AN- I know its a short one, but give me a break I wrote 2 in one night and this is important.

RPOV

I woke up with the sun shining straight in my eyes and my alarm clock blaring out. I really didn't want to get out of bed but I had to meet my .... Edward at the little diner in Port Angeles for lunch. Ten in the morning is way too early to be awake on a Saturday. I wiped my eyes and began to make my way downstairs. Mom was sitting in her usual Saturday morning spot. Huddled over a mug of coffee and a notepad. I still found it funny to look at her in her tartan pyjama pants, a Forks High sweater and her pink bunny slippers. Her glasses had fallen to the end of her nose and her hair was pulled into the messiest ponytail imaginable. She pulled it off though. My Mom is hot. She's not as skinny as Rose or Alice but she's not fat. Mom's got curves in all the right places. Her hair is naturally shiny and her skin shows barely any signs of ageing. She could pass for 25 anyday. If it was left up to her that's how she'd leave the house. Mom doesn't care about fashion as long as shes comfortable. I take after her a little in that way.

I grabbed for the coffee pot as my Pops came crashing through the door. I'd never seen him so angry before.

"Dad. Gun." Mom didn't even look up from her work as she reminded Grandpa Charlie to hang up his gun. She wouldn't have it in the house. She hated guns, she'd rather 2 men beat each other to death than use guns. Says its not fair, you can't defend yourself when someone points a gun at you. Grandpa huffed as he went back out to the porch to hang up his gun and kick off his boots. I was refilling Moms cup when he came back into the kitchen.

"You will never fucking guess what twatting piece of shit excuse for a man I pulled over for speeding this morning! I wanted to pull him out the pretentious excuse for a method of fucking transport and kick his motherfucking face in!" My eyes popped open in shock, I'd never heard my Pop's say shit let alone motherfucker. I stared at him in disbelief as his face was rapidly turning an interesting shade of red.

"What happened Dad?" Mom sounded bored as she questioned Grandpa on his unusual behaviour. It was hard distracting her from her Saturday routine.

"I'll tell you what fucking happened!" He slammed his fist onto the kitchen worktop causing Moms cell phone to crash to the floor. She looked at it rolled her eyes and looked back at her papers.

"Edward Fucking Cullen that's what happened!" Mom looked slowly up at my Pops her eyes wide and her lips set in a thin line. I tried my best to look innocent. I wasn't supposed to know the guy existed let alone that he was my father. "I saw a flashy silver car speeding along the road towards Port Angeles so I pulled it over and Edward Fucking Cullen was sitting at the wheel. He had the cheek to ask how I was as well then started rambling about meeting a friend for lunch. I swear if he'd said a single word about you Bells I would have punched him square in the jaw, Chief of Police or not." He finished his ramble then looked at Mom then looked at me a if he didn't realise I was in the room. He gasped before turning and leaving again.

"Mom are you okay you look like you've seen a ghost." I put my hand on her shoulder. She really did look like shit. As if her worst nightmare had just come true. She turned to me suddenly.

"Ness. Where did you say you were going today?" She looked determined, I had to lie. If I told her I was going to Port Angeles she'd put me under house arrest until she knew he was out of town.

"La Push, to meet Jacob and his friends." I had to admit, I was pretty convincing when I lied. Though Mom's pretty gullible too. She seemed to relax and I turned to head upstairs.

"Ness, you will let me know if your plans change won't you?" I nodded and went upstairs.

On the way to Port Angeles I sang along to my Stone Roses CD and thought about how sucky I was for lying to my Mom. At the end of the day though, it was for her benefit. He would make her happy again, they were supposed to be together and they were the only 2 people who didn't know it. I pulled into the parking lot next to a silver ferrari. I see what Pops meant about the flashy silver car. I locked my Corvair and examined my reflection in the shiny paintwork of the ferrari, I hoped he hadn't made an effort today I'd simply thrown on a flannel shirt over a Kyuss t shirt and slipped on my white plimsolls. I strolled into the diner and smiled when I saw a messy bronze do over the back of a red leather seat. I flung myself onto the seat opposite and smiled.

"I'm hungry." I declared picking up a menu. He smiled over the top of his coffee, his eyes crinkling around the edges as his eyebrows threatened to devour them.

"So what's cracking old man?"

"Oh the usual. Hip replacements and Bingo. Same old. What you having kid?" We both smiled at his joke and I rubbed my stomach as if to encourage it to decide what I wanted. As if to further my predicament the waitress came to the table.

"Hi there I'm Jessica I'll be your waitress this afternoon, what can I get y'all?" I already wanted to punch her in the face, she had one of those annoying high pitched voices. It didn't help that her eyes were all over my ... Edward, she put her head on one side and blew a bubble.

"Garden Burger. No onion." Edward and I said at exactly the same time before looking at each other with one eyebrow raised and laughing.

"2 Garden burgers, no onions please." He was still laughing when he turned to Jessica to finalise our order.

"And a banana milkshake please." I added on the end. After the waitress set down my shake and left to serve her newest table Edward gestured to my top.

"Kyuss huh?" I looked down and managed to dribble milkshake down my chin. I wiped it up quickly before pulling at my shirt. Edward chuckled to himself.

"This was actually a gift from Jasper, but yeah they're a pretty awesome band, my music taste isn't all that specific. If I hear a song I like I'll buy the album. I don't go for certain genres or styles I just like what I like." I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to my milkshake.

"You know you're very like your mother." He was giving me an odd look. Like he was trying to work something out.

"I know. I hear it all the time. I'm stubborn and I can't dress myself blah blah blah" I rolled my eyes and he chuckled again.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the way you dress." He smiled as he plucked at his collar. That's when I realised he was also wearing a checked shirt, jeans and plimsolls. I giggled automatically.

Our food was placed on the table and he watched as I covered my fries in pepper.

"I know I'm disgusting, that's just just how I like my fries. I reached for the mustard and squirted it into my burger. I was about to bite into it when I noticed Edward was also smothering his fries with pepper before squirting mustard into his burger. I shook my head and took a bite.

"Mustard makes it taste more like meat." I nodded my head.

"Exactly."

We ate our burgers in silence, the comfortable kind of silence. I wasn't a big over dinner conversation person. I undid the top button of my jeans and leant back in my chair.

"Oh man I feel like a fucking elephant now."

"You don't look like one." He was wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, with a thoughtful look on his face. "Tell me. Nessie. How old are you really?"

I swallowed hard. Before looking at him with my eyes wide.

"I'm um 18 on Wednesday." I looked at him apologetically but for some reason I think he already knew that. He nodded.

"I thought as much." I was confused, where was the big freakout. The guy just found out he had a daughter.

"You're taking this incredibly well. Why aren't you freaking out?" I just didn't understand, he was so cool and collected.

"I think I knew the moment I saw your picture that you were my daughter Nessie. You look a lot like your Mom but at the end of the day I recognise those cheekbones anywhere." He ran a hand along the side of his face and smiled at me.

"Um. So what happens now then?" I hadn't though about what happens next.

"I think Renesmee, your next job is to tell your mother that we know." He folded his arms in his chest.

"Oh don't act all male parental unit on me now! I didn't find you so you could get me in trouble with my Mom." I laughed at him but he looked like he had just shat a brick.

"What's wrong?"

He blinked several times. "I'm a male parental unit."

I couldn't help but laugh. A few seconds later he burst out laughing too.

AN- He took it well didn't he? Hmmm. How will Bella take it? Let me know what you thought. Yup yup I love it when you hit that review button.