Before leaving the Rez, we check out the house across the street from Jacob. He and Emmett know exactly how to fix up the place and volunteer to get started right away. I give them cash for materials and tell them I just need it livable. Of course, we still need furniture; I cancel the things I've already ordered for Finn and ask Mom and Dad to reorder them so they can't be traced. They have an extra bed for me and some living room things we can use for now. It won't be much, but we'll make the cabin our temporary home.

Before we head back to Charlie's, we stop at the diner to grab dinner to take home. I still remember Charlie's order from when Bella and I would get it for him—T-bone steak and a potato. I get a burger, and Finn settles on chicken strips.

Charlie is waiting for us outside when we get back, and he quickly grabs Finn from the passenger side of the old Chevy. He asks her about her day with the guys, and she tells him how we've narrowed down the search area. I know Charlie is going to want to come with us to rescue Bella, but I need him to stay behind and take care of Finn. If something happens to me, she's going to need him.

And If I can't get Bella back, he's going to need her.

"You remembered after all these years," Charlie says with a chuckle, taking the food. "How'd it go with the guys?"

I nod, sitting at the table with him and Finn. "Good. Finn remembered a lot about her location, and they narrowed down a search area in northern and western Wyoming. It's better than looking in multiple states."

"Absolutely. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart," he tells Finn as we dig into our food.

Once we're done, I put Finn on the couch as she asks to start the Star Wars sequels. Charlie immediately gives in to whatever she wants, turning off a ball game so I can log into my Disney Plus account. Eventually, Finn falls asleep, and I decide it's time to have a serious conversation with Charlie.

"If something happens to me when we go to find Bella, I'm going to need you to take care of Finn," I say. "I know it's a lot to ask, but you can take care of her in ways my parents can't. You can protect her."

"You're going to come back and bring my daughter with you, son," he says, shaking his head. "I'll do anything for Finley, of course, but I don't want to think about you failing. With Jake and the guys you served with, you will succeed and bring my daughter home. I need to see her and Finn together."

"It'll be a sight, won't it? God, I wish I were there for her birth. I keep thinking about how Bella must've been all alone, which tears me apart. She's been so strong raising Finn in a hell hole. I just want her to be safe again."

"You'll save her, Edward, and I'll keep Finn safe while you do. But you're coming home—both of you are."

I hope he's right, but this is dangerous. I have no idea what we're going into. Finn said this place has armed gates, which means we'll have to fight our way in. Any number of things can go wrong, and I'm not sure how we will handle it. I figure the best way to get in and out quickly is a helicopter, which Emmett can get his hands on and fly.

I just hope Bella is still alive for us to bring home.

. . . . .

Over the next week, Emmett, Jacob, and I will get the house prepared. We fixed the drywall, put a new bathtub in, and basically redid the entire kitchen. I have to say, it looks good. A lot of work was completed in a short amount of time, but we made the place livable. We retrieved the furniture from Mom and Dad's, and I spent a few extra days getting it set up with Sue's help in Finn's room, which is the only complete-looking space, but we'll get there.

Alice and Jasper come down over the weekend, bringing more of our stuff with them. I fill the house with the extra items in preparation for move-in day. Finn's drawers and closet are full, and Alice even brought some of my Lego Star Wars models to decorate with.

However, Charlie is having a hard time with the idea of us moving out.

"What if Finn stays here every once in a while?" he asks.

I nod over my morning coffee. Finn is still fast asleep upstairs, so it's just the two of us at the table. "You can have her anytime you want, Charlie. I'll never deny you time with your granddaughter."

"She's my world now, Edward. She's so much like Bella, but she's also her own person. I can't express how much I love her. It's like . . . I've been missing her. I was so happy when you and Bella told me you were expecting. I couldn't wait to be a grandpa. And now, suddenly, I am one, and it feels so right."

"She is a special girl."

"She's a miracle. You and Bella made an amazing kid, Edward. Thank you for staying with me and giving me more time with her."

"I can't thank you enough for keeping us safe. You risked your life for us."

"Nah, I did what any grandfather would do."

"No, you did much more. You put your life on the line. My parents couldn't have done what you did. I know Finn is safe with you."

"I'd protect her with my life."

"I know you would, which is why I'm trusting you with her when I go get Bella."

"I'll keep her safe, and you'll bring my baby home."

I nod. "That's the plan, Charlie. I want my wife back. I've never given up on finding her, and now we're so close. She's had to endure so much, and I pray she's strong enough to keep going."

