A/N: :D I am backs!

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Second off: This story will NOT be following only one character, nor will it be in chronological order. Just thought I would point that out before you guys start thinking "WTF?" :D

Charlie POV

The worn recliner groaned under me as I eased into it. The springs dug into my back, the wooden frame, hidden by ancient plush, was pressing against all of my joints. To anyone else, the chair would have been thrown into the dump years ago. But…I couldn't. This chair took part in so many memories, memories I can't throw away. So, even though it smelled of dust, spilled beer, and had the faint scent of stained baby vomit, it was my chair. And I would never get rid of it.

I sighed and reached for the black coffee table in front of me. The table adorned a secret compartment-well…the top lifted to reveal a hidden drawer. Not much of a secret, many are made in the fashion, but…I was almost certain no one else knew of it. Though Renee had bought it, she was more excited by the carving along the side than anything else. Bella hadn't lived here long enough to even realize it, and no one else around here even cared enough to search.

Which was good, I decided. My personal things were safe from any wandering eyes.

I lifted the lid of the table-the hinges squeaking slightly-and pulled out the giant worn album that filled most of the drawer. The book was a faded silver color, thee corners worn and squished, the pages crumpled from use.

Bella's life, documented memories I had collected over the years, laid within the binding of this album. I pulled tooth and nail to get all of these pictures, copies of certificate. Even though I only saw Bella about twice a year as she grew up, I made sure I was never excluded in her life. She may not even know that, but it was true.

With shaking hands, I flipped the cover, revealing the photo of a newborn Bella. Renee was holding the pink bundle, an exhausted smile on her face as she stared at our daughter. Baby Bella was gazing at the world with wide eyes, her little fist gripping some of Renee's hair. At the exact moment I took the picture, Bella had turned her eyes to me, looking straight into the camera.

Probably the only picture she volunteered to take, I though flipping through the pages. With each turn, another captured moment of my daughter smiled up at me. Pictures of her sleeping in her room, her crawling around the floor, weaving her way between our legs. I deftly avoided the picture that broke my heart each time I accidentally peered at it.

The last picture of Bella before she was taken away from me.

I continued shifting through the pages before stopping on a picture Renee had sent me. I had to laugh at the image of Bella smiling widely in her tutu. Though dancing was not her idea, she was determined to put on a strong a face and pretend that she liked it for her mother. The only good thing that came out of it was the fact that her…lack of balance was unveiled. That didn't stop her from trying…she even tried to get ME to dance once upon a time.

" Daddy!" Bella screamed, her little footsteps racing into the kitchen. I turned away from my tackle box, making sure all of the hooks were in the box and not on the counter, and just managed to catch my little girl before she tackled me full on. I kneeled in front of the five-year-old. She took advantage of me stooping to her level, and grabbed hold of the lapel of my shirt before turning on her heel and marching away, dragging me with her. I chuckled and scooped up my daughter before I stumbled and brought her down with me. She giggled once, still gripping my shirt while wrapping her other arm around my neck.

"What are we doing, Bella?" I asked, as we made our way into the living room. I stopped in the middle of the room, but didn't make a room to let go of my baby. She grumbled and began wiggling in my arms, before finally releasing my shirt and, somehow, make her way to the floor.

"We don't have much time, Daddy!" she scolded me, grabbed my hands with her tiny one tightly.

"Time for what?" What could possibly be so important to a five-year-old? Bella pulled away and glared at me, hands on her hips.

"I'm going to get married." she stated, as if she were trying to give me a hint of some kind. My eyebrows raised at her declaration. I didn't see what the declaration had to do with her pulling me away from my tackle box. When I didn't answer, she groaned. "What happens when I get married?" Again, I didn't answer.

Bella sighed, and pointed to the T.V. It was only then that I realized that she was watching some movie she had brought with her. On the screen was a man with a little girl standing on his feet. The father-daughter dance. "We have to practice." Bella concluded, as if seeing the realization coming to me. I didn't answer at first, finding it hard to find any words to say.

What do you say when you learn that your five-year-old daughter was already prepared for the fateful moment when she leaves you?

"Not today, honey." I said, before smiling at her. "Come on, we're going to go see Jake."

She may have thought that I was being mean, that I didn't want to spend time with her. That wasn't the case at all. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to think of my baby leaving. I wasn't ready to even consider giving her to someone else. Losing custody of her was bad enough, but losing her completely…losing her need for me…I wasn't ready.

Not then.

And especially not when it actually happened.

Though I knew she was happy, I couldn't stand that dance with her. I could barely allow myself to let go of her, release her from the safety of my arms. And now, she was sick, getting better, but sick none the less. I wasn't able to see her, and they wouldn't tell me when I was able to. Because I had to let her go.

I shut the album with a snap before placing my head in my hands. It's weird. You never know how fast time flies, until the thing you dread most suddenly comes and passes. She grew up so fast, I let her go before we were ready.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I straightened up, rubbing my eyes tiredly, before easing myself out of the chair. The recliner groaned a goodbye as I made my way to the door.

"Oh, hey Jake." I greeted upon seeing who was there. Jacob shifted back and forth on his feet, looking nervous about something.

"Hey, Charlie." Jake took a deep breath before exhaling loudly. "I have to tell you something."

"Don't go

Does it have to be this way?

Can't we have just one more chance?

Those who know
They will not say

Must this be the final...

Dance in our lives?
As time just moves on
Yesterday's years
Are too quickly gone"

A/N: Ah Charlie :'( Reviews are loved