Sorry this ones kind of short, but i had to save some stuff for the next chapter that will be up soon !

The next two weeks flew by like movie stuck on fast forward. I lost count of how many times Edward or Alice placed their icy hand on my shoulder and told me it would be okay. Was my fear as concentrated on my face as it was it the pit my stomach, making me want to double over it pain? I knew Edward was under the miscommunication that my fear was focused toward afterwards. He had also pointed out several times that I could change my mind if I wanted to, though he knew that part wasn't even up for discussion.

I awoke one morning and before I could collect myself to remember what day it was, i heard a slight tapping on my door. I sat up confused. It couldn't be Edward or Alice, they would have just used the window.

"Can I come in?" It was Charlie's gruffly voice, but as he spoke through the door his voice burned with sadness.

"Yeah," I squeaked hoping up to put my feet on the floor but Charlie was already crossing the room toward me.

"Bella, honey," he smiled half-heartedly as he mused my hair.

"Yeah Dad?" I asked curiously, why did he seem so sad?

"Can't I come up and talk to my own daughter before she leaves me to get married?"

I was getting married today. I mentally diagnosed myself with some kind of disorder. How could I forget my own wedding day?

"Oh! Dad, I'm so sorry I forgot," I sputtered as I jumped off the bed and fumbled across the room to my alarm clock.

He chuckled, "Bella, relax, you have five hours to get ready."

I tired to listen to him, and relax, as I sank down on the bed next to him. I looked as his face, he was smiling, yet I could see the pain in his eyes, I could taste it too, his misery in the air like bad cologne.

I remembered the day we had first told Charlie we were getting married, and how his anger flared like a bull and I swear, I actually saw steam coming out of his ears. That part wasn't so bad, because I knew I deserved it. But what broke my heart was when he calmed down. I watched his face gently crumble, like an ancient wall that finally had had enough. I knew that my whole visit in Forks with Charlie was one big grief session for him. I ran over the mishaps in my mind, when I had first left him, nearly breaking his heart. When I became a walking zombie right in front of his eyes when Edward had left me. My unexplained three-day trip to Italy plus the discovery of my motorcycle riding experiences, and yet, none of them compared to what I was doing to Charlie now, part of which he still had no clue.

Without thinking, I threw my arms around Charlie's, no, my Dad's, neck and buried my face into his sweater that smelled like musk and rain. I would have said something but my throat was clenched tighter then it had ever been. My Dad hesitated, but then he hugged me back and chuckled into my hair.

"I'm really going to miss having you around Bells."

I nodded into his chest, still unable to speak.

He grasped my shoulders and gently pulled me away to look at my face, "You're sure this is what you want?"

I nodded and he gave me another half hearted smile.

"We'll then what are you waiting for? Here comes the bride doesn't exactly work when there's no bride," he was beginning to sound like Alice.

"Dad, really, you don't have to-"

"Nonsense," he cut me off, "ten years too earlier or not, it is your wedding day."

I blushed and couldn't help but smile.

"Well," he coughed, embarrassed my our little father-daughter moment, "I'll be downstairs if you need me, I'm sure Alice will be here soon?" he asked his tone slightly happier, Charlie had never tried to cover up the fact that Alice was indeed his favorite Cullen.

"Of course," I laughed loosening the knot in my throat.

Charlie had just made it out the door when Alice flew through my window like a rocket. I couldn't even see her face under the pile of… well I don't exactly know what it all was.

"Alice," I hissed, "Charlie will hear you." It was pointless to remind her of this. Alice couldn't make a racket if she tried, her footsteps suggested that she was walking on air.

"Bella," she screeched, "You're getting married today."

I placed my hand over her mouth, "Thanks for reminding me," I grumbled falling backward onto my bed.

She sighed, "Bella, I'm disappointed. I thought you would eventually get over your fear of this wedding. You have-"

"Absolutely nothing to worry about," I finished for her raising my eyebrow.

"Precisely," she smiled.

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