"Bella is," he says with conviction. "She raised a child for fourteen years in captivity. She's holding on for rescue; I have to believe that."

"I promise I'm going to bring her home to you."

He sips his coffee and nods. "I trust you, Edward. I know I wasn't the biggest supporter of your early marriage, but you have proven your love to her. You took care of her and loved her dearly. I wish I had been more supportive of you two."

"You were worried about your only child. I didn't get it then, but now I do. If Finn wanted to marry at eighteen, I'd lose it."

"Daughters are a hell of a thing, son." He chuckles. "But you and Bella . . . you've been together most of your lives. I was expecting the engagement, but the marriage so early caught me by surprise. I should have handled it better."

I smile. "Like I said, I get it now. Once I get Bella back, I'm never letting her go."

Suddenly I hear Finn screaming, and both Charlie and I take off up the stairs. I find her on the ground next to the bed, crying and screaming for me. I quickly scoop her up and into my arms.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask. "Are you hurt?"

I lay her on the bed and look her over as she cries. "I-I fell a-and I couldn't g-get up."

Fuck, she might have injured her pelvis, I think. "Are you in pain?"

She nods, sniffling.

"All right, to be on the safe side, we're going to go to the hospital and get an x-ray."

"We'll take the cruiser," Charlie says. "It'll be more comfortable for her than the truck."

I nod, picking her up again. We head out to the car, and I call my dad to make sure he's at work—which, thankfully, he is. Charlie makes the short drive while I sit in the back with Finn in my lap. Dad is waiting for us when we pull into the ambulance bay and takes Finn from me.

"You're going to be all right, baby girl," he tells her. "Can you tell me what hurts the most?"

She points to her left side as she hiccups from crying. Dad takes her straight into a room, placing her on the gurney. He orders pain medication and a portable x-ray, taking complete control of her care. It seems everything happens quickly when the chief of medicine's granddaughter is hurt.

We get the x-ray, which shows a minor hairline fracture, but the hardware is okay, and the significant breaks are still healing. She must've hit the wood floor hard, and I feel awful that I wasn't there.

"Did you have a nightmare?" I ask as she blinks slowly from the medication making her drowsy.

She nods. "Yeah, and I couldn't stop myself from falling. I'm sorry."

I brush her hair off her forehead and shake my head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This is just a little bump in the road. Do you want to talk about your nightmare?"

She shakes her head. "It's the same as it's been. Caius killing you."

"I'm sorry you have these nightmares, sweet girl. I wish I could stop them. I should have been there for you this morning."

"It's okay, Daddy. When can we leave the hospital?"

"They're getting your discharge paperwork ready. We'll put you back on pain medicine for a while and then go back to Ibuprofen once you've healed some more."

She groans as Charlie comes back in with two cups of coffee.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asks, handing me a cup and then pulling a bottle of water from his back pocket for her.

"The medicine helped, but I'm ready to get out of here."

"I can imagine." He nods. "We'll go home, settle you on the couch, and you can watch whatever you want on TV."

"I think I just want to sleep."

"Then you can," I say as Dad comes in with the paperwork.

There's a business card attached for one of the hospital psychologists, and I nod to him, knowing I need to get her in to talk to someone soon. We can't keep going like this. I can take care of her physical injuries, but the mental scars need more than I can offer. Nothing is going to get better without more help. I'm also boiling with rage at these fuckers for making this happen to Finn. If not for them, we would be back in our apartment, not on the run. Finn wouldn't be sleeping in Bella's old twin bed and wouldn't have fallen off and injured herself. I swear they will pay for this if it's the last thing I ever do.

"Time for you to go home, sweetheart," Dad says as Finley nods.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

He leans down, hugging her gently before kissing the top of her head. "I'll see you soon, okay? I love you."

"I love you too," she says sleepily.

I carry her out to the police cruiser and sit in the back with her again as Charlie drives us to his house. I stealthily keep my eyes on our surroundings to be sure we are not being followed, and I'm sure Charlie is doing the same. She falls asleep in my arms and doesn't stir when I carry her inside. I get her settled in my lap on the couch and just hold her. At least the fracture is minor and doesn't require more surgery, but I still feel like I should have been with her. She never sleeps well alone. I pull out the business card Dad gave me, looking over the number before dialing it.

"Hi, I need to make an appointment for my daughter," I say when the receptionist answers.

This is another step in helping her to heal.

Don't own Twilight.

Thanks to May, Brier, and Mary for prereading. And thanks to Fran for beta'ing