A/N: I'm sitting behind a chair as I upload this new chapter. Please don't hunt me down or anything :P

I know I'm actually terrible, I haven't updated in too long and for that I apologise. Im going to go against what I said in one of my other A/N's. I won't have a specific updating schedule, I'm just going to upload as I go. It's easier that way. I apologise in advance if this irritates anyone :(

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OH I'm going to tell you this because I can, I fell down the stairs the other day, and it stung like a BITCH. Moving on.

There will be some cursing in this chapter, just a pre warning :P

Chapter 6

BPOV

We all sat dotted around the Cullens living room watching the flat plasma screen TV. A week had passed since Edward kissed me and so far it hasn't happened again. He still holds my hand a lot, but he made no move to kiss me again. Heck he made no move to even talk to me about the kiss we shared; I know I could talk to him about it, but I'd rather give him a bit of time to sort his thoughts out. I reasoned with myself that he just needed time to think over what happened. I also happened to be in denial over the thought that he could think the kiss was a mistake.

Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie and Alice were all currently in a rather competitive game of Rock Band; Emmett on drums, Jasper and Rosalie on guitars and Alice singing in her soprano voice. Edward and I watched on in amusement as they shouted and bantered between themselves, taunting each other and calling one another out on their mistakes. Though not once did their concentration leave the game. To be honest it was rather scary to watch them all talking and shouting at one another- with the exception on Alice (she just used some lovely gestures as she was taunted)- yet their eyes never left the screen, concentrating on hitting every note. Edward and I shared amused looks often, silently laughing at the behaviour of his- no, our family. But we didn't dare speak aloud; no thank you, we wanted to keep our limbs attached to our bodies. I was told to quickly learn to never, and I mean never interrupt a vampire and their Rock Band.

Esme was out in her garden, enjoying the weekend to tend to her plants and make the beauty of the house even more magnificent. I'd spent some time outside with her, sharing thoughts on her hobbies and learning more about the love she felt for her family. She told me more about how all of her children have changed the longer she has known them; though she told me Edwards only recently changed for the better. I learned more about the love she and my father shared, that was something I insisted upon. I hadn't seen my father in over 300 years; by any means I will find out more about him and how he's changed. By talking to Esme, this wonderful, passionate woman I can tell that if he has changed from when I knew him as a girl it can only be for the better. I had lengthy conversations with every member of the family about my father and who he is. Except for with one person.

With my father.

Dad's been busy at the hospital every night this week, leaving me no chance to talk to him any better. He promised me in a passing conversation that he would be taking some time off from work so we could reconnect and talk about everything we needed, or wanted to. To be honest I couldn't wait; I have missed my dad over the years. Even though I didn't remember him name or what he looked like completely I always had a few memories of things we had done together, things he had taught me. I remembered snippets of conversations he had had with me; moulding me to be the person I am to be. By no means did he force his opinions on me- in fact it was the exact opposite. Dad always encouraged me to listen to my own opinions, and I remember vaguely him telling me that I should never feel forced to believe something if my heart and mind tell me differently. Needless to say, my dad's a wise, wise man.

So right now it was just us 'teenagers' in the house. And when you give four of those six teenagers a competitive game, you're bound to get some arguments, or as Emmett called it a 'creative debate'. Especially when said game tells Emmett he missed a note.

"What? Oh hell no! Well that's bull shit, I hit that note! You saw me Edward, didn't you? You saw me hit that note and you know it. Don't shake your head at me Edward, you saw me hit the mother fucking note! Lying piece of shit game,"

Like I said… 'Creative'.

"Emmett, don't blame the game just because you can't play," Jasper taunted, his voice willing Emmett to retaliate, pleading with him to lose it for our entertainment.

"I can to play, the game just can't handle my awesome-ass playing so it didn't count the points I obviously earned. Duh," Emmett replied as if he were talking to a five year old.

"Okay Emmett, whatever helps your ego," Jasper replied in a soft tone. I couldn't handle it anymore; I burst into laughter, clutching my sides whilst gasping for unneeded breath. I had been laid spread across one of the large couches, watching the brothers' banter like a tennis match, all the while trying to stifle my immense amusement. And I say had been laid there. I fell off the couch, crippled with laughter. I could feel the laughs bubbling in my chest, begging to be freed.

