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Charlie's p

`The fact that something was wrong became evident the moment Edward waltzed into my living room with Bella craddled in his arms, but i was clueless as to what was wrong with my daughter. I had assumed she had hurt her leg based on the fact that Edward had carried her in. Why else would he have carried her in here?

Under normal cicumstances i definatley would have demanded that he set my daughter down, and then i probably would have said something to imply that i would shoot him and burry him in the backyard if i ever saw him carrying my little girl again, but this was different.

Bella clung to Edward tightly the way a a small child would cling to its mother, and Edward held her effortlessly as if she weighed no more than a feather. Show off. I've held her before and she sure as hell weighs a whole lot more than a damn feather. The poor boy was probably dying to just throw her on the couch or something, and at this point im not really sure if i would have been happier with that or if that would have made me want to kill him more. I guess i'll just say both. But of course, Edward was a perfect god sent angel and he would never do a thing like that...Ha! So why the hell was my daughter craddled in Edward's arms?

Judging by the way Emmett glared at Edward, he wanted to know the same thing. Edward was Emmett's bestfriend long before he became Bella's boyfriend, or stalker whatever you want to call him, and they were still friends, but Emmett made it as clear as i had that he would gladly alter Edward's face if he ever broke Bella's heart. You gotta love having a son! I would have no one to plot with if i didn't have Emmett. Could you imagine having to kill someone by yourself? That would take all the fun out of it.

Bella's eyes were red and puffy which revealed that she had been crying. I knew my daughter , and if there was one thing i knew about her it was how to tell when she had been crying. Her face would get red just as it appaered now, and her eyes would be slighly red and the skin under her eyes would be puffy. Why had she been crying? Bella never cried when she got hurt. Even when she was little she never cried because of a cut or a bruise, or evena broken arm. She was very tough, and she only cried over things that hurt her feelings, or if she was worried about something. So, had someone hurt my baby's feelings? Was she worrried about something? What would she be worried about?

"Belles, honey what's wrong?", i asked, and of course at this point i still assumed that she had fallen and hurt her leg so she was unable to walk, but that theory flew out the door the moment she was sent down on her feet. She could walk, so why had he carried her, and why were her eyes puffy like she had been crying? maybe something had happened at school? did something happen to her friends? Renee?

"Belles, is something wrong?", i asked again, but in a more demanding tone this time. It killed me to see her in that state. It killed me to not know what was wrong with my daughter. I wanted to comfort her, or help her, or start digging holes in the backyard to dump bodies in. Something! I wanted to be able to do something for my daughter, but of course that was impossible unless she opened her mouth and told me what was wrong.

her eyes began to water, and her hands were shaky. I knew my daughter like the back of my hand. I knew everything about her. I knew her favorite color, her favorite foods, i knew she hated her old english teacher, i knew she loved Edward more than anything else in this world, and i knew that something wasn't right at this moment.

She took a deep breath and played with her clothes nervously. " Im fine, dad", she tried to assure me, but her shaky voice told me other she lied it was easy to tell because her voice always became super shaky. Something was wrong with my daughter, and although i wasn't sure what it was, i was sure that Edward had something to do with it. Why else would he have tagged along, and carried my daughter through the front door? surely there was some place other than my house that his fancy over priced car could have driven him to. Why the hell was he here?

I was about to speak up again when emmett beat me to the punch. "No., Belles, you may be able to walk, but you are sure as hell not alright!", he barked harshly. His words came out a little differently than i would have liked, but i knew he would get the truth out of her.

If anyone could get Bella to admit to anything, it was definitley Emmett. Bella adored her big brother. He was her personal body guard, and her best friend. She told him almost everything. He was the one person she couldn't lie to.

Bella turned toward Edward and sobbed into his black t-shirt. He held her lovingly and rubbed her back gently. It was evident that he loved her. I had once thought i knew what love was, but watching my seventeen year old daughter with her boyfriend made me relize that i was clueless as to what love really was, but of course im clueless when it comes to a lot things. I'm never able to fully understand Bella the way Emmett and Edward do, i couldn'tdo math to save my life, i buy the worst presents, and i have no idea what a "perfect date ", would be like, but i do know how to shoot a gun.

Edward and Bella have shown me what love is over the course of their three year relationship, and its something iv'e never experieenced. Love is always being there for each other no metter what. Love is going to play baseball even though your incable of playing a sport without injuring yourself. Love is putting up with someone's embarrisng comments (Emmett). Love is dealing with every one of the police chief's interigations. Love is what my daughter shared with the boy who held her in his arms.

I was terrified to hear the news news i was almost certain would come out of her mouth. She was a young woman, and Edward was a young man. I must have known t it would happen sooner or later, but i still didn't want to hear it.

Was this all my fault? Was it wrong of me to have left them alone so many times? Could this have been avoided if i had been home more? A million different questions ran through my mind and i couldn't help but blame myself for this. It was all my fault. I was the one that always let her go out with Edward, and i left her home alone so many times. Only God knows how many times Edward had been at my house without me knowing.

Emmett's face sofented and he walked over to his little sister. He could tell he had only made the situation worse, and it pained him to see her so upset.

He pulled her away from Edward and hugged her tighly in his muscular arms. "Baby, im sorry", he apoligized. Bella shook off his grip and grabbed his left hand. At first i didn't understand what she was doing, but then it became all too clear.

She lifted her worn long sleeved shirt up a little below her belly button, and placed his hand gently on her stomach.

A small bump was barely visible, but i would have received her message even if it had been completely flat. Bella was pregnant. My baby was going to have a baby. What the hell? My baby's having a baby? My baby couldn't have a baby, She's my baby!