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Edward Cullen/Carlisle
I don't know why it's so hard to tell my dad that Bella and I are living together.
He's sipping his brandy and waiting for me to come out with it.
"What is said at this table is between you and me, Edward. Your mom thinks I'm out playing golf."
I frown.
Because it shouldn't be like this.
Hiding our meeting because his wife doesn't like the choices I'm making with my life.
"You and Bella haven't ended things because your mother can't pull the stick out of her ass, have you?"
"No. It's the opposite actually. Bella moved in just before Valentine's Day."
Dad's face breaks out in a big smile.
"That's wonderful. How are you dealing with sharing your space with a woman?"
I shrug.
"She practically lived with me before we made it official. I like having her close."
"And Bella? How is my favorite raccoon hunter?" He chuckles.
"She's good. Wait until you see her hobby. You'll question her fear of raccoons; trust me."
"Oh, this I have to see."
Lunch is canceled.