I managed to look up at everyone to find they had paused their Rock Band game to stare at me. I felt a small shock of embarrassment at the fact they were staring at me, but as quickly as I felt it, it was gone. I looked around each of their faces finding all but one shocked yet amused. Jasper however stood smirking, mirth dancing in his deep honey eyes. I knew he was making me laugh like this, and no matter how hard I tried to stop I couldn't shake the laughter from controlling my body. I tried to send a great amount of anger, paranoia and fear towards Jasper, hoping to throw him off focus. I barely succeeded. Ay time the smallest amount of emotion other than humour got through my system; it was crushed and replaced by more and more humour. It got to the point where I felt like I was going to wet myself; and vampires have no liquids to wet themselves with.

"Jasper…pack… it… in…," I tried pleading in between breaths, only to have him smirk wider, along with everyone else as they realised what was happening. I laughed more, curling into a foetal position on the floor, clawing my knees into my chest; hoping to put an end to the ache in my dead bladder.

"JASPER, IM GOING TO PISS MY PANTS," I screamed through my laughter. I must of shocked them with my words as he eased up the smallest amount, relieving some of the ache.

"Bella… vampires can't piss…" Rosalie said slowly. I couldn't respond because of the giggles erupting from my chest.

"Jazz, ease up, let her speak," Edwards voice came from somewhere above me. I felt the laughs subside into small giggles. It was enough for me to speak somewhat normally though.

"I'm aware…hehe… but if you don't… OH MY GOD, STOP MESSING WITH MY BLADDER YOU EMOTIONAL MULE… hehe," I giggle-shouted at Jasper. I contemplated sending a glare his way, but I'd probably look like I was having a seizure.

As quickly as it had started the laughter that only moments ago threatened to make me the first vampire in the history ofever to piss themselves, stopped. I felt instantanious relief in my bladder. I sat up quickly, throwing myself back onto my previous position on the sofa stretched out and relaxed.

It was only after I was comfortable did I notice the silence that ate away at the room. I looked up into the face of seven stunned vampires. I hadn't noticed Esme and my father come into the room; somehow I don't think the others did either.

"How's it going?" I asked with a smile playing on my lips. Emmett broke out of his stupor first, breaking into guffaws of laughter which literally shook the house in its foundations. Edward, Alice and Rosalie soon followed in his laughter. Only Jasper, Carlisle and Esme stood still shocked.

"She... she called me.. an... emotional mule?" Jasper said, his voice shaking slightly; though there was a small smile trying to break its way free onto his face. I could see the amount of restraint he had to put in to stop himself from subcoming to the mirth of his siblings. I wondered briefly if I had actually ofended him, but those thoughts were demolished as soon as Jasper grinned and held out a hand to me. Confused I took hold of his hand, only to find myself pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"Aw, good one Bells. Well played, well played," he smirked, setting me down again before walking to join Alice who was still struggling to contain her laughter. He placed a calming hand on her shoulder, letting waves of tranquility wash over the room. I smiled, grateful that he wasn't truly mad at me for my offending comment. I caught Edwards eye and shared a small grin with him. I felt my insides warm and was deffinately glad that I can no longer blush, as he winked a perfect eye at me.

"So, moving on," Dad grinned at us all. I could see the love for his family clear in his eyes; I didn't need to read his mind, or feel his emotions to see it. "Isa, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me?"

"Oh sure, why not," I sighed, feigning reluctance; albeit it probably didn't work considering I couldn't wipe the grin from my face. Dad shook his head slightly, unable to keep his own grin clear from his face. He offered me his arm with a slight bow; true to his 1600's upbringing. I stood swiftly and slid my arm through his, curtsying in response; after all, I am a lady.

Calling a goodbye over our shoulders to our amused family, Dad and I walked out of the magnificent house and towards the forest. We took a run and jumped the river that ran through the kept walking in a comfortable silence through the forest, never going a speed faster than a humans. We eventually came to a small clearing; it can't have been bigger than a regular sized sitting room.

