A/N: Guys, I am so sorry about the long wait. A bunch of family stuff happened and school started and I barely had time to think. I promise to try and be better about updating the story. Without another more fuss, here's chapter two.

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I should have learned that anytime I went to have dinner with Bella and dad, it was not going to be boring. It was not like they argued or had amazing news, Bella just had the tendency to make things interesting and dad would overreact.
When I made it over to the house, Edward's Volvo was sitting in the driveway. I remembered when I was able to drive that beauty for a while. I was so sad to give it back, but I had slowly starting putting money back in order to get me one of my own one day.

Ignoring the voice telling me leave since Edward was there, I climbed the stairs and knocked on the door before entering. I heard voices from the kitchen, but I knew that at least Edward knew I was there. I took off my jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.

"Hello Katherine." Edward greeted me as I walked into the kitchen. Bella was making what looked to be stroganoff. It was one of dad's favorites, but I never really cared for the meal. So, it was rarely made in the Swan household since I was the primary cook.

Me and Edward sat at the table and made small talk while Bella finished making the stroganoff. I thought it was quite odd that Bella was making something that she was not rather fond of either. So, I came to the conclusion that she was sucking up to dad.

As soon as dad got home, Edward excused himself since he had "already eaten" and went to watch the nightly news in the living room, while me, Bella, and dad ate. Dad was extremely happy about the choice of meal and stuffed down three plates of stroganoff.

"That was great, Bells."

"I'm glad you liked it. How was work?" She asked him.

"Sort of slow. Well, dead slow really. Mark and I played cards for a good part of the afternoon," he admitted with a grin. "I won, nineteen hands to seven. And then I was on the phone with Billy for a while."

I noticed that Bella's expression faltered for a second before returning neutral. "How is he?"

"Good, good. His joints are bothering him a little."

"Oh. That's too bad."

"Yeah. He invited us down to visit this weekend. He was thinking of having the Clearwater's and Sam and Katie over too. Sort of a playoff party…" Dad explained, slightly nodding at me. Sam had informed me off Billy's plans earlier and already asked if me and Emily would cook for the party.

"Huh." Bella responded. I knew already that she wouldn't be going. Edward was not allowed on the reservation, which is the exact reason why Billy did not ask dad to host the party. It was clear that Edward is not invited.

So, while Bella insisted on clearing the table, me and dad made conversation about college and the upcoming wedding.

"Yeah, me and Sam paid the deposit on the venue earlier this week." I explained to him. We had decided to get married at a hotel in Port Angeles. They had a lovely garden attached to the hotel and we instantly fell in love with it. Just in case of rain, they had a ballroom where the wedding would be moved to if it rained.

"Charlie." Edward's voice made us turn. He had walked over to where Bella was washing dishes and was helping her dry them.

"Yeah?" He responded, a little shocked. From my understanding, Edward never really made conversation with dad and vice versa.

"Did Bella ever tell you that my parents gave her airplane tickets on her last birthday, so that she could visit Renée?" As soon as Edward finished his question, Bella dropped the plate she was scrubbing. It glanced off the counter and clattered noisily to the floor. It didn't break, but it spattered the room, and all four of us, with soapy water. Dad didn't even seem to notice.

"Bella?" he asked in a stunned voice.

Yeah, they did." She focused on retrieving the plate.

He swallowed loudly, and then his eyes narrowed as he turned back to Edward. "No, she never mentioned it."

"Hmm," Edward murmured.

"Was there a reason you brought it up?" Dad asked in a hard voice.

Edward shrugged. "They're about to expire. I think it might hurt Esme's feelings if Bella doesn't use her gift. Not that she'd say anything."

"It's probably a good idea for you to visit your mom, Bella. She'd love that. I'm surprised you didn't say anything about this, though."

"I forgot,"

He frowned. "You forgot that someone gave you plane tickets?"

"Mmm," She murmured vaguely, and turned back to the sink.

"I noticed that you said they're about to expire, Edward," Dad went on. "How many tickets did your parents give her?"

"Just one for her . . . and one for me." Oh snap. I knew dad would not like that.

After a short argument that included Bella threatening to pack her bags, dad finally relented to let her and Edward go to Florida to visit mom. His only condition was that I tag along, since I obviously needed to see mom as much as Bella does.

"I don't have any money for a plane ticket." I tried reasoning. Being too long in the sun gave me a headache and the thought of spending a fixed amount of time with Edward and Bella in Jacksonville.

"I got it covered, Katie." Dad grumbled, pulling out his wallet and throwing the money needed onto the table. I was about to protest even more, but I saw a somewhat pleading look from Edward and I knew something was going on that I wasn't in the know about.

"At least let me pay for half of it." I pushed back some of the money, determined not to take all of his money. He was already paying for the dress, flowers, and catering for the wedding and I didn't want to make his money scarcer than it already was going to be.

