"Jake! Cut it out!" I was wiping the flour that Jake just coated me in when Charlie got home.

"Hello?"

"Hey dad, in here!" I yelled in the direction of the front door.

"Smells good. What are you kids making?"

"Homemade pizza," Jake and I spoke in unison. We both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Charlie, I was wondering if I could take Bella on a date Friday night, like dinner and a movie or something." I froze. Charlie shifted his eyes to look at me. I stared back and managed a meek smile.

"Bella?"

"Ya Dad?"

"would you want to?" I nodded.

"Well," Charlie cleared his throat. "Okay then. Um, there's a game on so…" He shuffled off to the living room.

"I can't believe you did that!"

"Did what?" I glared at him. He grinned.

"I was gunna work up to it."

"Well now you don't have to."

"Ya I guess." He turned around to but the pizza in the oven. I grabbed a fist full of flour. "Hey Jake!" as soon as he turned around I threw the flour into his face.

"Oh that's it!" He picked up the flour bin.

"Ut-oh."

By the time dinner was ready, Jake and I were covered in flour, head to toe. Charlie just laughed. He watched us all though dinner. Looking down when he got caught.

"That was great Bells." He pushed his crumb-less plate away from the edge of the table. "Well it's getting kind of late, I don't want to worry Billy." He tuned slightly top wink at me without Charlie seeing. Translation: it's my night for poral and if I'm late, Sam is going to kill me.

I sighed standing up. "I'll walk you out."

"See you later Charlie."

"Ya see you kid."

I followed Jake to the front door.

"Are you sure you have to go?"

"Well I do if we want to go Friday. You still want to go right?"

"Of course!" he chuckled.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." He kissed my forehead and then he was gone.

I turned and trudged back to the kitchen. I pulled a bucket and rag out from under the sink and began sweeping up the scattered flour.

"Hey Bella can you come here for a minute?"I stepped into the living room. I sat down into the worn love seat.

"Ya?"

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"For?"

"Jake. I mean I don't want you or him getting hurt." He looked down, studying his shoes as he continued. "No one is rushing you." He glanced up. Why did he have to choose now to be a dad?

"Dad, I don't know if I ever will be." And that was the truth. I got up and walked back to the kitchen.