This one is close to me. Some of the things that are mentioned are based by real life experiences.

Title: Daddy's Little Girl

Rating: K+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: She was always her daddy's little girl. When he died, he was the reason why she was with the right boy today. She has so much to thank for because he's the reason for what she is today. AH

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Inspiration: Dance With My Father (Luther Vandross)

"I miss you, daddy." A girl with brown hair and brown eyes of about fourteen stares at the gravestone of her father, holding the hand of a boy with copper hair and green eyes who looks to be about the same age of her.

A small tear falls from her left eye, falling on the damp tall grass of the cemetary.

"What was your dad like?" the boy asks her, leaning a bit to kiss the little trail on her face that her tear left.

"He was the best dad I could ever have," the girl answers him with as much honesty as she could muster. She smiles, remembering a particular memory of her father when she was little.

"Daddy!" She rushed down the stairs in her white cotton summer dress that her mother insisted she wear for the humid weather outside. Her long brown hair flow as she takes each step down the staircase. Being the natural klutz she is, she had to hold on to the railing when she almost fell.

When she finally met her dad at the bottom, she was overfilled with happiness when she saw a stuffed animal of cookie monster in her father's arms.

"Cookie monster!" she squealed when her father reached out to hand it to her.

"Thank you daddy! Where did you get it?"

Her father grinned. "One of the cops at the police station gave it to me."

"Which one?" She visited the police station sometimes, and could remember the faces of most of the police officers she saw.

"Officer Cullen. You know, he has a son about the same age as you."

"Cool! Maybe I'll meet him!"

"You sure will, honey. You sure will."

As she ran back up the stairs with her new cookie monster stuffed animal shouting "I love you!", her father walked up to her mother, who was casually leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, and kissed her chastely on the cheek.

"You spoil her too much, Charlie."

"I do, Renee. But that's how much I love my little princess."

She has so much to thank her father for. He was there for her for the times when she hurt herself, and ended up with a visit to the local hospital at least three times a year. He was there for her when she was teased around at school that she nicknamed "Big dummy." He was there to comfort her when her date for the dance stood her up. He was the reason why she met the boy that she's with today, the son of Officer Cullen. The exact same boy that she hoped that she'd meet. She got her wish, and it turned out more than what she hoped for.

When her father had died from a bullet to the head from mass robbery at a bank outside of town, he had took on the role as her comforter. When her father died, it was the time where they realized their mutual attraction to each other and decided to do something about it.

"Your father was a good man," the boy told her. "I can't imagine what it'll be like to lose my dad."

She smiled to herself. Carlisle had been like her second father after her own father's death.

The pair stayed at the cemetary for another hour, talking to Charlie as if he was there. When her mom arrived to pick them up, she thought that it felt too soon to leave her father.

"It's okay," the boy reassured her. "We can come back soon."

"Thanks, Edward. I think I will."

She took a last look at her father's grave. "I love you dad, and I'll always be your little girl. Don't you forget that." She blew a kiss at its direction. Looking back at Edward, they looped their hands together and walked towards their awaiting ride home.

Unbeknownst to the loving pair, the ghost of a man with brown hair like the girl's and a mustache stood next to her father's grave when their backs were turned.

"I love you, Bella, and I'll be watching over you. And Edward." he whispered before he disappeared without a trace that he was even there.

What do you think? I've been dying to do a story about a father/daughter relationship for once, rather than the sappy love stories I normally do.

Anyway, my grandpa recently died and it came to me that it was finally time to do this. RIP to my grandpa Jose Marquez. Hope he's in a better place now w/ my grandmother. :')

Back to some references. The nickame "Big dummy" came from this female police officer that visited my school a few days ago to talk about bullying. She shared her own experiences about how it's like to be bullied and end up at one point being the bully. She called the girl that used to bully she and her siblings "Big dummy."

So yeah... hope you like. I had played that Luther Vandross song on repeat to get in the mood. I hope to get back to romance kind of pairings for the next drabble.