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There Always Comes A Time

Summary:
Continues from Eclipse. Edward and Bella tell Charlie about the wedding and everything seems smooth running. But then something happens, something big. Will Bella still want to go through with it? My first fanfic! R&R please.


Notes:
Bella's PoV. Disclaimer: as much as i would love to be Stephenie Meyer, i'm not, and I don't own Twilight *sigh*


1. Chapter 1: Charlie

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“Bella, love? We’re here.” I heard whispered in my ear. “Are you sure you want to do this?” his gaze was so hard to fight off, I was drowning in it.

“Please don't try to talk me out of it.I need to do it now or else I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to do it.” I sighed, trying to put on a brave face. The desperation was really showing in my voice now. Edward sighed, kissing my forehead. He didn’t say anything, just merely looked into my eyes one last time before swinging himself out the car door, and instantaneously appearing at the other side of the car, holding his arm out for me. He knew me too well; the last thing on my mind was my balance.He held me as I wobbled to the front door of Charlie’s house.

“Everything will be alright. Just remember that” he mumbled into my hair as he swept me into a strong embrace.And with one strong push, I heaved the door open, cringing at what we were about to do.

“Bella, is that you?” I heard from the living room.

“Yeah, Ch- Dad, it’s me. And Edward. Um, do you think we could talk to you for a moment?” I called, twisting the ring on my finger impatiently.

“Uh, sure. Is everything okay?” I could hear the worry in his voice. Damn it, this was going to be harder than I thought. Edward was watching me intently, and I gave him a quick nod to say I was okay. It was time. We wandered up the stairs, meeting Charlie on the landing.

“Where do you want to talk?” he asked nervously, before we had the chance to answer his previous question.

“How about the dining area? Come along, now.” Edward said fluidly, trying to break the awkwardness.I felt so out of place, so I stumbled up to the table and sat down. Fidgeting with my ring again, fingering the diamond. At once, Charlie’s eyes bulged with understanding.

“You… you’re… is that… ring… Edward…” he spluttered. It looked like he was having an aneurism. “You’re eighteen for god’s sake, Bella!” I felt the tears build up in my eyes. I pleaded with him.

“Please, Dad, just let us explain…” I felt the salty liquid flow down my cheeks freely now.

“There’s something to EXPLAIN?” he burst out, slamming his palm against the table making it shudder. “You’re… you’re… pregnant?” he almost whispered the word, as if it was cancerous. I almost giggled; I didn’t know what to say.

“Please… Dad, of course I’m not. But Edward and I love each other! Seeing as we plan to spend the rest of our…“ I paused, almost saying existence, giving us away “…lives together, we may as well do this. We feel it’s the right thing to do.” I was distraught, begging him silently.We all sat there for a moment, though it felt like a decade. I was still twisting my ring around my delicate finger, and Edward stroked it, instantly calming me. Charlie noticed this little action, still opening and closing his mouth like a blowfish, trying to form a sentence.

“Charlie, I know this is difficult for you, but you must understand that I love Bella, and I would never let anything happen to her. Please, be happy for us?” Edward put his arm a round me, comforting me as he said this. Charlie started to calm down, although I could still see he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Edward… you’re only eighteen, too! I’m her Father, I’m supposed to look after her!” he said, barely concealing the frustration in his voice.

“To me, it feels like I’ve been waiting a hundred years for Bella” Edward said, smiling at his in joke, “ and I’m not about to let go of her…” that was evident, my arms were starting to hurt where he was holding me.I sat there a moment longer, trying to decide whether I should beg or threaten my Father. I went for both.

“Dad, this is what makes me happy, and if you love me, you’ll want me to be happy too. And remember, I’m old enough to move out, and I’m always welcome at Edwards.” He noticed the threat, and backed off, running his fingers through his hands. At that moment, he looked very frail.

“I think you should go now.” Charlie whispered, afraid.

“Dad, please…” I could feel myself tearing up again, and decided to do as he said. Edward supported me again, and we left. I glanced over my shoulder one last time, and saw Charlie bend over, his head in his hands. I could see I had hurt him, but it needed to be done.

“Bella, I’m so proud of you.” Edward whispered in my ear once we got into the truck.

“Please, let’s just go home now…” I said, marvelling at the word home, sniffling like a 5 year old into Edward’s muscular shoulder.

“That sounds like a good idea to me” he muttered into my hair, and we drove off to my new home, awaiting the inevitable, because the time had come.

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