A/N: Loving the fact that people actually enjoy my story. It gives me a purpose…and something to do late at night, so keep up the R/R!

"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to"

BellaPOV

Only a few short hours later and here I am, standing in front of the Chief of Forks Polices' house. Thankfully, I managed to catch the last flight to Forks last night.

Now it's two am and I am standing out in the cold. I stuff my hands into my sweatshirt pocket and gently rub my stomach, reminding myself why I am here. This is all for you, Sweets, all for you.

I sigh loudly as I realize the conversation I am about to have with a man I have not seen or spoken to in more years than I care to remember. But, a father is supposed to help their child when they need it, right? Just accept them willingly? No need for interrogation, right? Open arms and all that lovey dovey bullshit, right?

O.K. Now that is just wishful thinking.

I check the time on my cell and see that I have been standing in the cold for at least fifteen minutes. That is probably not something a pregnant girl should do, so I give myself a swift kick in the ass and move my feet and bags toward the door.

Once I finally get myself on the top step just inches away, I force myself to summon all of my courage and knock as loud as I can muster…Which is apparently not loud enough to wake the sleeping bear inside.

I try knocking again…and again…and again. I am about to give up and wait out the night when I hear someone stirring inside. Last chance to bolt, i think, as I see the hallway light turn on and socked feet stumbling toward the door.

Sooner than I think, the porch light is flicked on along with the front door opening to reveal a sleepy-eyed Charlie. I smile weakly. I don't think he knows-ahhh there goes the light bulb.

"Isabella?" Charlie mumbles questioningly, "what-why are you here?"

I reach back to scratch my neck awkwardly. "Uh, yeah. Hey Charlie. I kind of need your help". I see him eye my bags and then he steps aside to make room for me through the doorway. I grab my stuff and squeeze by, entering the house I have not seen for years.

I walk by the stairs and leave my stuff there. I can hear him grumbling to himself as he shuts the door and porch light off. He looks up and sees me standing there. We lock eyes for a second and I swear he can see straight through me in that instant. It is as if he knows the reason I am here…Then he shakes his head, trying to knock the sleep out of it I assume, and gestures for me to sit at the little table I recognize from childhood.

We sit down opposite each other and no one speaks for what seems like forever.

"What happened Bells?" Charlie grumbles at me, breaking the silence. I scoff at his old, retired nickname. I'm not your Bells, Charlie. I haven't been in years.

"I'd like to know that myself," I say quietly as I stare at the scratched table under my hand. Whether I said it to Charlie or just me, I do not really know and do not care at the moment. I sigh and open my mouth to force out the words. "Listen Char-".

"Dad." He states firmly. "I'm your father, Bells."

"Quite calling me Bells, Charlie." I grit my teeth at him. "And for your information, father and dad is not the same thing. A father supplies the sperm. A Dad is around for the actual raising of the child. You may be my father, Charlie, but you are not my dad."

I swear I could see his face turned turn purple in the dim light of the kitchen. "I demand respect in my own home. You don't get to barge in here in the middle of the night and decide to yell at me for something I could not control over the past few years. You act as if I threw you out of this house. Your psycho bitch of a mother took you from me. I wanted you here-"

I could not take any more if this. "Cut the shit, Charlie. If you really cared, you would have tried harder to be in my life. Unbelievable," I huffed. "This was a stupid idea to come here."

I get up out of my chair and walk to my bags. I throw my purse over my shoulder and just as I go to pull my suitcase to the door, Charlie's thick hand grabs the handle away from me. I look at him, indignant. What the hell do you think you're doing? Fine. Keep it. I don't need it, or you.

Anger drives my feet to the door. Next thing I know the door is flung open and I am marching across the grass with no real destination. Charlie was my only real hope.

I get to the sidewalk when I hear him

"Bella! Just wait a second. Why did you come?" Charlie asks from the front steps. "You came all the way here for my help. Don't just leave without even asking."

Damn. I drop my head in defeat, hating with every fiber of my being that he is right.

