I still can't decide if Bella should date Emmet or Jacob (and yes, Emmet is still dating Rosalie, which is one of the 'cons' on his list)! P.S. I just uploaded a brand new story, yay! It's called 'Strain' and is on my page.
Flashback- Charlie vs. Edward:
Edward was silent, tracing patterns onto my bare back with his cool fingertips. He usually wasn't so quiet.
"What's wrong?" I asked, rolling over so we were facing each other. His lips were drawn as he pulled me against him.
"How long have we been dating?" Edward asked quietly; almost inquisitively.
"Four months next week." I answered automatically, looking up at him through my lashes. He still refused to look directly at me.
"Is there a reason you refuse to let me meet your friends? Or your father?" Edward asked, finally meeting my eyes. He looked hurt.
"Edward…." I began, then realized I had no good explanation. "I, uh, thought you didn't like too much attention." I said lamely.
"I don't." Edward agreed, lazily circling my belly button with his thumb. "But meeting your friends wouldn't be 'too much attention'. I feel like I'm taking you away from them….when was the last time you saw Angie?"
"Angela." I corrected. "And it wasn't that long ago."
"How long?" Edward persisted.
"I dunno." I lied. "Maybe four weeks." Edward stiffened.
"See? I am keeping you from your friends." He said softly.
"Alice is my friend. And Emmet and Rosalie and Jasper." I pointed out. "And I see them all the time."
"You used to have other friends." Edward pointed out grudgingly. "And I'm sure they miss you, why don't you call them up?" I sighed and rested my forehead on his bare stomach.
"Fine." I groaned, getting up and pulling on Edward's shirt from last night and a pair of his boxers from the drawer. "I'll go call them now." I called on my way out of the room, glad I had evaded the one question I really didn't want to answer.
"Love? I haven't forgotten about your father!" Edward called once I reached the stairs. "I still need to meet him!" His voice was mockingly cheerful and I couldn't help but smile. I easily found my phone on the kitchen table, where I had left it last night. Just as I was about to dial Angela's number, and sharp knock at the front door distracted me.
"Edward? Could you get that?" I shouted. "I'm on the phone!" I heard his groan and then his footsteps on the stairs. Angela didn't answer her phone. Well, it was only eight on a Saturday morning.
"Hey Angela, it's Bella. I haven't seen you or Mike or Jessica or Jacob in ages and I thought maybe we could all hang out sometime. Just call me back." I hung up and heard quiet voices from the entryway.
"Bella, could you come here?" Edward called, his voice somewhat amused.
"Sure." I answered, padding down the hallway and almost barreling into my father when I reached the entryway.
"Morning, Bells." My father said in a deathly tone. I realized all too late that I was wearing a pair of Edward's boxers, one of his button-up shirts, and nothing else. I scrambled to cover up behind Edward, who was only wearing his pajama pants. This was really a bad moment to catch your daughter and her boyfriend in. "I…wanted to see you." My heart melted a little.
"I need to go change." Was all I said. "And so do you." I poked Edward in the ribs. "We'll be right back dad."
"We're really lucky I decided to put pants on." Edward murmured from behind me, kissing my shoulder blade. I rolled my eyes.
"When have you ever answered the door not wearing pants?" I giggled.
"Oh you'd be surprised." Edward teased, pulling a tee shirt on over his head then slipping into a pair of jeans. I smacked him with my shirt before putting it and a pair of shorts on.
"I don't think I would be." I contradicted him, pulling him out of our bedroom and downstairs.
"So I didn't know you'd moved in with your boyfriend." Charlie said.
"Maybe if you had been home once in a while, you would have." I snapped defensively. Edward stood behind me and put his arms around me comfortingly.
"Bella, don't blame the divorce all on me." Charlie shouted. "Your mother had plenty to do with it."
"Well, my mother at least was home. You were off doing god knows what." I was breathing frantically now, and I could feel the color in my cheeks. "And you haven't even tried to talk to me in almost two months. No wonder I didn't tell you I was moving!" Tears were forming in my eyes now, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Charlie stood there, looking defeated. Then his eyes snapped up to Edward.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, touching my daughter?" He shouted, and I actually gasped.
"Dad, Edward is allowed to touch me!" I snarled. "He's my boyfriend, and I love him." Charlie was fuming now, his gaze darting from Edward to me.
"You're too young to be in love." Charlie said gruffly.
"I'm 23 years old." I said quietly. "And Edward is 25. We're plenty old enough, dad. Older than you were when you and mom got married."
"And look how nicely that turned out." Charlie said disgustedly.
"Not to be disrespectful, but Bella and I are nothing like you and Renée." Edward interrupted. "We're in love, and our relationship is working."
"You live together." Charlie pointed out, but I could tell he was losing steam.
"We've only been living together for a few weeks. Please, if you're going to pick a fight, just leave." I said softly. Charlie stared at me for a moment, and without another word, turned and left.
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Edward is going to meet the friends probably in the chapter after the next one!
Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie