Previously: Picking up my little girl I walk up stairs.

Bella's pov:

Dad carries me upstairs and brings us into my room. Laying me down he walks around to the

other side of my bed and lays down so he's facing me. I lower my eyes so im staring at my comforter, I

wasn't good enough for him. Maybe if I had been more open to new things in our relationship, maybe if

I had been more supportive he wouldn't have left me. The feeling of being pulled across the bed brings

me out of my thoughts. I look up surprised to see dad hauling me into his lap, he looks down at me with

concern in his eyes. "What's wrong sweetheart?" he ask while stroking my hair, I sigh sadly while leaning

into his hand "What did I do wrong?" he raises his eyebrows at me in question "What did you do

wrong?, what do you mean?" I shake my head and go to get up, but I am pulled back down . "My angel

what do you mean?" Again I sigh "What did I do wrong that cause Edward to leave me? I thought I was a

good wife Daddy I really did." I turn towards him before he could answer "Daddy you're a husband,

what did I do wrong?" he stays quiet for awhile, staring at me intently before he replies "Bella you did

nothing wrong, nothing darling. He's a stupid child stuck in a man's body and when he found you a

young women he was at loss of what to do. None of this was your fault Bella it is his entire fault, he left

you, he cheated, and he refuses to come home. Yet you stayed, and you stay truthful why would you

think you have done anything wrong, you are everything any husband could wish for." Venom tears

cloud my eyes and I blink them away, I stare at my daddy as a smile graces my face. I hurl myself at him,

curling into him. He chuckles at my reaction which is cut short by the sound of pounding footsteps

coming up the stairs and heading toward my room. We both sit up as Emmett plows through my door

"Sorry Sis, sorry Pops didn't mean to ruin the moment. But if we want to hit Alaska when you have

planned we should leave now." We both look at each other and then at Emmett "What time is it, son?"

Dad ask picking me up and placing me on my feet, Emmett looks at his watch "To be exact it is

11:45am." We both laugh at this "I suppose Father/daughter time, truly makes us loss take of time" Dad

slings his arm around my shoulder we head out the door.

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