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BPOV

Cinnamon. Cinnamon and honey and boy and... Edward.

His taste was like nothing I'd ever had on my tongue, and I wanted more.

I shifted in his lap, wanting to get closer and moaned when his hand rode higher under my shirt, caressing the skin at my sides.

I was ready to turn and straddle his lap when a knock on the window broke us apart.

I looked up quickly, irritated at being interrupted when I felt my body tense.

Charlie. My dad in all his chief Swan glory, was glaring at the back of Edward's head like if he could shoot lasers from his eyes.

Shit.

The look on Edward's face when he realized it was my dad would have been comical, if it weren't for the fact that I was right there with him, scared out of my mind.

"Umm, hi dad," I greeted him with a blush, once I'd scrambled off of Edward's lap and out of the car.

"Isabella," he said, turning his glower to me for a second before looking back at Edward.

Isabella. Not good. He never called me Isabella.

"Uh, shouldn't you still be at the station? Why are you home so early?" I asked, regretting it instantly when he turned to me with an arched eyebrow.

"What are you doing making out with some boy in his car in our driveway?" he retorted.

"Touché," I mumbled under my breath, watching as the slightest twitch of his mustache broke through his scowl.

"Uh hi Chief Swan, I'm Edward Cullen," my boyfriend stated bravely, walking around the car to shake his hand. Well as brave as you could be with a trembling hand.

"Edward," my dad said, grasping his hand in his and smirking when he saw the nervousness in Edward's gaze. "Would you like to explain what I just witnessed?"

"We were uh, we were just," Edward stuttered before lifting his gaze from the floor and blurting out something that made me smile. "I love your daughter and I would never do anything to disrespect her."

"And making out with her in your car wasn't disrespectful?" Charlie huffed.

"We just got a little carried away," Edward blushed, looking down, but smiling when I squeezed his hand in mine.

"How long has this been going on?" my father demanded. "I've never even seen you before."

"I just moved here, from Florida," Edward muttered, the realization of how we met lighting up in my fathers eyes and he once again turned his attention to me, but not before glaring at our joined hands.

"You told me I had nothing to worry about," he stated, reminding me of what I'd said my first day back.

"I didn't think you did," I tried to explain.

"And this isn't something to worry about?"

"I didn't know he was moving here, so I figured you really didn't need to worry since we weren't going to actually be together."

"I knew this was going to happen one day," he grumbled under his breath. "Why couldn't you be ugly?"

"Dad!"

"Follow me," he ordered, turning briskly and walking into the house.

"Do you think he's going to kill me?" Edward whispered as we walked behind him.

"I hope not," I murmured, too quiet for Edward to hear.

"Bella, can you excuse us for a minute?" Charlie asked, flicking his eyes toward the kitchen.

"But dad I.."

"Isabella," he interrupted. The full name meant business, so I reluctantly let go of Edward's hand and made my way towards the kitchen, mouthing I love you to him over my shoulder. His body relaxed a little, a small smile forming on his face before my father cleared his throat and he tensed again.

I walked into the kitchen, pacing back and forth as I heard the quiet murmurs coming from the living room.

I needed a distraction, so I grabbed our house phone and called Rose.

"Had enough of your boy toy already? I got to say Swan, that kiss in the cafeteria was pretty hot so I have no idea why your not.."

"Rose, help me. They're in the other room and I don't know what to do," I whispered nervously into the phone from the kitchen, peeking into the living room where I could see Edward's profile.

"Who's in the other room? Call the cops Bella! Charlie will.."

"No no, Charlie and Edward are in the other room," I interrupted her from her freak out.

"Fucking Bella!" she shouted. "You scared me, I thought someone was robbing your house."

"Sorry," I whispered in the phone. "But what the hell do I do?"

"Bella," she sighed. "They were going to meet anyway, what's wrong with right now?"

"What's wrong is that were just making out in his car and my dad caught us."

"Are you serious?" she asked, bursting out laughing.

"It's not funny," I grumbled.

"Poor Edward," she continued to laugh. "He just can't catch a break. Oh B, I'm sorry. I'm sure your dad will love him... like eventually."

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes, taking a peek again to see my dad pat Edward's shoulder. That's a good sign right?

"What's going on? Can you hear anything?" she asked curiously, girl was as nosy as I was.

