I don't own twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.

BPOV

Charlie's cruiser was already in the driveway when Edward and I pulled up. I was hoping he wouldn't come home until later in the night but since when are things easy for me? Edward and I walked inside and heard that the TV is on in the living room which means only one thing: Charlie's in there.

"Does it look like I've been crying?" I whispered to Edward

"You look beautiful, Love," Edward told me, avoiding the question.

"That's not what I asked. Does it look like I've been crying?" I tried again.

Edward sighed, "A little bit, but it's not bad," he told me honestly.

"Is that you, Bella?" Charlie called from the living room.

"Yes, Dad, it's me and Edward," I called out. That's sure to put a damper on Charlie's mood. He doesn't like Edward. I'm not exactly sure why. I think it has something to do with me not being good enough for any man. At least that's what he's hinted at. If he didn't like Edward before, he's defiantly not going to like him now.

I heard a grunt in response to my answer.

"I guess we should tell him then," I said with no intention of moving. Edward, sensing this, put his arm around me, kissing the top of my head as he pulled me forward.

"No matter what happens, I love you," Edward muttered.

Charlie was lounging in the arm chair watching a basketball game and drinking a beer. I noticed that he didn't have his gun on him so that's a plus. He turned around and looked at us and furrowed his brow. My face must not be as composed as I wanted it to be.

"What's wrong, Bells?" Charlie questioned.

"Um… Edward and I need to talk to you about something, Dad," I said. We sat down on the sofa across from Charlie and I took a deep breath. Before either of us could say anymore, Charlie's face started turning colors. He glared at Edward and his face was a shade of purple that had me worried.

"Dad?"

"You knocked up my baby girl!" Charlie accused while pointing his finger at Edward. It was silent for a minute before Edward started talking.

"Yes, Charlie, I got Bella pregnant. I will be taking for responsibility for my actions. I'm going to be there every step of the way. I'm going to try and be the best father I can be," Edward said before Charlie started yelling again.

"What do you mean you're going to be a father?! You two are too young to be parents! You're getting rid of that thing, Isabella! Whether you get an abortion or you put it up for adoption is up to you but you're not keeping it!" Charlie screamed.

"We're not getting rid of our baby, Charlie! We've already decided that we are going to keep the baby and raise it, as a family. Dad, I just want your support." I said the last part quietly.

"Charlie we've already talked over our options and we've made our decision and we're sticking to it. I know right know you're angry at us, me in particular but at least give us a chance to talk civilly with you? We have already talked about what we are going to do about school, money, and a place to live," Edward said calmly.

"Okay, I'll humor you. What are two teenagers going to do with a baby?" Charlie said sarcastically.

"Well, Edward is going to take a semester off of college next fall to help me with the baby. I told him that wasn't necessary but he insisted," I said.

"And what about you're education? Are you even going to be able to graduate from high school? This is going to ruin your life, Bella."

"I'll make sure she graduates," Edward said.

"Okay what about college?"

"I'm not going to go to college, Dad. At least not right away. Maybe when the baby is older," I said. Who knows? Maybe by that point Edward and I would have decided to have more children but I'm not going to mention that to Charlie.

"You can't do this! I wanted you to have what I didn't! An education for starters!" Charlie roared.

"Are you saying you regret having me? Was I a mistake? Is that what you're getting at? I'm leaving! You obviously don't want me around!" I said getting up.

"Don't you walk away from me, Isabella," Charlie said sternly.

"I'm packing a bag and leaving, Charlie. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you tell me I'm stupid. I know this isn't going to be easy, Dad. I was hoping you would at least support my decision," I said with tears in my voice. I turned and left the room before he could say anything else to me. I ran up the stairs and started throwing things into a bag. Edward, surprisingly, stayed downstairs.

EPOV

Bella turned and stomped up the stairs. Before going after her I turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, you need to calm down and talk to her civilly. She doesn't need the stress this is causing her. All she wants is for you to be there for her. We don't need money. We might need your advice though from time to time because you're right; we're two teenagers who don't have any idea how to take care of a baby. My parents accepted our decision. They're not pleased that we're having a baby at this age, but they're proud that we're taking responsibility for our actions. Just think about it, okay, and then call us and we'll talk about it," I said and left the room, following after Bella. Charlie stayed silent in his chair.

"Bella?" I knocked on her closed bedroom door.

"You can come in Edward," she called out.

She was stuffing clothes into her duffle bag and had various items scattered on her bed. I moved forward to help her pack her bag.

"Did he say anything after I left?" Bella asked quietly.

"No, he's being surprisingly quiet. I told him he needs to calm down and think about what he's saying. He seems to be thinking. I think he's going to come around so don't worry about this, Okay?" I told her in an attempt to ease her mind.

"I'm going to worry no matter what you say, Edward."

"I know, but I can wish can't I?" I said, pulling her into my arms. "I don't want you stressing about this. It's not good for you or the baby."

"I can't help but stress about this. He's my dad. I need him," she whispered.

"It's going to be okay, Love. I think he's already starting to settle down. Don't take anything he said personal; he wasn't thinking. I bet you when we go back downstairs he'll want to apologize so why don't we finish packing your bag. Even if he does apologize I think he's going to need some space so I want you to come home with me." I really hope he does apologize. I don't want Bella to stress over this.

"Okay," was all she said. After we finished packing her bag we silently made our way back downstairs. She glared at me when I refused to let her carry anything. I meant it when I said she wasn't doing anything for the next nine months. We had almost made it all the way to the door when Charlie walked into the hallway.

"Bella?" he said. Bella didn't reply; she just turned toward him. "I'm sorry about what I said. Edward's right; I need to calm down and think about this. I love you, Bells, please don't leave." He looks so defeated.

"I'm not going for good, Dad. I want you to think about this before we talk, and I mean really think about it. I love you too; I need you, Daddy," Bella said. The tears were starting to come again. She walked forward and gave her father an awkward hug; Charlie's not one for affection.

"Oh, Bella," Charlie said as he held a crying Bella.

"Tomorrow?" Bella said with a shaky voice.

"Yeah, tomorrow," Charlie said solemnly.

Bella pulled away from Charlie and walked back to me. I opened the door and we started to walk out but Bella stopped and turned back around.

"Dad, can you make sure you don't say anything about this to Mom yet? I haven't told her," Bella requested.

"Sure, Bells. I'll see you tomorrow," Charlie said with a glassy look in his eyes.

"See you tomorrow," Bella mumbled before walking with me out to the car. I helped her into the passenger side and then my way to the driver's side and got in, starting the car.

"I love you, Bella," I said taking her face into my hands.

"I love you too, Edward," Bella said before I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss got more heated and I pushed my tongue into her mouth tasting her sweet breathe. We made out like the horny teenagers we are for a few minutes. She eventually pulled away for air and I looked over her face. She was smiling slightly. 'Finally,' I thought with a smile of my own.