The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Awkward
Pen name: Jabberwockylove
Pairing: Charlie
Rating: T – M (depending on your view)
Charlie Swan was having a bad time of it. He'd been shifting restlessly on the couch for an hour now, absentmindedly twiddling the remote between his fingers, his mind only half on the game in front of him.
"It's okay," he muttered to himself, speaking with more conviction than he felt. "You're her father. It's healthy to talk about these things. It's no big deal." He nodded firmly, then shook his head and slumped further down into the couch. Who was he kidding? It was a big deal. They were built out of the same mould when it came to these things, Bella and he, and such a conversation would be the epitome of hell for both of them.
He sighed. It was times like these that he wished there was a woman in the house – any woman. A woman would know how to broach a subject like this. A woman would know how to talk to Bella about sex.
Bella. Sex. The two words together filled him with dread, and he cringed. It was a talk he would gladly have tabled, preferably forever, but he couldn't put off any longer. Bella was getting closer to Edward every day, and it was important she knew all the facts and what she was getting herself into. He certainly couldn't trust that Edward Cullen to do be responsible and do the right thing. No. Bella was his daughter. He would just have to suck it up and get it over with.
Charlie checked his watch and sighed with relief. 9.30. Bella wouldn't be home for a couple of hours yet. This could wait for a bit, and meanwhile, the Mariners were winning. Putting all thoughts of sex, condoms, STDs and unwanted pregnancies out of his mind, he turned his attention back to the screen as raucous cheers blared out of the speaker, filling the living room.