Sam took the news of me going to Florida better than I thought he did. At first, he tried protesting it since Edward was going too. But, before I left dad and Bella's, he made me purchase the plane ticket. Edward had whipped out his credit card for me to key in instead of mine. I was going to use mine but he got me in this predicament so I used his without complaint.

"Sam, it's just a weekend. I'll be back before you know it. Besides, Bella already called mom to let her know that we were all coming. She's excited."

"I don't like this, Kate." I knew that continuing this argument was pointless so I just wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him an affectionate squeeze.

"I love you Sam."

In the end, he agreed to be okay with me going as long as I checked in with him often. This would be the longest amount of time we have been apart since our fight back last year. My attachment to him had gotten even worse since we moved in. Sam was a permanent fixture in my life and I knew that was never going to change.

The flight was awful. Due to my last minute ticket purchase, I ended up just a few rows behind Edward and Bella. At first, this was fine with me since I didn't want to deal with them the entire flight. But, I ended up beside a screaming kid and a large woman who smelled like rotting fish. Thankfully, after texting Bella a complaint, Edward was able to buy my way into a better seat where no one showed up.

As soon as we got off the plane, I instantly felt the humidity of Jacksonville, Florida. If this was what it was like in the evening, I didn't even want to consider what it felt like during the day. I made the decision not to use the straightening iron I had brought with me this entire trip.

Edward rented a vehicle so mom didn't have to drive this late to come and pick us up. Part of me was intrigued on how he was going to get by with staying inside all day since Bella informed me that I needed to help keep up whatever story he came up with to explain to mom.

On the way to mom and Phil's house, he explained that he had a term paper to do and would be 'forced' to stay indoors all day in order to finish it. It sounded like a bunch of crap to me, but who knows, maybe mom will buy it.

I sent Sam a quick message to let him know that I arrived and was still human while Edward and Bella made small talk in the front. As I observed them, I could really see the care that the two had for each other. I hoped that nothing bad would happen as a cause of it.

As soon as we pulled into the driveway, mom ran out of the house and eagerly greeted the three of us.

"My little girls, all grown up!" She pulled Bella into a tight hug before releasing her and doing the same to me.

"And Edward." She greeted him with a nod. I had no idea how she felt about him since he left her in September. Maybe that was part of Edward's goal by coming here. She ushered us into the house and showed up to where we would be sleeping. Me and Bella would be sharing the guest bedroom while Edward would be on the couch.

Since it was so late and Edward had stopped at a fast food restaurant for me and Bella, she instantly let us go to bed. So, me and Bella headed to the guest bedroom while Edward went to the bathroom to change into his pajamas.

"So, why did the tickets get brought up now?" I looked at Bella as I braided my hair before bed.

She shrugged. "He brought them up to Charlie." Without a further word, she walked into the guest bathroom to change.

Phil was busy with the high school baseball team that he was coaching. They had made it to the playoffs and we wouldn't see him all weekend. How unfortunate. I still had yet to meet mom's new husband and they had been married for over a year. By the way this was going, I wouldn't meet my stepdad until my own wedding.

So, while Edward was stuck inside doing his term paper (he was actually reading over and critiquing me and Bella's English paper), Bella was out for a walk on the beach with mom. I knew that she was hoping Bella would move down to Florida to college, but last time I checked, she was planning on going to Alaska. So, I put on a bikini and laid out in the backyard.

Bella was red in the face by the time she got back. She immediately walked inside, no doubt to talk to Edward. Mom chuckled but walked to the backyard where I was laying out.

"Hey kid." Mom sat on the beach chair beside me. I pushed my sunglasses off my face and smiled at her. "How's the wedding planning going?"

"Really good. We about got it all nailed out." I was surprised that she wasn't trying to talk me out of it again. Marrying at 19 was not her ideal for my life but she didn't know me and Sam.

"When is the date again?"

"July 31st." I told her. Sam, while he had an exceptional memory, requested that our wedding either be on the first or the last of the month. While I didn't practically care, I just wanted to get married in July while I was still on summer break. Sam was taking care of the honeymoon and he wouldn't give me any kind of clues about where we were going. All I knew is whatever he planned, he wanted a full week. "You're going to be there, right?" While me and mom were never that close, I still wanted her at my wedding.

"Of course I will." I saw her eyes trail over the scars. "Does it bug Sam that you have those scars?"

"No." Yes.

Of course, it wasn't the way she was thinking. She had no idea that it was Sam that left those scars of me. They bugged Sam because they were proof of his lack of control. I tried to keep them covered up just to prevent him from making himself feel mad. He knew that I didn't blame him but he blamed himself and that was way worse than anything else.

Thankfully, she just gave me a look before walking inside, announcing that she going to order a pizza for lunch. I took a deep breath and put my sunglasses on. This was going to be a long weekend.

I pulled out of my phone and checked it again. Sam had told me the times he was supposed to be patrolling this weekend and I tried to work around it so I didn't wake him up. He was supposed to call about an hour ago. He promised he would call and talk to him once he got off patrol. Either he was extremely tired or something happened.