Breaking Dawn | Page 4

the enthusiasm in his voice. Though inviting the Clearwaters had been
Edward�s idea, I was glad he�d thought of it. Having Seth there would be nice�a link,
however tenuous, to my missing best man. �It wouldn�t be the same without you.�
�Tell Edward I said hi, �kay?�
�Sure thing.�
I shook my head. The friendship that had sprung up between Edward and Seth was
something that still boggled my mind. It was proof, though, that things didn�t have to be
this way. That vampires and werewolves could get along just fine, thank you very much,
if they were of a mind to.
Not everybody liked this idea.
�Ah,� Seth said, his voice cracking up an octave. �Er, Leah�s home.�
�Oh! Bye!�
The phone went dead. I left it on the seat and prepared myself mentally to go inside the
house, where Charlie would be waiting.
My poor dad had so much to deal with right now. Jacob-the-runaway was just one of the
straws on his overburdened back. He was almost as worried about me, his barely-alegal-
adult daughter who was about to become a Mrs. in just a few days� time.
I walked slowly through the light rain, remembering the night we�d told him. . . .
As the sound of Charlie�s cruiser announced his return, the ring suddenly weighed a
hundred pounds on my finger. I wanted to shove my left hand in a pocket, or maybe sit
on it, but Edward�s cool, firm grasp kept it front and center.
�Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you�re not confessing to a murder
here.�
�Easy for you to say.�
I listened to the ominous sound of my father�s boots clomping up the sidewalk. The key
rattled in the already open door. The sound reminded me of that part of the horror movie
when the victim realizes she�s forgotten to lock her deadbolt.
�Calm down, Bella,� Edward whispered, listening to the acceleration of my heart.
The door slammed against the wall, and I flinched like I�d been Tasered.
�Hey, Charlie,� Edward called, entirely relaxed.
�No!� I protested under my breath.
�What?� Edward whispered back.
�Wait till he hangs his gun up!�
Edward chuckled and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair.
Charlie came around the corner, still in his uniform, still armed, and tried not to make a
face when he spied us sitting together on the loveseat. Lately, he�d been putting forth a
lot of effort to like Edward more. Of course, this revelation was sure to end that effort
immediately.
�Hey, kids. What�s up?�
�We�d like to talk to you,� Edward said, so serene. �We have some good news.�
Charlie�s expression went from strained friendliness to black suspicion in a second.
�Good news?� Charlie growled, looking straight at me.
�Have a seat, Dad.�
He raised one eyebrow, stared at me for five seconds, then stomped to the recliner and
sat down on the very edge, his back ramrod straight.
�Don�t get worked up, Dad,� I said after a moment of loaded silence. �Everything�s
okay.�
Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word okay. He probably would
have used something more like wonderful or perfect or glorious.
�Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then why are you sweating
bullets?�
�I�m not sweating,� I lied.
I leaned away from his fierce scowl, cringing into Edward, and instinctively wiped the
back of my right hand across my forehead to remove the evidence.
�You�re pregnant!� Charlie exploded. �You�re pregnant, aren�t you?�
Though the question was clearly meant for me, he was glaring at Edward now, and I
could have sworn I saw his hand twitch toward the gun.
�No! Of course I�m not!� I wanted to elbow Edward in the ribs, but I knew that move
would only give me a bruise. I�d told Edward that people would immediately jump to
this conclusion! What other possible reason would sane people have for getting married
at eighteen? (His answer then had made me roll my eyes. Love. Right.)
Charlie�s glower lightened a shade. It was usually pretty clear on my face when I was
telling the truth, and he believed me now. �Oh. Sorry.�
�Apology accepted.�
There was a long pause. After a moment, I realized everyone was waiting for me to say
something. I looked up at Edward, panic-stricken. There was no way I was going to get
the words out.
He smiled at me and then squared his shoulders and turned to my father.
�Charlie, I realize that I�ve gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have
asked you first. I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don�t
want to diminish her choice in the matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I�m asking
you for your blessing. We�re getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in
the world, more than my own life, and�by some miracle�she loves me that way, too.
Will you give us your blessing?�
He sounded so sure, so calm. For just an instant, listening to the absolute confidence in
his voice, I experienced a rare moment of insight. I could see, fleetingly, the way the
world looked to