BPOV
Buzzing fills my ears.
I turn my head slightly but my cheek is still plastered to Edward's chest.
I smile trying to wake myself up a little more to figure out the buzzing.
Edward's hand is right under the fabric of my boy shorts where he is cupping my ass in his sleep.
I smile again.
He loves my ass.
He hasn't said it but I can tell just by how he swats it when I move past him from time to time or the way he squeezes it when our mouths are attached or when his hand rests in the back pocket of my jeans when we're out and about.
It's just a feeling.
The buzzing seems to be nonstop, I reach my arm out grabbing my phone off the nightstand.
"What?" I snap into my phone.
I feel Edward's fingers flex against the flesh of my ass, which calms me slightly.
"Don't what me Isabella Marie, I'm at your apartment at seven in the morning and you aren't here," Charlie says evenly through the phone.
"You're at my apartment?" I ask confused.
"Who is it?" Edward asks all sleep rough.
"Isabella, who is that?" Dad snaps.
Whoa, he's Isabella'd me twice.
I haven't heard him call me Isabella since I got a parking ticket in Port Angeles going into my sophomore year of college.
I've casually mentioned Edward and by casual I may have only said I was going out with friends.
I sit up and move away from my warm cuddly boyfriend, which in turn makes him sit up looking concerned.
"Dad—"
"Don't dad me, where are you?"
"My boyfriend's place?"
"Is that a question?"
"No, but I'm unsure of how you're going to react. Your tone screams murder," I tell him honestly.
"Bella," he sighs.
Oh good, I'm back to Bella now.
"Father," I respond back, watching Edward's eyes widen he must be more awake. "I didn't know you were coming."
"It's called a surprise. Besides, Jake knew I was coming. I would have thought he would have told you not to make plans," he says in frustration.
"Mother fucker," I mumble.
"Excuse me?" he snaps.
I glance at Edward who is running his hand over his scruffy jaw.
He looks good and is naked so I become distracted knowing what's under the sheet beside me.
He's turned me into a hornball and my dad will for sure see it if he's around us.
"Bell-a," Charlie enunciates in my ear.
"Sorry, I'm on my way back. Are you just hanging—"
"Emmett let me up after I rang the buzzer ten times," he says, cutting me off.
I cradle my phone while I move around Edward's room to grab a pair of his sweats and my bra.
"Alright, give me ten minutes," I grumble before hanging up.
I throw my phone at the end of the bed and quickly get the sweats on. I catch Edward looking at me while I hook my bra in the front and turn it so I can shimmy it up my tank.
"I have to go," I tell him.
"You don't say," he says wryly.
I reach forward grabbing his face to place a smooch on his lips.
His arms wrap around my waist.
"You'll be back for dinner, right?" he asks cautiously.
"My dad's here," I reply.
"He's welcome to join us, Bell. You know Es was already planning on you and Emmett. She has all that food prepped—"
"Are you trying to guilt trip me, Edward?" I ask frankly.
He smirks.
I want to sit on his face instead I shake my head.
"Let me talk to him," I say quietly before I try to school my guilt.
I told Charlie that I had been dating but negated to tell him that I was dating one guy for months and that he had a child.
He would hopefully remain polite during dinner but I knew I'd get an earful in private.
"He knows about us, right?" Edward asks and I hear his annoyance.
I bite my lip.
"Bella," he grits out.
"I don't go into specifics with my dad—"
"I'm not telling you to tell him about me fucking you against the wall," he snaps running his hand over his face. "I think telling him you have a boyfriend who happens to be a father is pretty simple."
I bite my lip again a little stunned by his crassness, that's my department.
So I choose my words carefully.
"Charlie is very old school," I say hoping that is enough.
"So, you think he's going to tell you to dump me?" Edward says now fisting his hair.
"I'm a grown-ass woman, so he can't tell me what to do," I snip. "However, he did feel a certain way about me moving across the country to build my life. I am his only child—"
"Bella, if his opinion doesn't matter either way, I'm not seeing the problem."
I blink.
