A/N: I was BLOWN AWAY!!!!! You all are amazing; I have no other words to describe it. I was practically jumping up and down in my chair when I returned home to find my inbox flooded with messages from FanFiction. You all have truly made my day. Thank you so much.

Now, someone has suggested doing a chapter in Edward's point of view. I'm still weighing that option. If I do that, I would probably write his day that he had while Bella is off with her dad. Also, I'm gonna veer off from the book a bit. This is the last time Bella and Edward will see each other before the wedding, so who knows what's in store?

Edward drove me home, the silence between us very comfortable. He reached over and took my hand that was resting on my lap. He twined our fingers together and brought them to lips, brushing his lips across the back of my hand. I looked at him, noticing the small smile fixed to his face. He caught me staring and turned to look at me. His eyes were practically dancing with excitement. As much as the wedding terrified me, I couldn't help but feel happy seeing the look on his face. His pale skin seemed to glow even brighter in the gloom of the late afternoon.

We pulled up to the house and he quickly got out and opened my door, offering his hand out to me. I took it and he easily pulled my into a standing position. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he led me into the house. Charlie was sprawled out across the couch, the baseball announcer's voice reaching us. He looked up, giving me a warm smile before turning a cold eye on Edward.

I knew he was still a little upset at the fact that we were getting married. He claimed to have accepted the fact that he was getting Edward as a son-in-law but I could tell otherwise. Charlie always put on a brave face for me, but it was from him that I got the ability to tell a lie that was more transparent than a ghost.

I slipped out of Edward's grasp and walked over to the couch where my father lay. I put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at me, giving me his warm smile that made his eyes crinkle.

"Hi, Dad." I said casually, flopping into the chair across from him.

He raised his eyebrow. I normally didn't sit in the living room and watch sports. "Hey, Bells. Everything okay?"

I laughed quietly to myself. "Yeah, everything's fine, Dad. Just wondered what you wanted for dinner."

He waved a hand in the air, indicating that he didn't care. I took that and stood up to head to the kitchen. Edward followed silently behind me. I poked around in the fridge, pulling out the ingredients for spaghetti. I just put a pot on the stove to get the sauce heated when a pair of cold hands grabbed my waist. He spun me around quickly, my head becoming dizzy. I wobbled slightly and heard him chuckle as his arms held me secure. His hand cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip before brushing his lips against mine.

He laughed again as he released me so I could finish making dinner. I managed to get everything set up just as Charlie walked into the kitchen. We ate dinner in silence, Edward standing off to the side as usual.

I knew why I had wanted to come home early. I had been thinking about it all day and I knew that I owed Charlie one more day. One more day as father and daughter before I had to leave him. That thought almost brought the tears, but I knew what I wanted. Charlie would just have to accept that.

"Ummm, Dad, I was wondering, do you have plans for tomorrow?" I looked up slowly. His fork had stopped half-way to his mouth, the noodles slipping off the end. His brows drew together in confusion, trying to process my answer.

"Why do you ask, Bells?" He looked at me, studying my face. I shrugged nonchalantly, picking at my food. I watched Edward's face behind my father's shoulder. His mouth was drawn in a line, but his chest was lightly rising and falling, trying with great effort to contain his laughter. I couldn't see anything funny going on, until it hit me that it must have been what was going on inside my dad's head. I rolled my eyes before turning to my dad.

"Well, I was thinking, maybe we could spend tomorrow together. If you wanted to, that is."

Realization dawned on him. "Oh. Well, sure, Bella, anything you want to do, just let me know."

The rest of dinner passed quietly. I washed the dishes while Edward dried. I looked at the clock to read 8:49. I sat down at the table, resting my head on my arms. I felt his cool touch on my cheek, his fingers bringing my face up to meet his. He pulled me to my feet and held me against his chest.

"I have to go. I'll be back later tonight but I can't stay long. I'll explain later, but for now, I really have to leave." I nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him to the door.

"I promise to be back soon, love," he said and turned to walk away in the darkness. I waited until the tail lights disappeared around the corner. I left the front porch and went back inside. I began to head toward the stairs when I heard Charlie call my name from the living room.

"Yeah, Dad? Did you want something?" I sat back down in the chair, waiting for him to speak.

He looked a little nervous, rubbing the back of his neck to try to think of what to say.

