Disclaimer: I wish I owned Twilight but I do not. Instead, I bring myself immense joy by changing the story and writing my own!
BPOV
As Paul and I gazed out the window of dad's truck during the drive that seemed to last forever, we finally passed a sign that read: "Noonday, Texas. Population: 614." Dad's lips turned up in a smile as we entered a quaint town and I could help but smile at the thought of finally escaping Sam's grasp.
I was disturbed by my thoughts when we turned off of the main road and down a long driveway to where I could only assume is our house. As the trees because few, a large plantation house came into view. Although dad had told me time and time again how big the main house was, nothing prepared me for the gorgeous structure before my eyes.
There was a slender woman pulling weeds out of the ground beside the steps of the house and an older man who I assumed to be her husband coming out the front door and waving at us as we drove by. We took a slight turn away from the house and continued past a large barn. This brought me out of my reverie and I couldn't help but wonder where my favorite boys were.
"Dad, where's Emmett and Jacob?" I asked dad. "Your brothers wanted to be here but they had to bring the horses in before the big storm with Maria's boys." Dad explained. We once again drove down a wooded driveway before passing a house in the process of being built and finally coming upon a house that looked like home. Dad stopped in front of the three car garage and the three of us hopped out of the truck.
"Well, this is home. I'll show you two to your rooms but then I have a surprise for the both of you." Dad motioned for us to follow him up the steps and into the house. When we walked through the front door, I couldn't help but notice all of the pictures hanging on the walls of my brothers and I as we grew up. Dad led us around the main floor showing us the living room, kitchen, and bathroom before leading us to the stairs and going upstairs. We passed a closed door on the left that dad pointed out as Jacob's room and then an open door on the right to what I assumed was Emmett's. We came to a stop at the next door on the right.
"Well Paul, I know it's not much but I figured you'd be fine with a bed, dresser, and closet." Dad said. Paul's eyes lit up. "Thank you so much Charlie! I can't thank you enough for letting me live here." They shared a manly hug before dad and I left Paul to unpack his stuff. We continued down the hallway before reaching the end and I turned the doorknob and walked into my new bedroom, one that I didn't have to share with a man who laid his hands on me. I looked around at the pale gray walls and fell in love immediately. My bed was a full-size, white princess-style bed. My bedding was bright and lit up the room and I couldn't help but notice the large bay window that looked over a beautiful lake behind the house. There was a small desk in one corner and I had a large comfy looking chair nestled in another with a bookshelf already stocked with some of my favorite books as well as some new ones.
"Well, do you like it?" I turned around to see Charlie nervously rubbing the back of his neck and flung myself at him. "I love it daddy!" I said. I removed myself from his embrace when I noticed another door against the same wall as my bedroom door. Turning the doorknob, I slowly opened the door and came face-to-face with a gorgeous, pristine white bathroom.
"I figured you'd like your privacy from all of the boys so I took that into consideration when picking your room. The boys all share their own bathroom." I nodded graciously at his thoughtfulness. "It's perfect." I replied. "Well, I'll give you a few minutes to unpack but then I need you and Seth to meet me by the garage." With that, dad walked out the door. I unpacked my measly lavender suitcase and stood in front of the bay window gazing across the lake. I couldn't fathom how great it felt to finally be home.
Deciding not to keep my dad waiting any longer, I peaked my head in Paul's room and motioned for him to come with me. We walked down the stairs and outside to find my dad standing by the garage with two sets of keys in his hand. "This key," he motioned to the silver one on each set, "is for the house. You officially live here so it only makes sense that you have a key. This one," he motioned to a bronze key, "is the master key to the big barn we passed on the way back here. Lastly, these keys," he held up two separate keys, "are to your trucks." He finished and tossed us each a set of keys. Paul and I took off into the garage and found our trucks, climbing inside with pure joy etched across our faces. "Thank you!" We rejoiced together.