The clearing was perfect; it screamed "Look, I'm perfect for that discussion with your long lost father!" I smiled to myself as I took in the soft pastel coloured flowers that scattered the clearing, their beauty radiating through the clearing. The green grass was long and untidy; though it fit to the personality of the area. I wandered alone to the centre of the clearing and sank gracefully into the grass. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the covered sun slightly warm my face. I sensed my dad drift over and sit down next to me, copying my actions.

We stayed this way for a while, in a comfortable silence. I sensed dad turn towards me after a while so I opened my eyes and turned to face him, a small grin in permenance on my face. He smiled back at me, his blonde hair swaying softly in the almost non-existent wind.

"So... How've you been Isa?" he asked me gently.

"Not bad; lonely, but I've had almost no trouble with this life. How about you?"

"I can't say I've had the same. For about 100 years now I've always had a companion; though I can sympathize. I was alone too for about 200 years. More on that later; you tell me you had almost no trouble?" Dad incquired. Of course, he put his worries of me before telling me about him.

"Oh, it was nothing really. I lost control with one of my powers in the early years. I had to move States because of it," I frowned, still disappointed with my mess up. It was the one and only time I allowed my anger to rule me.

"Powers?" Dads eyes held an excitement alongside his knowledge; I could tell he lived for information.

"Hmm, I'd rather explain that later on, with everyone if you don't mind. It's easier to explain once," I sighed, knowing it wouldn't be easy to talk of my powers. I haven't used them in over 200 years.

"That's fine Sweetheart," Dad smiled. 'Sweetheart'. Hmm. I've always been Isa or Bella to him; as to what I can remember anyway. But Sweetheart? I like it. I won't say that it made me feel connected to him; because just being in my dads presense again gave me that sense of home and finality that I didn't know I longed for until now.

"So, Dad-" I started, but stopped as soon as I saw the growing smile on his face. "What?"

"You haven't called me Dad before. It was always Father and you haven't really called me anything since we met again," he eplained, smiling beautifully. I realised that I hadn't infact called my dad anything since we were reunited. I grabbed his hand and held it between my own.

"Sorry Dad, I guess I haven't have I? I promise I'll make it up to you," I smiled at him, leaving myself with no choice but to spend eternity with my dad and our family. And honestly,I couldn't be happier.

We talked for hours, until the light began to fade from the sky, leaving a red hue glistening across the sky. I never have been able to get over the beauty of the world. In the early years of my new life I'm ashamed to say that I used to be unappreciative of the world that surrounded me, unable to see the beauty that consumed me. But I have to say as a three-hundred-and something year old; being given the honour to see the world as it changed over the years, it gave me a new optimism to the hnd I'd been dealt. And I couldn't be happier.

"Isa... You need to tell me something," Dad said after another comfortable silence. I looked at him, seeing the seriousness on his face.

"Sure Dad, what's up?" I replied, cautious of the track his mind is on.

"Isa, what happened when you went missing. What happened in those years-" I went to interrupt him, trying to convince him that nothing happened but in turn he interupted me. "Don't try and comfort me Isa. I know more happened in your disappearence than what you've let on. Don't try and spare my feelings, please Isa," he actually begged me for the truth. I can't hide from my dad, but then again I'm also not ready to tell him everything that's happened to me. I know that he would blame himself; and that I couldn't allow. Besides, what if he saw me differently? As a weak person; someone who couldn't protect themselves? No, I can't have that.

"Dad, I promise I will tell you, just, not tonight. When I'm ready, I promise," I leaned over and hugged into my dads side, breathing in his fatherly scent. His arms wrapped around me in a protective cage, one of his hands smoothing down my hair.

We stayed in our embrace for a long time. I don't even know how long we had been in the clearing; the sun had risen and fallen countless times. Somewhere in my mind I acknowledged the fact that no one had come to search for us, but realised Alice must have something to do with it. Eventually I lifted myself from his embrace and stared into my fathers kind, golden eyes.

"I love you Father," I whispered, suddenly feeling more and more like the ten year old girl I used to be. The girl who needed her father; and I still am that girl.

"I love you too Isabella. Always have,always will," dad sighed, nostalgia evident in his eyes. If we could cry I'm sure the clearing would be flooded with tears of pain and rememberance. Dad pulled me back to him softly, kissing my forhead reverently.

I've been reunited with my dad.

And I love it.

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