioned myself repeatedly.

"Edward…please…right there," moaned my daughter.

I quickly piled more pillows over my head, wishing to fall asleep quickly.

"At least it's her boyfriend," I thought to myself.