Till Dawn Breaks

WARNING!!! I strongly suggest that you read all three books in the Twilight series before you read this fan fiction. This fan fiction contains SPOILERS so I’m going to cover my own butt and tell you before hand. Thanks so much for reading this! Leave comments!

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Chapter 1- Bella’s POV

“Tell Charlie. Just tell Charlie”, a small voice repeated frantically in my head. I was shaking so hard that Edward pried his topaz eyes away from the empty road, and glanced at me with sincere concern. He engulfed one of my trembling hands in his own, trapping my fingers in an icy cage.

“Bella, it will be fine. I’ll be right there with you,” he practically breathed the words. The blasting air conditioner seemed to steer the smell of his irresistible breath right passed my inviting nostrils. I inhaled it deeply, and was instantaneously calm. I stopped trembling, and Edward, with a satisfied grin plastered across his perfect face, turned his attention back to the road.

I planned the whole “Dad, I’m getting married” conversation in my head, but it was difficult with out knowing how Charlie was going to react to the whole situation.

“Maybe, we should ask him to forgive you first,” I suggested, not meaning to speak aloud.

“Forgive me for what?” Edward asked as he pulled into the driveway next to my truck.

“Well maybe we won’t ask him that, but I do think that before we tell him about the wedding you two need to sit down and have a man to man chat.”

“You’re probably right, Bells,” Edward sighed half-heartedly in a defeated tone. I could almost hear a hint of anxiety entangle itself with his words. This man to man chat wasn’t going to have anything to do with ESPN. A few months ago Edward had left me, thinking he was protecting me from his family and himself. Charlie never understood why I let the man who had crushed my heart back into my life so willingly.

Edward reluctantly released my hand from his grip and smiled as his fingers brushed up against a small golden ring on my finger. It had been his birth mother’s wedding ring, and now he had given it to me as a token of our engagement. I giddily stroked the diamond with my finger-tips, and giggled in anticipation of our up coming wedding. I unbuckled my seatbelt just as Edward swung open the passenger side door of his shiny, silver Volvo. He lifted me out and placed my feet on the ground in front of him. His face was conveniently close to mine so I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him square on the lips.

When I pulled away, his face looked a bit flabbergasted, but then the corners of his lips turned upward, and he exhaled from his mouth. His overwhelming smell swirled into my nostrils, and I was overcome by his piercing eyes. My brain disconnected from my body, and I drifted in the tranquil sea that was my Edward. He had done it again. He had dazzled me!

Once I remembered to breath, everything else fell back into place. Edward gave me a smug smile and chuckled a little too loudly.

“You meant to do that!” I accused, poking my finger at his chest.

“I couldn’t help it! It’s just so much fun!” he protested playfully, dragging me to the front door.

Inside my house all I could hear was the faint noise of the TV in the living room. I flicked on the light switch, and I felt a cold arm slither around my waist. I secured it there with my own hand and trudged through the kitchen.

“Charlie?” I asked, appearing next to his tattered chair. He was snoring in a slumped position; however, the remote was still secured loosely in his rough fingers. I sighed at the peace in his face. He wasn’t like this very often; so peaceful, so serene. I snatched a fish-embroidered blanket off the couch and laid it over my dozing father. Edward’s eyes followed my every move, but he didn’t ruin the beautiful moment. I removed the remote from my dad’s unwilling, possessive clutches, and hit the off button for the TV.

“Sweet dreams, dear Dad,” I crooned, as I pecked him on his stubbly cheek, “We’ll tell him the news tomorrow,” I whispered to Edward, who was already headed up the stairs, “after the two of you ‘talk’.” I made air quotes around the last word and threw an expecting look at Edward. He winced.

I closed my bedroom door silently behind me, and Edward headed for the window. He swung one leg out before saying,

“I’ll only be a moment, Love.” Then he disappeared into the soundless, still night.

I grabbed by bathroom bag from a hook on the door and my pajamas from under my pillow and trudged through the hall to the bathroom that Charlie and I shared. I rolled my eyes when I walked in to find the contents of the hamper strewn across the linoleum floor. Slightly annoyed, I scooped the garments up and piled them back into the wicker basket across from the toilet. I turned the hot water almost all the way up. My shower was short, but I let every ounce of tension melt off my body with the steaming water. I was way too stressed. After toweling myself off and attacking my tangled hair with a comb, I returned to my room dressed in my favorite flannel pants and an old tee. I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see my Edward lounging lazily on the quilted bed. He looked up at me and smiled my favorite crooked grin. I couldn’t resist the urge to smile back.

“How was your shower, Sweet?” he inquired as I sank into bed next to him. My still-wet hair soaked his shirt, but he didn’t protest.

“Good,” I replied nonchalantly. I actually had a point to make so I quickly changed the subject,

“Edward?”

“Yes, Love?”

“I think we need a game plan.”

“A game plan? For what?” he sounded genuinely confused.

“For telling Charlie about… well, you know.”

“Why would we need ‘game plan’?” he made air quotes around the words,” His reaction will be the same either way, Bella.” He remained patient, even though I knew I was sounding a bit childish.

“Charlie is… well, you know… delicate...” Edward muffled a chuckle, but gazed at me with smiling eyes. Perfect, golden eyes. I shook my head, trying to stay focused. Why did he have to be so beautifully distracting?!?

“What did you have in mind?” Edward’s voice interjected into my daydream; he had caved to my idea.

“I was kinda hoping you would help me with that,” I crooned innocently, batting my long eyelashes and sticking out my lip.

“You know you could make me do anything you want with that look!” he laughed, booming sound throughout the yellow bedroom. I slapped my hand over his mouth and hissed,

“Charlie’s sleeping! Quiet!” The expression in his eyes turned soft and apologetic. He removed my hand from his cold lips, and trapped it in his own. I shivered with pleasure. I would never enjoy the heat again.

I started to feel my eyes droop, and my breathing slowed.

“Sleep, Bella. We’ll talk in the morning,” Edward crooned into my ear.

“No, but-,” my sentence was cut off by a yawn. Edward slid both of his arms around my waist, rocked back and forth, and started to hum my lullaby. Great! There was no hope for consciousness now. Just as my mind began to drift on the verge of sleep, a deafening crash sounded from downstairs. I shot out of my trance.

“ Edward!” I screamed, but he wasn’t there, and my bedroom door was left swinging on its hinges.