Carlisle had given Bella some Advil P.M and some Pepto-Bismol for the nausea. Bella lay peacefully in her bed, finally relived from her horrors. Edward and Carlisle had tried to coax out of her what she was going through that day. She didn't give out much information, just that she felt nauseated, had headaches and had vomited earlier that morning. Edward and Carlisle sat patiently in the living room waiting for Charlie to come home so that Carlisle could tell him how best to care for Bella.

Carlisle sat still, leafing through one of his many medical books, only moving to turn a page. Edward, on the other hand was completely opposite. For some reason he couldn't keep still. He was waiting for Carlisle to make his diagnosis. After a long while, he couldn't stand it anymore. Even though he could see in Carlisle's mind that he was still looking for it, Edward broke down and asked if he had found anything yet.

"You of all people, Edward, should know that I'm still looking."

"But you have thought of some things. Poisoning? Could someone be poisoning Bella?"

Carlisle leaned forward and put a hand on his sons shoulder, comforting him. This was his first love, and probably going to be his only one. Edward and Bella's love had withstood so much already, there was no reason to think that it wouldn't go on forever. But there were many obstacles in their way, some of the hurtles they had jumped over without falling down, but the others had turned out to be a bloody and dangerous slip, and yet they still held on. Young love was truly amazing.

"She is showing symptoms of mild poisoning yes, but, it doesn't mean that someone is poisoning her. It could be coming from anything. Something in the water, she could have been cleaning and got some of the chemicals on her skin or in her eyes, even in her mouth. There are many possibilities Edward. And it could be the stomach flu as well. You never know."

"But you should know!" Edward stood and began to pace back and forth. "I'm going up to check on her." And with that, Edward went up the stairs leaving Carlisle with a little grin at the corners of his mouth.

It was hard for Edward to grasp the fact that Bella was so sick, she looked so peaceful laying there sleeping. Edward concentrated for a moment and breathed a little easier as soon as he saw the blankets slowly rise and fall with her every breath. He lifted the faded quilt and sheets and crawled under the covers with Bella. He put an arm around her waist and played with her hair with the other hand. 'This' he thought, 'would be the girl I would like to marry.'

'But that could never happen' he thought 'I will live forever. To know that I could only love her for a little while kills me.' He kissed her along her jaw and she stirred, rolling over and putting her arm across his chest while she murmured something. Edward aloud himself a short silent laugh, she was too much sometimes. It was amazing some of the things humans did in their sleep. He chuckled slightly as he remembered the time when Bella was sleepwalking and he had to save her from falling down the stairs. She could barely walk down the stairs awake; he didn't even want to think about what would happen if she went down them with her eyes closed. She hadn't woken once the whole time when he had saved her and that nights experience was his little secret.

As Edward raised his hand to run his finger along her collar bone he heard a whisper in the back of his mind, pulling his attention to it. As he listened in, he realized that it was Carlisle. He wanted to know if Charlie was any ware close. So Edward expanded his consciousness to look for Charlie's familiar voice. He soon found it and Edward zeroed in on it. Charlie was about a mile away from the house. Edward leaned in, gave Bella a kiss on the cheek and went down stairs to sit and wait for Charlie with Carlisle.

"What are we going to tell him Carlisle?" Edward said as he took a seat on the couch.

"I'll tell him exactly what I think. She has some symptoms of mild poisoning, nothing to worry about. They should probably go to the hospital and have her stomach pumped. Then we will let her rest for a few days, I'll come back and check on her. But just to be safe I think I'm going to check out Charlie to. He could be poisoned as well, just not showing symptoms yet. Are you satisfied?"

"Fairly." Edward turned his head and looked to the door. Charlie had arrived home.

Charlie was putting his jacket on the hook when he turned to find Edward and Dr. Cullen in his living room. He stood there for a moment, puzzled. Why would Dr. Cullen be at his house? Then Charlie turned his gaze to Edward, and an idea formed in his head: 'Oh God this boy was going to ask me if he could marry Bella!'

Without saying a word, Charlie turned and went for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen and got out the Black Velvet he always kept stocked, he filled one of the plastic cups from the cupboard above him and took a long swig before turning to the Dr. and his son.

"Hello, Dr. Cullen. Do you want some…?" Charlie gestured toward the whiskey bottle.

"Oh, no I'm fine. You can call me Carlisle. If you wouldn't mind taking a seat, Edward and I would like to discuss something with you."

Charlie glanced over to Edward who seemed to be quietly laughing about something. But Charlie was soon distracted; the Dr. had asked him to call him by his first name. It was too much. Charlie glanced over at Edward again to see that he was again laughing at something hysterical, though he was covering it up pretty well, the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

What was he going to say when Edward asked? Edward and Bella both were barely out of high school, too young. He didn't want them to end up how he and Renee had, too young, in love, about to have a baby. Not that he wished those days had never happened, those were some of the best and worst days of his life and he wouldn't trade them for the world, the only thing was that he didn't know how Bella felt. Charlie took a deep breath and decided that he would say yes. When Bella was with Edward she was the happiest he had ever seen her. Charlie wanted to keep it that way. Yes, he would let Edward marry Bella.

Charlie glanced from the doctor to Edward, "So what did you want to talk to me about?" He was mostly talking to Edward, but he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Well, it's about Bella. She's upstairs taking a nap. We wanted to talk to you before we proceed with anything."

"Yeah, I understand."

"We don't want you to worry, we'll take the certain steps to get this done."

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't expect anything else."

"Edward was over to have breakfast with Bella, when she fainted. She later vomited. Edward called me over to check on her and we have some news…"

Charlie took a large gulp of his drink. 'Oh, my God! Bella's pregnant!'

"… she is showing some symptoms of…"

'Oh, God, here it comes!'

"…mild poisoning. I know what you're thinking…"

'Actually, I'm really glad you don't.' Charlie thought.

"…the word poisoning brings a lot of scary thoughts to mind. But its O.K. just take her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. You might take a sample of the water in your house and send it to the University so that they can run some tests. I'll talk to you more on the way to the hospital. Edward, run up and go get Bella."

Once everyone was in the car they headed toward the hospital. Edward was in the backseat cradleing Bella, and Carlisle was driving and talking to Charlie in the passenger seat. Carlisle was going extra slow, considering that the police chief was with them.

Charlie turned in his seat to look at Edward. "I just want to say that I'm glad that you where there, Edward. You saved my little girls life. Thank you."

'It wouldn't be the first time.' Edward thought. Then his mind wandered to what Charlie had been thinking back at the house. Would he really let him marry Bella? Would Charlie let him if he new the monster that he was. The beast with an angels face?