"Bells, did you really mean what you said at dinner?"

I smiled a little before nodding my head. "Yeah, I did. I want to spend tomorrow with you, Dad. Remember, I'm getting…married… in two days. Well, one now, I guess." I still surprised me that I was so close to being with Edward…forever.

He grunted in response, muttering something about 'monkey suit' and 'too young' before looking back at me. He smiled again before continuing.

"Well, that's great, Bella, but are you sure you don't want to spend it with your friends?"

I sighed. This was more difficult than I had originally planned. I lifted myself up and walked over to sit on the couch next to him. Affection was uncharted waters for us, but it seemed the only way to get him to understand. I grabbed the hand that was sitting next to me and turned it over in mine. It brought back memories from the times when I had come here when I was little. I smiled as I remembered the day that my dad had tried to teach me to ride a bike. The hand that had been holding me steady then was the same one that had held me steady through all of my ups and downs. And now, it was this hand that I was leaving behind.

"Dad, I really want to spend tomorrow with you. We can watch baseball, eat at the Lodge, even go fishing if you want." He chuckled at that last option, but I could hear the sadness in his voice. I knew that this was hard on him and I wanted to make the most of our time.

"Only if you're sure, Bells." I nodded, smiling as he grasped my hand. "I would love to spend tomorrow with you."

I gave him one last smile before standing up. "Good night, Dad."

I was on the stairs before I heard him.

"Good night, Bella."

I walked slowly up the stairs, my heart full of love for my father. I couldn't help the few tears that escaped and rolled down my cheek. I laughed and wiped them away. I opened the door to my room and wasn't surprised to see my marble angel relaxing on my bed. He smiled serenely up at me before sitting up and opening his arms wide for me. I sighed happily as I settled myself in his arms.

He placed a kiss on my hair before leaning down so I could feel his cool breath tickle my ear.

"You truly are too selfless for your own good, do you know that? That was a wonderful thing you just did." He placed a soft kiss under my ear before turning me to face him.

I rested my forehead against his before he pulled me to his chest, molding my body to fit his. I placed my hands on either side of his face before he covered them with his own.

"I thought you said you had something to explain to me?"

"Oh," he said, looking down. He gently pulled my hands away from his face, letting them rest on his chest. "I really don't want to do this, but when Alice and Emmett have a plan, it's best not to fight them."

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. I lifted his face to mine again and I could see that something was pulling at him. I silently prodded him to continue.

"I only have about ten minutes before I have to leave you. Emmett and Jasper are determined to throw me a bachelor party before the wedding and by the time you get done with your dad tomorrow, Alice will have already kidnapped you and hidden you from me. She's making me abide by the 'no seeing the bride twenty-four hours before the wedding' rule," he said, making a face.

As it dawned on me that I wouldn't see him until the wedding, I felt something heavy drop into my stomach. I sighed and leaned into his chest, pressing my lips to his. He pulled me even closer to him, planting my body firmly against his.

He sighed wistfully before moving his mouth to my neck and planting a small kiss at the base of it. He pressed his forehead against mine once more and looked me in the eye. "I don't care. It's really not worth leaving you for that long."

I was about nod in agreement when I heard my window slide up and Jasper jumped lithely through the window, landing cat-like on the rug.

"I heard that, Edward, and Emmett will throw a fit. I wouldn't put it beneath him to come in that window and drag you out of here."

Edward groaned before lifting up the both of us to stand. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly before pulling back. I stepped out of his loving embrace and pushed him toward his brother.

"Go. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Have fun and I will see you soon."

He smiled, ushering Jasper out the window before crossing the room and sweeping me into his arms one more time.

"I love you, Isabella. I'll see you at the altar."

I laughed. "I'll be the one in white."

He laughed before kissing me once more before disappearing out my window. I crossed the room to look out on the front lawn. He turned back to the window, flashing me a brilliant smile before disappearing into the night.

A/N: There you are. I think this is the longest one so far, and you all deserve it. And, I would like your opinion:

Would you like a chapter in Edward's POV or keep it all in Bella's and would like me to write a chapter about Bella and Charlie's day together?

And, after the response for last chapter, think we can shoot for at least 60 reviews? Please? I would be ecstatic!!!! (Did you catch the quote from Breaking Dawn I used; I thought it fit quite well.)

Much love,

-Truth in the Moon

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.