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annabelle's POV
dad and i were like that for the rest of the afternoon. after dad stopped laughing, he turned on my music again, and we sat there on my couch, with my head on his shoulder, and his arm around my shoulders.
mom came up around 4:00, and stopped the music. "hey!" i said when she shut it off right in the middle of a song i wrote for dad when i was 15.
"well, brian just called to ask when he'd get to meet his dad." she said, putting her hands on her hips. i gaped at her, while dad just stared back and forth between us, confused.
"you told him!? yay!" i said, getting up and hugging her. she shook her head.
"no, i didn't tell him. when the rest of the kids came home for a hunt at lunchtime, i told julie where you were, and she must have told brian." she explained calmly, although i knew she was infuriated on the inside.
"mom! why would you tell julie!? you know she can't keep a secret!" i yelled at her, running downstairs and grabbing my grey sweater off the back of the living couch.
dad and mom followed. "where are you going, annabelle?" mom asked frantically. i knew she couldn't hide her feelings for very long.
"i'm going to find julie and rip her throat out." i answered, running out the front door. two hands grabbed both my wrists. i was expecting to find mom holding me back, but instead i found dad gripping me.
"what's going on?" he asked, pulling me and mom abck into the house and sitting us on the couch.
"mom told my sister julie about you coming, and she couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it!" i yelled, infuriated. mom patted my arm.
"calm down, annabelle. do you want a repeat of this morning?" she asked sternly. i calmed down immediately.
"oh. well, at least we know she's got some of emmett in her." dad chuckled. mom joined in, and soon, i did too.
"well either way, julie's going to have a nice little conversation with my fists later." i grumbled when we were done laughing.
"where are the rest anyway?" i asked when mom put my sweater on the back of the couch.
"i sent them to your grandpa charlie's." she answered. dad looked up.
"how's charlie been? wow, it's been years..." he trailed off at the end, apparently taking a trip down memory lane.
"he's been fine. he's got a thing for sue clearwater now, too." she added, grinning. dad chuckled darkly.
"well, if i don't get annabelle here back to my house, alice, rose, and esme are kill me." dad said casually, standing up and leading me to the front door.
"oh, okay. tell everyone i say hi." mom said, kissing my forehead, and then dad's lips. they started making out, and i groaned.
"god, get a room!" i groaned, going outside and getting in dad's car. i heard his and mom's laughter before they started kissing again.
i started his car and honked the horn impatiently. i heard him tell mom goodbye, and he was inside with me in a flash.
"how'd you start the car without the keys?" he asked, pulling out of the driveway and speeding into the forest.
"dad, i have brothers. i've learned a thing or two." i said, and we laughed a bit before pulling up to his house.
aunt rose, aunt alice, and grandma esme were sitting on the porch talking when we pulled up. dad opened my door for me and we headed up to the 3 anxious-looking girls on the porch.
wow, esme is waaayyy to young to be a grandma! i thought to myself before we got to them.
"jazzy, they're here!" aunt alice called before dancing up and kissing my cheek. esme and rosalie were close behind her.
"we're glad you're here, dear, your uncle jasper's been excited for you to see your gift." my too-young-to-be-a-grandmother said, and i groaned.
"i hate gifts." i mumbled, as aunt alice and aunt rose covered my eyes. again, everyone laughed.
"she's a spitting image of edward, but she's much more like bella." aunt rose commented.
i was a little nervous because i was being blind-folded by my aunt's hands and completely unaware of where i was going, but soon, i heard a door open, and another pair of hands taking mine and leading me forward.
"hey, darlin', glad you're here." uncle jasper's voice said, kissing my cheek. i assumed his hands were the ones i was holding, because soon he spoke again.
"i'm told you don't like gifts, but i'm your uncle, so you have to at least let me give you one present a week." he said, and i groaned.
"a week? fine." i mumbled, as aunt alice and aunt rose sat me down on the couch...i think.
then they removed their hands.
heeheehee i left you all a cliff-hanger! but i'll start working on the next chapter once i post this one, so stay tuned! and seriosuly, keep reviewing people, writers need encouragement to write, and without writing, what will writers do?