The problem is I've always been close with my dad and the fact that I like Edward's face as much as I do and adore Hadley as much as I do and have never said anything, says something.
I've hidden them from him which makes me feel ashamed but I'm also trying to navigate it all. I also don't want Charlie to assume things about two of the most important people in my life.
"Edward, I told him ten minutes, my dad is a punctual guy. Let me talk to him and I'll let you know about lunch," I say trying to smooth this over.
"You mean dinner," he corrects.
"One p.m. is lunch," I correct right back at our ongoing debate.
I smile resting my hands on his shoulders.
His eyes roam my face and my chest squeezes.
I don't fight the urge to kiss him.
"I'll walk you out," he says once he pulls away.
I watch him grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before throwing them on. He grabs a hoodie out but helps me put it on.
"It's freezing out there," is all he says.
I had clothes here for later since I was supposed to help Esme with the food. I think I was really supposed to keep Hadley entertained.
Again, I hate that I even have to leave since my two favorite people are already here.
When I slip into my boots Edward has his Patagonia parka in hand.
"I feel like you're dressing me in your stuff so I have to come back," I accuse poking his stomach.
"You will be back," he says so sure.
"Dad?" Hadley asks while she sleepily shuffles her way down the hallway. "Bella, where are you going?"
"Uhhh, my dad decided to surprise me so he's at my place—"
"Your dad is coming to our Thanksgiving?" she asks excitedly.
Edward is smiling when he pulls her to him.
I want to glare but don't want Hadley to see it so I shrug instead.
I playfully hug them both making sure to squish Hadley between us. Edward kisses me quickly telling me I better leave since ten minutes have passed.
I kiss the top of Hadley's head telling her I'll see her later.
I'm bound by my word now.
I hurry out the door and make the short walk to my apartment. When I rush through the front door I see Em and my dad drinking coffee at the island.
"Padre," I greet only slightly out of breath.
"Twenty minutes." These are Charlie's first words to me.
I roll my eyes.
"I was saying my goodbyes," I inform him.
"To your boyfriend," he says before holding his hands up "Or girlfriend, I'm cool with that too."
I stare at him while Emmett snorts.
"He's my boyfriend," I tell him.
"Does this boyfriend have a name?" he asks while taking a sip of his coffee.
"Edward," I say evenly.
"And his kid's name is Hadley," Emmett supplies.
My eyes widen.
"Kid," Dad repeats. "As in daughter?"
"Emmett, I advise you to leave before I throttle you," I growl.
Like the scared little bitch he is, he scurries to his room.
I place my palms on the countertop as I square off with my father.
"You are dating a guy that has a baby—"
"Child, she is nine, hell, she's a mini-adult," I say, correcting him.
"How old is this man?" he asks as his face gets redder.
"Thirty-three," I answer coolly.
"You are dating a man ten years older than you and he has a child who is almost a pre-teen," he accesses out loud.
I nod.
"Is he employed?" he asks almost mockingly.
"He is."
"What does he do, Bella?"
At this moment I feel the need to defend Edward against Charlie's judgments.
"He manages a research lab at a prestigious hospital, and he has an M.D. but he took a job as a researcher instead of entering his residency," I explain.
Dad's mulling over the details I just gave him.
"He chose his kid over his residency," he surmises.
I nod.
"His brother-in-law owns the restaurant and he bartends there to help out. He works his schedule around Hadley's," I tack on.
"Where's the mother?" he asks.
I huff out a breath.
"She is a more complicated topic at the moment, all you need to know is Edward has primary custody," I tell him.
"So he's looking for a mother—"
"Were you looking for a mother for me when you went on dates?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He glares.
"Are you mothering her, Bella?"
"Do I look like I can mother someone, Chuck?" I throw back at him.
"You need to watch it," he warns.
"Hadley and I are comrades in arms. Honestly, she is the best," I say lean in a little.
The way he looks at me makes me feel exposed because I love her. She is everything good and pure in this world. She is kind, compassionate, and considerate. She is that way because Edward is all those things and then some.
