Hey everyone! Okay this is another Project Team Beta writing challenge entry. I believe it was the third one but I can not remember what the prompt was. I fail!

Thank you again kitchmill! Even when the snow is crazy you still have time to make my words better! I really appreciate it! And thank you to everyone that has been reading these!

Disclaimer, I don't own Twilight. I own my silly ideas.

My hands were shaking as I made my way into the restaurant. The blonde hostess smiled at me as I walked up to the wooden podium. Just seeing how expensive the decorations were, with art work that should have been in a museum, I knew my nerves were justified.

"How can I help you?" Her fake smile made my stomach twist.

"I'm here to see Mr. Banner." I surprised myself when my voice didn't crack. Maybe I would be able to hide my nerves.

Her blue eyes lit up and she tilted her head. "What's your name?"

"Edward, Edward Masen." She scanned a list in front of her and nodded. Ignoring the menus, she started walking toward the back, beckoning me to follow.

The patrons of the restaurant watched me as I walked the whole length of the restaurant. It was probably my jeans or my chaotic hair. I didn't look like a regular customer, and I was well aware of that. But there was nothing wrong with that, I kept telling myself. I couldn't afford to eat here; I mean I could barely afford to buy myself some lousy frozen dinners. But I wasn't here to buy a nice meal. I was here to meet the man who was my biological father.

Imagine my surprise when my father died and my mother told me the truth. Standing in front of his tombstone, as tears ran down her face, she told me that the man I was named after wasn't my real father. Instead he was my adoptive father, and my real one was out there somewhere.

I felt so numb when she dropped that news on me. I didn't understand why she didn't share that earlier, like when I questioned why I didn't look like him or why his parents seemed to prefer my sister over me.

She told me she would help me find my father if I wanted to meet him. It took me a couple years, because no matter what, that man we buried would forever be my real father, nothing would change that. But curiosity got the best of me and I decided to meet him. I knew if I didn't I would wonder who he was for the rest of my life.

And now I was meeting him.

The doors opened, and three men in black suits stood there. Their mouths were pursed into a tight line and I heard a man chuckle from behind them.

"Stand down." The voice was booming, but familiar. It did the trick, and the three goons moved out of the way. Standing there was a man I had seen many times before.

"King Carlisle?" The confusion was evident in my voice.

"Edward." He sighed as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, the same way I did with mine. Looking at him, almost as if for the first time, I saw the similarities. He had the same nose I did and our eyes were an identical green.

An awkward silence filled the room and he offered me a seat. I hadn't noticed the table that sat in the middle of the room. All I could focus on was the fact that my biological father was the king. He wasn't some random guy, he was the king. The leader of our nation.

Almost as if on auto pilot I took a seat across from him and just stared.

"Sorry we couldn't meet last week, I had the summit and then I had that silly gallery thing." He waved his excuse away and gave me a small smile. "This is a lot to take in, huh?"

Swallowing loudly, I nodded my head.

"Well, we can go slow. I have all day. Your mom tells me you're engaged?"

I coughed in shock and took a sip of the water in front of me.

"How do you know about Bella? Wait, you and my mom talk?"

He nodded his head. "Of course, Edward. Just because I wasn't there for you doesn't mean I didn't want to be. I've been in contact with your mother your whole life. I know more than you think."

I wanted to push my chair back and storm out of there. Not only had she been keeping him from me, but she had been sharing everything I did with him? What the hell was this?

"I can see what your mom means, we do have the same agitated look." He laughed and I tried not to smile. I was trying to hold on to my emotions, but it was nice knowing we had something else in common other than our looks.

"If you know everything, why did you agree to meet me?"

He held my gaze as he said, "Because I was tired of letting my past mistakes rule my life. I want to know you, Edward, not watch you from afar."

I nodded my head at his words. It seemed I would stay.