Chapter 1: The First Meeting

A/N: If you are still with me I thank you very much. This is being written from a prompt that my friend wrote for me for some inspiration. I do appreciate any and all constructive criticism adn suggestions. If you feel I have missed something important please do tell me :) also I do apologize about the short chapters I am trying something new so that I don't ramble on about pointless things just to create a longer chapter. Thanks again for reading and have a wonderful day!

Bella's POV

'Come on, you can do this, what's the worst that can happen?'

As I sat in my car outside one of the most beautiful houses I had ever seen, I wondered what exactly one should say to their possible father. I had taken the photo out of his wallet to confront along with bringing my own evidence that she was in fact my mother in the form of my birth certificate, the father space empty and a photo of my mother from the day that I was born. Just a few weeks after his picture was taken.

With one more steadying breathe I exited my car and walked up the steps. Before I could ring the doorbell, the door swung open and there he was. Carlisle Cullen.

"You've been sitting in my driveway for quite a long time young lady. Can I help you with something?" He asked with a smile that I could only describe as stressed but still polite and friendly.

"Um...yes, um my name is Isabella but you can call me Bella. You see, um, I was walking behind you this morning and you dropped this...By the time I picked it up you were gone and I was late for work so...yea, here you go."

I said while looking at him curiously. As he took it I saw the stress melt off his features. He was really very handsome.

" Thank you so much, please come in and let me get you some money as a reward." He said, ushering me through the door.

"Oh no, I don't want your money. What I would like is for you to answer this question thats been burning my mind all day."

"What question is that?" He asked cocking his head.

"Why do you have a picture of my mother just weeks before I was born?" I asked holding out the photo to him.

"Y-your mother?" He asked, reverently taking the photo as if he'd never seen it before.

"Yes, Renee Higgenbotham was my mother, see?" I showed him my own photo and birth certificate.

"Was?" He still seemed dazed and I hoped he would still be willing to answer that one question for me.

"please Mr. Cullen, I really need you to answer my question. Who are you?" I asked with tears coating my eyes. I was desperate for some answers. Answers I would never get without his cooperation.

He sighed, running his fingers through his blonde wavy hair.

"Your mother and I dated for about 5 years before she got pregnant with you. She was the love of my life. But lets sit down and I will tell you everything I know. Would you like something to drink?" He was nervous now.

"Just water please, but one question please...Are you my father?" He looked at me sadly and walked into what I assumed was the kitchen. Walking back in with two bottles of water he sat down across from me with a heavy sigh.

It looked like I was in for a long, confusing night.