Okay, so thanks for the reviews! They were real helpful. And just to set the record straight, NO, I've never had my tonsils removed. So what I type could be true or not true; if you've had your tonsils taken out, verify. Thanks. And just for the story, let's pretend Charlie has always liked Edward.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize from the twilight series. All that is Stephanie Meyer's genius.

Back to the story. Edward is taking Bella home, and Bella's being difficult.

"Bella," Edward reproached me as I clicked my seatbelt, "You're being difficult. Why aren't you going to have your tonsils taken out?"

"Because I don't want to."

"And why is Charlie going to allow that?"

"Charlie doesn't have to know."

"Wait, wait: Charlie doesn't know?"

I shrugged. "He was gone when I woke up this morning."

Before I'd even finished my sentance, I could see the plans forming in his eyes and groaned.

"Edward, please..."

He put a stone finger over my lips. "Sh. Don't strain you're throat."

I put my head on my seatbelt and sulked. I didn't know exactly what he had in his head, but I knew one thing for sure: the odds were against me.

"Bella? Is that you?" Charlie asked from the living room when we got back.

"MmHmm!" I yelled through my lips. I was pleased to see, at least, I sounded normal when I wasn't talking.

"I'm here too, Charlie!" Edward yelled.

"Hello Edward!" he added for good measure.

We walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, across from Charlie's easy chair.

"How was your day?"he asked.

I nodded and smiled. Apparently, that was all it took for him to understand. Edward wasn't having that.

"Say, Charlie, I was just wondering, what's Bella's favorite food?"

Charlie was a little confused. "I think pizza. But why don't you just ask her?"

Edward bobbed his head. "Good idea." He looked down. "Bella?"

Okay, that was a cheap shot. I immediatley saw what he was trying to do. But I wasn't going down without a fight. I nodded and pointed at Charlie, indicating he was right. Edward's brows furrowed. Then he brightened as he had another idea.

"You know, Alice told me about a new theme park she's heard about and she thinks it might be fun to go. What do you think?"

I nodded.

"Okay, what day do you think it would be good to go?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. He knew he was getting close. And Charlie obviously knew something was up, too. He muted the t.v., (It was on commercials,) and turned his attention toward me.

"Bella, you haven't said anything since you've been home. Is everything okay?"

I nodded.

"Then say something."

I was quiet. Then something clicked inside Charlie and he turned to Edward. "What's wrong with her?"

"She has to get her tonsils taken out."

"What?!" Charlie was apalled(sp?).

"She was over at my house and her voice was really scratchy. Carslile looked at her throat and said she needed to get her tonsils taken out."

I glared at him. "Thanks a lot."

"You weren't going to tell me?" Now Charlie was mad.

"Dad, you know how I am about going to the doctor," I croaked.

Too late. Charlie was already on the phone with Carslile and he was arranging dates. I groaned.

Later that night, when I was in my room and Edward had his arms around me, he was trying to comfort me. Charlie had told me after he was off the phone that he and Carslile had decided my surgery would be the next afternoon. Carslile was going to do the operation. That comforted me a little. But not much.

"What are you thinking?" Edward asked. I said nothing.

"Bella, honestly, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid."

He smirked and wiggled his arm so he could put his hand where my heart was. He was reading my pulse. And I knew he would be able to read the lies with the acceleration of my heartbeat. He gently pulled me closer and laid his cheek on my hair.

"Relax. I'll go with you. I know you're scared, and I know you're only scared because you think it's going to hurt. You wouldn't have any knowledge of what would happen because you would be knocked out cold."

"Sure; that helps."

He chuckled. Then he hummed my lullaby in my ear. I fought off my exaustion as hard as I could, but it was no use. I'd used all my energy worrying about tomorrow. I pulled my covers up higher and sent to sleep.

ALRIGHT! Next chapter, Bella's going to the hospital to get his tonsils taken out. But she's not going down without a fight!