Bella and Edward in Charlie’s Living room

BPOV

As the sound of Charlie’s cruiser signaled his return from work I got all fidgety and worried. I suddenly became very aware of the engagement ring on my finger and it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.

I wanted to hide my finger, thinking maybe sitting on it, or shoving it in my pocket, though Edwards cool firm grasp kept it front and centre.

“Stop Bella, please? Try to remember that you are not confessing to murder here.”

“Easy for you to say”

I listened for the sound of my father’s boots coming up the side walk. The key rattled in the door though it was already open.

“Calm down Bella” Edward whispered in my ear, listening to my heart speed up.

The door slammed and I flinched like I had been Tasered.

“Hey, Charlie” Edward called completely relaxed.

“NO!” I whisper yelled.

“What?” Edward whispered back.

“Wait till he has hung up his gun!”

Edward chuckled lightly and ran his free hand through his glorious tousled hair.

Charlie walked in still in uniform and still with his gun. He made a face as he saw us sitting on the chair. Lately he had been trying his best to keep quite and be nice to Edward, though what we were about to do would end that completely and immediately.

“Hey kids, what’s up?” Charlie asked, still looking at us.

“We would like to talk to you” Edward sail serenely.

“We have got some really great news!” Edward said excitedly.

Charlie’s expression immediately turned suspicious.

“Good news?” Charlie practically growled while looking straight at me.

“Have a seat dad” I said trying to get him to calm down. He just raised an eyebrow at me, though he took a seat on the recliner, sitting up ramrod straight.

“Dad seriously, don’t get worked up, everything’s okay, really.” I tried hard to reassure him that it was.

“Love” Edward said and Charlie visibly flinched “I would have said everything’s more like perfect, wonderful, and glorious”

“Sure it is Bella, if everything is so great, then why are you sweating buckets?” Charlie accused glaring at me.

“I’m not sweating” I lied.

Charlie just stared at me and I reflexively wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.