AN: I forgot to mention - thanks in advance to any reviews, though I don't expect many. People normally don't like to admit that they read fics like this ;] Oh, and just to clear things up: Charlie and Bella are merely father and daughter. Nothing more!

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine!

November 20th 1993

The first time Bella was exposed to the idea of sexual intercourse she was six years old.

She and Emmett were visiting Charlie for two weeks. It had been a stormy night; lightning burned the sky with thunder deafening the towns below. Bella always hated storms. They didn't scare her so much as they unsettled her. She could never sleep when one decided to rave its fury outside.

Emmett would read her bedtime stories and sing soft lullabies to help her drift off when such a time occurred – and that night was no exception. However, when her chocolate eyes fluttered closed and he quietly left the room after kissing her forehead, she had bolted into full awareness again when a particularly loud bullet of noise enveloped the small town of Forks, Washington.

Without her cuddly protector, Bella brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, gaze shooting round to the translucent curtain hanging over her window. The storm didn't leave for quite some time, and soon the observant, little girl heard strange sounds from across the hall.

There's a burglar in Daddy's room! her innocent mind screamed with horror. She quickly scrambled out of the high bed, tiny feet patting gently along the floor as she hurried to her father's bedroom door. It was cracked open just a smidge as usual (he'd told her that it was so he would hear if she called for him and be there in an instant). Pushing it open only a little, she poked her head round to check on his wellbeing.

What met her eyes was a foreign sight to her curious self.

The light reflected from the moon was all that allowed her to see. It outlined the muscles on her father's back as he seemed to push down and forward into something. Beneath him was a feminine figure. Bella had never seen this woman's face before; and it certainly wasn't Mommy's because her parents divorced many years ago.

The woman's head was thrown back against the pillows, mouth etched open in a silent scream and eyes screwed shut. With odd fascination, Bella fixed her gaze on the two, wondering what was happening.

As he continued to push forward and then pull back, her father grunted, while the woman cried out softly in breathy sighs and whimpers: The aforementioned sounds.

When the thin sheet draped over her father's back slipped down to the bed, Bella's eyes widened further. What looked like a rather large, skin coloured cucumber drove in and out of the woman's pee-pee area. And dangling like small apples on a tree were mounds of flesh between her father's legs. Rather than feeling horrified like most children would, Bella felt increasingly irritated that she didn't understand why a vegetable-like object moving into a girl's flower was pleasurable, and she was sure that the sounds they were making weren't ones of distress.

But it still begged the question of who this woman was. Bella bit her lip as she watched them, thinking of the people she'd met today. Daddy had taken her to the park where the eight-year-old Emmett followed her around as she ran with excitement. Lots of ladies had cooed at her and asked for her name, but none of them resembled what she could see of this woman.

Suddenly, she realised what the cucumber thing was. "That's Daddy's dinky," she whispered to herself, eyes wide. After numerous baths with Emmett, the two had begun to question their father (they knew Renée would be no help after all) on why they were different. Charlie had given them a short explanation of 'flowers' and 'dinkies' before nearly running out the room.

Bella observed her father's private parts. It looked a bit different to Emmett's; definitely bigger. She guessed that when her brother grew up, his dinky would increase in size too.

The couple on the bed suddenly started moving faster, the sounds getting louder, and soon they had stilled and only their heavy breathing could be heard. When her father started to rise from the bed, Bella quickly scuttled back to her room. She slipped under the covers, the thunder and lightning now far from her mind as she thought about Daddy and that woman.