"No," I huffed, trying my hardest to hear something, anything.

"Get closer," she instigated.

"He'll see," I argued.

"Are you in the kitchen?"

"Yea, why?"

"Remember when we were little and we thought it was cool to sneak from the living room the kitchen without your dad knowing?"

Yes! The secret doors. We had a cupboard in our kitchen that was connected to the closet under the stairs.

"This is why I love you!" I gushed into the phone, making her laugh.

"Just keep me on the line, I want to know," she chuckled.

"Nosy bitch," I teased.

"Says the girl crawling into a cupboard so she can listen in."

"Shut up," I laughed, opening the door that led to under the stairs and shushing her. "Ok, I'm at the door, you have to be quiet so I can hear."

I pressed my ear against the door, before finally making out the voice of my father.

"So you love her? It's been 3 weeks, can you really say that?"

"I can't explain it, I just.. know," I heard Edward sigh. "I know it sounds crazy but what else can I say?"

"Have you ever held a gun Edward?"

"Uh, no sir."

"What the hell?" I whispered.

"What, what happened?" Rose asked in my ear.

"I think my dad is showing him his gun," I groaned softly.

"Ooh, is it big?" Rose teased. She made a point of making her crush on my dad known anytime she could.

"You're sick," I sighed.

"Don't speak that way to your future mother," she guffawed, making a small laugh leave my lips. She was ridiculous, but I loved her. "Ok, sorry, so what about his gun?"

"Shh."

".. and if you ever hurt one hair on my baby girl's head I won't hesitate to use it."

"Oh shit, he threatened him," I gasped.

"Sir, I umm.."

"Would you like a demonstration?" my dad asked, making a huge fuss of cocking his gun loudly.

"No!" I shouted, dropping the phone and bursting out of the closet, rushing to Edward's side.

My father's laughter rang out throughout the room, and I looked into Edward's eyes to see relief wash over his face.

My father was roaring with laughter, bending at the waist as he dropped the gun to the floor.

"I was kidding," he said through his guffaws, straightening up and watching us with mirth in his eyes. "Did you really think I was going to shoot him?"

"I don't know," I pouted.

"I knew you were in there," he smirked. "Plus it didn't hurt to mess with him either, I had a few hours to plan this."

"You knew?" I asked confused.

"Your mother called me earlier," he said, continuing before I could ask another question. "Yea I know, it was strange. She called to tell me that you were going to have a visitor and that I had to realize that you were growing up and accept it."

"She told you about Edward?"

"Yes, she didn't want me to overreact, which I admit I did a little in the beginning, until she convinced me that he was important to you. Of course," he raised an eyebrow. "I didn't expect to find you with his tongue down your throat."

"Wait, she knew? What.."

"You have to call her and ask," he said lifting his hands in innocence.

"So, you're ok with this?" I asked hopefully.

"No," he said, making my face fall. "But I will be, eventually."

"That's all I ask," I said brightly, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Just, please don't let me catch you like that again, you're my daughter and I don't want to have to cut off his hands for touching you."

"Thank you," I chuckled as he let me go. "And I promise."

"Well," he cleared his throat. "Edward, it was nice meeting you, kind of, hope you're brave enough to show your face around here again."

"Thank you sir, you won't regret it," he beamed at him, intertwining his fingers with mine, as he extended his other hand to my father.

"Call me Charlie," he said, gripping his hand and giving him a firm shake, smiling when he felt Edward give as good as he got. "Now get out of my house."

Edward and I both laughed when my father winked to show he was joking, throwing himself in his recliner and turning on the TV.

"I really should go," Edward said, kissing my forehead.

"Do you have to?" I said, tightening my arms around him.

"Yea, if I want to have a bed to sleep in tonight," he chuckled. "I didn't get anything unpacked, I was too anxious to see you again."

"Ok," I sighed with a soft smile, standing on my toes to kiss him, laughing when he pulled away with a quick look at my dad, who was watching us with an amused look on his face.

"You can pretend I'm not here," he smirked.

"Impossible," Edward chuckled under his breath.

"I'll walk you out," I said, grabbing his hand.

"I'm timing you," Charlie called from the living room, making me roll my eyes.

"Do you think he really is?" Edward chuckled as we walked up to his car.

"Probably," I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm so glad he's ok with this."

