A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be taking out my trash. Something does not smell good in there... :(

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. It's been a long day so far...I'm ready for bed. :D

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She's busy...kids home all week. It's okay...I'll wait. :)

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. Have you seen the commercials for this Shake Weight bar bell thingie? Seriously? You KNOW it was men that came up with this. You know they were sitting around saying, "My woman just can't pump me long enough, her muscles always give out. If only there was some way I could get her to strengthen her arm muscles so that she could shake her fist up and down for six minutes at a time..." :D Hello! The Shake Weight was born! :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Welcome back to Daddy Carlisle! :D

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… Chapter Forty Eight - Questions … Edward …

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"Let's get married soon, alright. I don't wanna wait anymore."

"Okay," you whisper.

Claire's excited about being in a wedding. We don't have the heart to tell her it's not like the fairy tale ones, even though it's our very own fairy tale coming true.

"Babe, you wanna do the justice of the peace thing? Or a minister, or what?" I ask.

I think I'm more excited for this wedding than you are. And that's hard to believe because you seem elated.

But here lies our newest conflict. You've done the wedding thing before. I haven't. You want it to be a big deal for me.

I just want it official, so I can call you mine forever. No questions asked.

You told me about your first wedding. It was small, just you, him, a preacher, and a few witnesses. His dad the only relative. Your parents didn't come.

I want more than that for you. This time. I want everything.

"Edward," you say, scratching your fingers through my hair, my eyelids drifting shut.

"Hmmm?"

"Let's do something special, for Claire. Let's go to a church and stuff, with our family." I look at you. "Do you think your parents would come?"

We haven't talked much about our families. We're focused on us. But it's got to come up sooner or later.

"I don't know, I could ask them. We'll have to tell them some time. I think it should be in person, you know? Maybe we could go there this weekend, talk to them. And maybe you could go see him, see your kids."

My heart stutters. You haven't seen them in so long, will it change your mind about me? About us?

Leah and Becca and Seth are old enough to be gone, away to college or on their own. But Kim and Alex, they're still young. They should still be home. Would they see you? Would he let them?

"Okay," you say, your voice shaking. "Edward? I need to see Leah, talk to her. She needs to know about us before we do this. It's only right."

"I know, I was thinking about that."

And I was. Trying to come up with a way to fix this. Well, to at least make it bearable. For all of us.

"What if I see her, talk to her. Maybe you could write her a letter, explain your side a bit. Maybe then she'll see you, if I smooth things over, explain what I did and why I did it. It wasn't your fault."

"It was my fault. All of it. But I wanna try that. And my parents." I rub my hand over your arm, your stomach. "I wanna see my parents. I want my parents at our wedding. They didn't come to the first one, but this one...I want them. Can we? Will you help me?" you ask. I can see the hope, prayer in your eyes.

I smile, trying to tell you everything you need to know. "Absolutely."

It's a long drive to our hometown. I haven't been back in months, you in years. Six years, to be exact.

My parents know I'm coming, they don't know about you. Just that I have news. I need to see my dad first, then my mom. Then you come in. And Claire.

I drop you and Claire at Alice's house. I don't want you there if things go badly. And with my mother, I have no idea what will happen.

Claire is excited to practice her big sister skills on Alice's two year old son. You and I are, too. He's quite a bit more sturdy than a newborn.

My parents are home, waiting for me.

My mother comes rushing out, arms open wide. Her eyes are on my car, obviously looking for someone. In her mind, there's only one reason I need to see them, to give them news.

"So?" she immediately says. No hello, I missed you, are you eating, you're hair's too long. Just "So?"

"Hi, Mom. You look good. And I'm fine, in case you're interested."

"Oh Edward, of course I am. I'm just so excited. It's not every day my son drives all the way home just to give me news."

"I know. Hey, is Dad here? I need to talk to him first, if you don't mind."

I'm talking to him first whether she minds or not, I'm just being nice.

"Sure he's in his study. You go chat while I finish lunch. Oh Edward, this is so exciting, I'm so happy to see you!"

She rushes off, leaving me with my thoughts.

I don't know what to say to him.

My time has run out, and I enter the office, closing the door behind me.

"Dad."

"Edward! I'm so glad to see you, come in, come in."

He smiles. I don't. He can tell something's not right.

"Edward? What is it?"

I swallow, willing back the vomit that's rising in my stomach.

"Did you really sleep with Bella? The reverend's wife?"

My question stuns him, I can tell by his reaction.

"Oh, um...why are you asking me that?"

"Just tell me, did you? Did you father her child?"

He shifts uncomfortably in his chair. He doesn't want to talk about this. We have to.

"Edward, I'm not sure where this is-"

"Did you sleep with her?" I demand, my voice loud and full of rage. "Yes or no?"

His eyes close, his head drops. He knows I know.

"No, I didn't."

"Why did you tell me you did? Why did you tell me you fathered her baby?"

He looks up, his eyes full of fire, determination.

"I was protecting you. What did you think you were doing, son? You can't just go around sleeping with middle aged women. Mother's at that! Didn't you have any idea what was going to happen? You could have gotten both her and Leah pregnant, did you ever stop to think of that?"

Protecting me? He told me that lie to protect me? From what?

"Why? What were you protecting me from, Dad? I loved her. I felt bad for what I did to Leah, but I loved Bella. I don't care about the age difference. There's almost ten years difference between you and mom, and you don't care."

It's true. My father taught me that age didn't matter, what mattered was the person, their soul, spirit. That was the most important thing.

"You were so young, Edward. I just didn't want to see you throw your life away for a mistake."

I know he feels bad, but I don't care.

"She wasn't a mistake, Dad. My only mistake was not being open about my feelings, trying to hide them and make everyone else happy."

We sit, staring, fuming, attempting to understand.

Finally.

"Do you love her still? Is that what this visit is about?" he asks.

I nod. "I do, I love her. And Claire. They're my whole life now. I want you to be a part of that, if you can."

"Edward, I just don't know. I don't know if I can ever be okay with you being with a woman so much older than you. I just... All the rumors back then, what people will say now... You've chosen a hard road, if she's who you want."

"I didn't choose this, Dad. It chose me. And it chose her. We can't help it, I love her. And I love my daughter. And we're getting married soon. We'd like you and Mom to be there."

He nods, trying to come to terms with this. For me. My sake. He knows, can see in my eyes, if I have to choose, it won't be him.

He's a father, in love with a woman. He understands.

"Dad, Bella's pregnant. We're having another baby."

From behind I hear the sound of metal and glass crashing to the floor, followed by the shrieking of my mother.

"What did you say?" she screams "Bella? The reverend's wife, Bella? And that illegitimate child of hers?"

Oh fuck, I didn't mean for her to find out like this. I should have known. Old bitties.

"Yes, mother. That's my news. Bella's child is my child, and I love her. We're getting married. And we're having another baby. What do you think of that, Grandma?"

I know it will set her off, but I say it anyway. The red she's turning kind of makes me laugh, until it turns to purple, and then blue.

She falls to the floor, passed out.

Obviously this isn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped.

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A/N: Random question. Foster the People...have you seen this band? Dang, that drummer is a hottie! :D And I love how MTV edits out "gun" and "bullet" yet they let the Jersey Shore kids say every curse word in the book. Really? Hello screwed up society. :D

So, next you're finally gonna find out who the Reverend is. :D A lot of you've been speculating all along. I hope you're not too let down... :D

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