BPOV

Over the next few weeks my mother got to know Edward better and started liking him a lot more. He wasn't only treated as my boyfriend but as part of the family; he even played Xbox with Emmett and they both beat me. Edward was still trying to teach me Spanish, even my mom tried to help but it was useless. He did manage to help me with Alice. I wasn't too fond of shoping with her; I loved her but not her obsessive shopping. Edward and I seemed to spend every moment together; he either came over or I went somewhere with him. Alice and Emmett went with us too sometimes. My mom was really impressed with his career chioce. She thought architecture was a really good career. Sometimes I just honestly thought she had a little crush on him. Je was the best, or so I thought until he told me he wanted me to meet his father. I was increadably nervous about that; what ould I do if his father or sister didn't like me? Edward and Alice assured me they would both love me but somehow I couldn't get rid of a small knot at the pit of my stomach. I kept fighting with the ends of my hairin Edward's car while Alice nagged me not to mess my hair up. His house was a nice little two story Victorian in the outskirts of town. It fit Alice and Edward, whether it fit their father and sister, I had yet to find out.

Edward squeezed my hand, giving me his lopsided smile while my mother, who had come along after finding no gracious way to decline, and Alice walked ahead of us, talking about the house and the details of the restoration. She loved restoring old houses; she did a couple houses every year, taking her time to do it with care. I was certain that if my father hadn't died while we were young, she would have established a buisness of her own, not just a small practice. Emmett followed close behind us. The inside of the house was simple but beautiful. It had the lived in feel a home should have. Most houses in big cities felt like just that: a house. A house wasn't a home until it had been loved by every person inhabiting it. I liked how the Victorian houses around Forks had that feel. A delicious smell mixed with a tinge of something else wafted through the halls from somewhere.

"We invited you to a BBQ remember?" Edward said, laughter in his eyes.

"Rose?" Alice called. "Is that you out there?" As we walked closer, the smell I couldn't place while just inside the front door grew more pronounced. It was the smell of burning meat. "Oh gosh Rose, where's Father? How could he leave you in charge of the food?!" It seemed to me Alice was being a little harsh on her but it wasn't my place to say.

"I don't know!" Rosalie cried. It was the first thime I'd seen her. Her golden hair was down long, her eyes were green and just like Edward's they held a glint of something close to mischief. She was not only beautiful but she was tall. Shorter than Emmett "the giant" of course but taller than me. "He left when he got a call from the hospital."

"By 'left' I assume you mean to talk somewhere else in the house. He knows better than to leave you in charge of food! That's worse than leaaving Edward in chage of it." Rosalie and Edwrd's faces went into sulk mode after Alice's last comment.

"We're not that bad," Rosalie protested.

"You two can't boil water and you know it," Alice said chuckling. Edward was about to say something when a calm, steady voice rang out from behiund us.

"Children, where are your manners?" I turned to look at the source abd found a good looking man looking like a scolding father. I immediately placed him as their father.

"Hi, I'm Rosalie," she said, extending her hand to me then my mother but she balked at Emmett. Her eyes widened for a moment, the glint in her eyes changed to spark of something I recognized; attraction. We're in trouble now.

"I'm Carlisle," he said shaking my hand. "Sorry about their behavior earlier." Emmett's hand was next. "They get so competative sometimes which would be fine if they didn't play dirty." He stopped completely when he came to my mother; eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. My mother's fave was different yet slightly similer her entire face was pale, no, it was chalk white, when I touched her shoulder, I felt her trembling.

"Mom, are you okay?" I asked while Edward stepped next to Carlisle and touched his shoulder then asked, "Father?" My mother immediately went from chalk white to a greenish-gray color.

"He... he's your son?" She stammered slightly. "This can't be. The words left her mouth as soon as he nodded slightly. "She's... your..." Now she was really starting to scare me. "...d-daughter..."

"Daughter?" I was confused. "What are you talking about Mom?" I looked around, seeing everyone's face just as confused as my own.

Whatever my mother had just said must have made sence because he stuttered, "What?" My mom nodded once then Edward's father aproched my and held to him in a big embrace. There was something seriously wrong here, why was he hugging me? I heard his chocked voice utter a single sord; that word suddenly struck home and I finally started to comprehend what was going on. I tore away from the man embracing me and walked straight to my mother. Grabbing her shoulders, I shook her harshly.

"What does he mean 'daughter'? Tell me!" Emmett, who had remained motionless along with everyone else finally stepped in, releasing my grip on her shoulders.

I hoped you would never need to find out, Bella, believe me I do." She said quietly, staring down into her hands. "You... you're not..." She couldn't seem to be able to finish. I felt anger boil inside me; mother not looking me in the face seemed to infuriate me more.

"Look at me!" I shouted. My mother looked up slowly, her eyes swimming with tears.

"You're not..." She began them changed her words, "The man in back of you is your father, not the man you thought. Carlisle Cullen is your father."

My vision started to cloud, everything in the fenced back yard becoming blurry. I tried blinking away the tears, that only made it worse. With the tears running down my face I turned and ran through the Cullen household and ran as fast as my feet could carry me, not caring where I went as long as I escaped this reality.

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