She gives everything with her whole heart just like he does.
It's what makes me love him like crazy.
I gasp.
"What?" Charlie asks, confused.
"Nothing," I grumble.
I fucking am in love with Edward and he isn't here right now for me to do anything with this realization.
I'm suddenly feeling very antsy.
"Since you're here you will be spending Thanksgiving with me and Emmett at Edward's," I inform my father.
He looks surprised by this.
"And you won't make it weird, because Hadley loves Thanksgiving and this year will be a little different for her regardless of your presence but she needs to have a great holiday. I already told her I was bringing you so you don't want to disappoint a sweet angel of a child do you?" I ask, feeling on edge to hear his answer.
Charlie Swan is a lot of things but he isn't a party pooper, at least I hope he isn't.
"Bella," he sighs like he's exasperated with me.
I give him my best puppy dog eyes.
"When are they expecting us?"
"Well, Emmett was supposed to come over at breakfast. You dragged me away—"
Emmett comes out of his room dressed like he's going to his Granny McCarty's house. His fair isle sweater is absolutely hideous.
"I'm ready for some Thanksgiving breakfast grub," Emmett declares.
I catch some black material of the tight legging-like jeans he's wearing.
"Are those maternity pants?" I ask disturbed.
"If they can work for Joey on Friends, they can work for me," he sasses.
"Why did I let you move out here?" Charlie groans but mostly to himself.
Ignore him.
"Dad, grab your coat," I order.
If I were a good girlfriend, I would have texted Edward a heads up that we were on our way but my phone is still on the edge of his bed or he might have moved it but I digress.
I hit his buzzer with gusto when we arrive.
Charlie looks less pissed and more baffled as to how this has become his morning.
I might have heard him gripe about being exhausted and questioning how he got himself into this situation.
Emmett might have called him a pushover. He also might have gone to bat on selling Hadley for me, though I wish he would have sold Edward too.
"Hello?" Edward says through the buzzer.
"Psst, it's me," I tell him.
"That was quick," he quips.
"I have guests with me," and with that, he buzzes me in.
He meets us in the lobby with a tight smile.
He's wearing what I left him in and his feet are bare.
I kiss his cheek, smelling coffee on him.
"That's my dad," I whisper.
"I gathered that," he answers dryly.
But Edward holds his hand out to shake Charlie's and welcomes him into his home.
If Charlie wasn't so thrown by all of this, I would swear the sheer size of Edward's brownstone has him stunned.
He looks more and more impressed by the minute.
Hadley came out of the kitchen looking surprised to see me so soon.
"You're back," she smiles.
"Can't keep me away from breakfast," I tell her while I squeeze her in my arms.
I notice her glance at Charlie, but Emmett chooses to distract her.
"Me either," Em says behind me.
"Aunt Esme has tons of bacon and eggs in there," Hadley tells him.
Emmett kicks his shoes off and hands Edward his coat before asking Hadley to lead the way.
"Is he wearing—" Edward starts to ask but I hold my hand up, cutting him off.
"Ah, ah, ah, one obstacle at a time," I tell him.
Edward offers to take my dad's coat and Charlie reluctantly hands it over. I take my shoes off, placing them where they were before I left.
"Uh dad, you need to take your shoes off," I tell him while he awkwardly stands watching me.
"Huh?"
"Shoes off, Edward's a neat freak," I tell him. "Germs roam our shoes and he doesn't like scuffs on his floors."
Edward glares at me.
"Alright," is all Charlie says.
Edward leads us into the kitchen but tugs me to hang back for a second.
"Thanks for the heads up," he says.
"My phone is here and I'm trying to help our cause. If he just meets you and Hadley, then he'll get it," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Get what?"
"Get how important you are," I say shyly, holding back my declarations of love.
He leans down giving me the sweetest kiss.
"Let's get breakfast before Emmett eats it all," he suggests with a smile.
I hope for the life of me that today doesn't get fucked.
A/N: I get a lot of "update soons" but I update once a week... Where are all of you though?