Defining Facts, Theories, and Dogmas

by TwiLighT7242

A couple months have passed, and Convertedward and Convertella are living in sin with their new life ahead of them. But why aren't they telling their parents yet? And who is Mallory? Will she become the linchpin of the relationship or the cause of barrier between them? Sequel to Emmett's Theory

4. SATURDAY, HELL AND BACK?

SOMETIME AROUND MAY

HELL AND BACK?

BPOV

Slowly, I take steps sideways to hide my ass to Charlie and my boyfriend's dad, Carlisle. Edward finally notices my discomfort and helps me cover up while I run towards our bedroom.

"Is Bella okay?" Dad questions Edward using the tone he used when he was asking about the lingerie Edward had secretly bought for me. I would've felt bad for him, but because he's partly the reason why I'm in this fuckery... too bad, boyfriend.

"Bella, are you done?" Edward hisses at my ear. I let out a small yelp and shift my head to face him.

"Yeah, I am," I whisper, heading straight to the living room. I know I should've thought more of how I'm going to look like in front of them, because they keep on staring at me like they've seen a ghost or something.

"Bella, is that you?" Esme asks. I give her a small smile, a little uncomfortable at the attention I've been receiving.

Suddenly, Charlie stands up and walks over to me. He gives me a hug. "You look gorgeous, honey." Honey? Since when did he start call me 'honey'? Cullens' rubbing off on him.

"Thanks, Dad," I uncomfortably said, hugging him back. After releasing me, he goes back to his seat. I search for Edward and find him seating on the couch. He silently signals me to sit beside him.

Once seated, time to face the 'rents.

Let's just say we haven't really discussed telling them about some of the major changes in our... ya know? Yeah.

I cross my arms and go first. "Why didn't you tell me you three are coming? I could've prepared."

"Oh, honey, this was originally a surprise, but I still called Edward earlier to let you know," Esme explains.

"You're gonna prepare, Bells? Why, do you still live here? I thought the apartment was fixed already," Charlie adds. I stifle a groan that almost escaped my lips and run a hand through my hair.

I start a hunt for my phone and - thankfully - find it on top of the side table. I gesture one finger for Dad to wait and say, "Hold on to that thought, Dad," as I type away.

I fucking h8 you, Edward. You're gonna pay for this, btch! - b

One moment later, we hear a beep on Edward's cell, and he reads the text - my text.

Guess what.

Asshole just chuckles.