"You? What about me? I thought he was going to kill me for a second baby."

"I wouldn't have let him," I said with a smile, hugging him around his middle.

"Oh, I know," he teased. "Running out of that closet to save me."

"I wanted to know what he was saying to you," I blushed.

"Thank you," he said, bending his neck to kiss me softly. "For wanting to come to my rescue."

"Mmm," I moaned against his lips, pushing my body closer against his.

"I'm not letting him catch us again," he chuckled against my lips, kissing me once more before pushing me back by my hips. "I'll be here to pick you up in the morning."

"Ok," I said, giggling when he captured my lips with his again.

I watched him drive away, happy that I'd see him again in a few hours, because he wasn't far away this time, he was here.

"Bella," I heard my dad shout from the doorway and turned to see him with the house phone in his hand. "Were you talking to somebody on this?"

"Thanks," I said, grabbing it and calling Rose, knowing she was probably freaking out that I dropped it.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I said before she could say anything.

"What the hell happened? I heard you scream and then a thud and that's it, are you ok?"

"Yea, my dad thought it would be funny to pretend he was going to shoot Edward," I groaned, hearing my fathers laughter.

"What?" she laughed.

"Apparently he knew about Edward, so he decided to mess with us."

"How did he know about him?" she asked, confused.

"My mom told him, and speaking of that, I have to call her and see how the hell she knew and why she didn't tell me."

"Call me after," she demanded.

"Nosy," I chuckled.

"Duh," she laughed before hanging up.

"Hi sweetie, I was hoping to hear from you today," my mom answered sweetly.

"Why?" I asked, playing dumb. "It's been a pretty boring day."

"I thought you'd be excited Edward moved there," she said sounding confused.

"Wait, Edward's moving here? What?" I screamed excitedly into the phone.

"You didn't know?" she gasped before grumbling under her breath. "Damn it, I wanted it to be a surprise for you."

"Why?"

"Oh Bella, you were so sad when you left and so was he. I barely found out where they were moving to last week, and I thought it would be a great surprise instead of you anxiously awaiting his arrival. Which now you're going to be doing since I told you.."

"And you called dad to warn him? He messed with us and pulled a gun out on him mom!"

"He would've reacted worse if I hadn't told him.. Wait he's there? Bella!"

"Sorry," I laughed. "But you should have told me."

"You didn't like the surprise?"

"Of course I did! But it would've helped to not be practically depressed for a week."

"But he's there now right?" she asked excitedly. "And now you can continue where you left off."

"Yea," I said smiling into the phone.

"Tell me everything! Did you jump into his arms when you saw him?"

"Yea," I laughed. "And we got detention for it."

"What?" she chuckled, before I explained to her all that happened, from detention to Charlie.

"Oh, your father was always a jokester," she said, coming down from her loud laughter.

"Well he seems to be ok with it so far," I said happily.

"Of course he is baby, he just wants you to be happy, he was worried something happened while you were down here, since you'd been so quiet after you went back. I'm pretty sure he see's how happy you are now."

"Thanks mom," I smiled into the phone. "I love you."

"I love you too, call me soon. I want updates on you and Edward," she laughed.

"You sound like a teenage girl," I chuckled.

"I always said we could pass for sisters," she teased, making me laugh before we ended the call.

After putting the phone back I its place, I walked into the living room, sitting on the arm of my dads recliner.

"What?" he asked, once I'd been sitting there for a while.

"What did you think?" I asked, biting my lip.

"He seems like a good guy," he shrugged his shoulders. "Your mom said he's always been really sweet, good grades, never been in trouble."

"He is," I smiled.

"Are you sure you want a boyfriend? What happened to cooties?" he asked, making me laugh.

"Technically, I had the cooties, and that was when I was 8, I'm going to be 18 this year you know," I smirked.

"Don't remind me," he groaned. "You're growing up too fast."

"I'm still your little girl," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Mu little girl who makes out with boys," he grumbled.

"One boy," I corrected. "And he's my boyfriend, and he loves me."

"I still don't understand that, you've know each other not even a month."

"I don't understand it either," I shrugged shyly. "I just know."

"Yea yea," he sighed, flicking the air with his hand, before giving me a small smile. "You're happy?"

"Ecstatic," I said, smiling big.

"Then so am I," he said patting my knee. "But he hurts you.."