I turn around and trudge back across the lawn. I do not really want to shout to the world my issue just yet.

I get about halfway there when it hits me, hard. I sprint straight to the bushes in front of the house and toss up what is left of the contents of my stomach. It is a good thing I had some snacks at the airport or I probably would have just tossed up an organ.

I realize Charlie is standing there watching me get sick over his lawn and look up to see his reaction. Yup, frozen as a statue. So predictable Charlie.

I stand up and brush the dirt off my jeans before I look him straight in the eye. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me suffer in the cold, or are you going to get your daughter and grandchild back into the warm house?" I say with a smirk on my face, kind of enjoying the fact that I can make him whiter than a ghost.

-000-

After Charlie's heart started back up, we somehow ended back at the little table in the kitchen. He sits there watching me as I nibble on the poptart he got me, along with a glass of water.

"Are you going to say something or just stare at me for a while longer?" I ask him.

"I'm trying to wait for you to explain," he shoots right back.

"Explain?" I say, confused. "Explain what? I'm here and pregnant. What more do you need? I had no other option. I'm not getting rid of my child and there was no way Renee would be O.K. with that so here I am."

He seems satisfied for the moment so I grab my water and take a big gulp, just as I hear him ask the one question he definitely did not need to ask.

"Where's the father?" he asks, eyeing me like he can read the answer in my eyes, as I nearly choke on my drink. Nice try, but I will not have that.

I look straight down when I tell him, "He's not in the picture." I have never been too good at lying but he seems to have bought it. Charlie huffs and mumbles some more, thankfully satisfied with the answer, at least for now.

I push my water and poptart away from me as I stand up. "Are we done with the interrogating for the night? I really need some sleep."

Charlie looks at me for a long moment before answering. "You're still hiding something from me. I won't push it tonight, but I want to know, kid."

I narrow my eyes at him but he is not fazed for a second.

"I'm always here for you if you need me Bells. You can tell me anything, and I will still love you no matter what." He tells me quietly. "That is what a dad is. The man who gives you irrevocable, sometimes irrational, love, no matter what."

I turn my back on him so he cannot see the traitor tears slowly but surely slipping from my eyes. "Goodnight Charlie," I whisper to him.

I grab my purse and drag my feet up the stairs to my old room. Unsurprisingly nothing has changed from the memories I have left of it. From the now peeling yellow wallpaper with little flowers all over it to the old rocking chair sitting in the corner by the window.

Without realizing, it my feet have put me in front of the rocker. I pull off the old quilt laying on it and sit down.

I sigh and relax into the chair, only just fully realizing how tired I am. I prop my feet up on my dresser and snuggle into the quilt.

This has been the longest day of my life. A few short hours ago, I was in a different state, depressed beyond belief. Now look at me. I am pregnant and under the roof of my long lost father/dad/whatever he is to me.

I have so much to do concerning my little peanut inside me. I need to get to the doctors first thing tomorrow, get vitamins, find some healthy food and juices, get more sleep and most importantly, stop stressing and calm the fuck down for once.

I do not want to think right now. I just want to be. Me and my little baby growing inside me. I shimmy around in the rocker getting comfortable and rest my hands along my soon-to-be-round stomach. Mommy cannot wait for you Sweets. You're already the best thing that happened to me.

The world turns to black quickly as I think about my baby and fall fast asleep with a smile on my face.

A/N: sorry for all the sap guys but the whole "it's been years since we've seen each other or even talked because momma is bitch" thing kind of forced me to.

*sigh* I have stayed up for way too many hours trying to get this chapter out of my head. Yeah its about 4 in the morning right now..i know, I know, the dedication it must have taken for me to stay up for all y'all… aww im just kidding. Im a slight insomniac at times, its just convient that now I have a story to write when I cant sleep.

Just a warning. Eventually I wont be able to just bang out a chapter a day like this but I hope y'all will still want to read. That's why you should put me on story alert.. look down a little..to the left.. a little more..right there! Yeah click it please!

Sorry ill shut up now. Hope you enjoyed!

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