Chapter 13

"Will I get introduced to your father?"

"Wanna try dying a third time?"

"He can't kill me."

"Well...he already knows so might as well." I said, pushing my overcooked broccoli around my tray.

"Reminds me to check on my mom."

Edward took my hand and gripped it tight in support as we walked to our seat in bio. In a small room, the awkwardness was thicker and these people were as curious as the rest of the student body. It was worse than the first day of school.

It was movie day today; I welcomed the silence and darkness but it made me hyper aware of Edward. He inched closer and closer as the projected, animated process of a multiplying cell becoming a baby played on the chalkboard. My temperature went up and made me want to take my cardigan off.

Once the right side of his body was pressed up against the left of mine, he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, breathing deeply. His cold breath sweet relief.

"This is still hard but not as seemingly impossible as the first day."

"Well-that's-good." I huffed.

"I find your reactions hilarious."

"You're terrible."

Thank goodness the teacher turned on the lights not long after that, but I missed Edward's head on my shoulder as soon as he went to his side of the table. By the end of the day, after dropping me off and picking up from my last three classes I got that he was enjoying this as much as I was. And that made me happier. He's scary, intimidating, but adorable.

"Time to meet the 'rents, or 'rent." He said happily.

"Oh joy."

I knew it would be awkward, sitting at the table with my Dad and boyfriend. I thought I would never have to experience it since I didn't find anyone I liked or liked me in a serious way.

"So. You're Edward."

"Yes. Sir, I want to apologize for putting Bella in danger. I should have taken her back before it got dark and maybe then we could have been back sooner, before my car was trashed."

"We shouldn't talk about the case but...I trust Bella and so I myself won't be pressing any charges. I'd be in trouble if I did, and I hope your father doesn't on Bella."

"He won't, not at all. He's really happy Bella's safe."

"Good, good. Well, what are your intentions?"

"I genuinely, really really lover her and...I promise to keep her safe, defend her honor and be respectful." He said, looking at me during the last bit.

"Love is a very strong word son I don't care how easy it is to say nowadays for you kids."

"We aren't like those kids Dad."

"I know you aren't."

"I'm very aware of that Sir, I'm a bit old-fashioned in comparison to the youth and on top of that my parents raised me right. Carlisle and Esme are the perfect example of pure love."

"Well I'll be. Tell me the truth, all you did was kiss?"

"Oh my god."

"Yes Sir, I swear on my life that was all I did."

"Well, can't make ya promise you'll only do that. As a father it's my responsibility, my baby-"

"Dad, you're really not going to give us the sex talk right?"

"It's my job. I'm kind of enjoying it."

"My father already lectured me on that Sir..."

"Alright, I'll stop teasing; I trust Carlisle. I'll let you date my one and only daughter under one condition."

"Yes Sir?"

"Don't call me 'sir' ever again. I'm thirty-eight not forty."

"I can do that."

"So how was it?" I asked Edward, walking him to his car.

"Not as scary as I thought. But his blessing was worth it."

"Yeah."

"Your turn tomorrow," He said with a smirk.

"I bet it'll be more enjoyable for me than it was for you."

"That's unfair."

"Tough."

"I'll see you,"

"See you." He gave me an award winning smile before getting in the car and driving home. I sighed.

God, I'm silly.

Reading all ten emails from my mom was enough to sober me up. Just as I thought, Mom was freaking out and she was threatening to come get me and take me 'home'.

Sorry for worrying you mom, everything's fine and Dad's great. Please don't tell him to ground me though, and I don't want to move to Jacksonville. As in, I really, really, really don't want to go.

I'm actually happy here. Yeah, it's because of the boy I ran away with. He's nice, really nice. You'd love him. And it isn't Dad's fault, just a bad decision, promise. I've made friends and everything's going super well.

No I'm not 'in trouble', I know what you're thinking. Come on Mom. I promise to keep you updated. Tell Phil I said 'Hey' for me and 'Good Luck". You're remembering to pick up your dry cleaning right? Your clothes will get donated if you don't pick them up.

I love you. B.

Sorry this has been going on forever. I am trying to wrap it up but I guess...I passed the point?