"You pull out the big guns," I rolled my eyes. "Got it."

"Good girl," he chuckled, before turning back to his TV.

Once I was in my room, I grabbed my cell phone, noticing the missed text messages from throughout the day. I laughed at his messages, wishing I would have been able to reply to them at the time, but glad I wasn't, since the surprise was so much better.

As I was thinking of replying to them, my phone vibrated in my hand.

"Are you psychic? I was just about to respond to your text messages from earlier," I smiled into the phone.

"Oh yea? What? The one about freezing my balls off?" he chuckled.

"You are psychic!" I laughed, because that had been the one I was going to reply to. "I was just going to say, now that you're here, I can keep them warm."

"Really?" he asked, the smirk evident in his voice.

"Oh yea," I whispered huskily. "I'll buy you some heated pants."

"Thanks," he burst out laughing. "Tease."

"Eh, you'll never know," I shrugged my shoulders with a giggle, listening to the rustling on the other line. "What are you doing?"

"I told you, I had to come home and make sure I had a bed to sleep in tonight, so I'm unpacking all of blankets and stuff."

"Is it the same one that was on your bed in Florida?" I asked, thinking back to the sleek deep blue bed he had, that I may have enjoyed a few roll arounds in.

"You mean the one that looked fucking gorgeous against your skin?" he practically purred, guess he was thinking about those days too.

"Are you picturing me on them right now?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe," he teased back. "Always baby, I couldn't sleep in those sheets without thinking of you in them."

"Think they missed me?"

"Of course they did, you're hotter than I am Bella," he chuckled.

"Please," I scoffed, had he seen himself?

"It's true. I'm kind of sad it's so cold out here, I think my sheets and I got used to you in all those tiny bikinis, showing all that skin."

"Guess we'll have to find another way for me to show off all that skin," I bit my lip, I'm pretty sure he got where I was going with this. I want to be naked in your bed Edward.

"I'm sure we will," he whispered. "Do you think we're ready for that?"

"I never said we had to do anything; I just want to see you, feel you. Don't you?"

"Since that day you got off that towel and I first saw your body," he admitted with a laugh. "I'm a guy Bella, I'm pretty sure I picture you naked at least once a day."

"Yea?" I teased. "And what is my naked self doing?"

"Well," he cleared his throat.

"Edward! Come eat!" I heard his mom shout in the background.

"I have to go," he groaned. "I'll show you one day."

"Ok, I'll see you in the morning."

"Have sweet dreams tonight pretty girl," he said sweetly.

"They'll be of you," I responded.

"Then I don't know how sweet they'll be," he chuckled. "I love you."

"Love you too," I laughed, before hanging up the phone, surprised when it started ringing again.

"What? Want me to describe my dirty dreams to you now?" I answered.

"Ooh, do tell," Rose said on the other line.

"No," I laughed. "I thought you were Edward."

"Kinky Bella," she laughed. "I like it. By the way, when someone says call me after, it usually means right after."

"I'm sorry dear," I said dryly. "Were you waiting for my call?"

"No," she laughed. "I was talking to Emmett."

"Of course," I rolled my eyes. "How's the big lug? Did he say anything about Edward?"

"Just that if he hurts a hair on his belly bean's head, he'd hit him over the head with a baseball bat, throw him in his car and throw him in the ocean, down at La Push."

"That's very, umm, descriptive," I chuckled. "Was Jasper in on this?"

"Of course, where do you think he'd get the baseball bat?" she laughed. Jasper had been on our baseball team since his freshman year, and I was hoping him and Edward could bond over that if he joined.

"But besides that, he said you looked beyond happy when you saw him, and that he'd give him a chance for you."

"I swear, it's like he's my second father," I joked. "But I'm glad, I want them to get along."

"They will, he's joining us at lunch right?"

"Can he?"

"Of course B, we've all been waiting for a boyfriend we can tell all your embarrassing stories too."

"I'm hanging up now," I threatened jokingly.

"Ok, ok sorry, we won't embarrass you, much," she laughed. "Now tell me about your devious mother."

I spent a while talking to her, before my father called me down to eat. Where he proceeded to ask me questions about Edward.

By the end of the night, he seemed to truly be ok with our relationship, and I couldn't be happier.

All in all, it was a good day.

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