“Did Jacob tell you why I was leaving?” I edged.

“Well the reason is rather obvious.” He explained. “You can’t really stay here when your college is in another state.”

I exhaled in relief.

“Yeah, we have a house in Denali, which is only a ten minute drive from campus. Which reminds me,” I handed him the keys in my hand. “The truck wont be able to make it to Denali, I think I’m going to have to leave it here.” He nodded and accepted the keys from my outstretched hand.

“Is Carlisle helping Edward and you pay for the house?” He questioned. I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me with another question. “Are you guys going to be visiting your families on the weekends at all, or are you more focused on starting one of your own?”

“Oh…” Crap. I was hoping to avoid this part of the conversation. “Well…see, Esme bought the house and Carlisle got a job up there…so we are all kinda moving together.”

“Oh, so you wont really be coming back here that often.” His voice cracked with the pain that he was trying so desperately to hide.

“No, not really.” I winced. “And, Edward and I will probably not have kids. I am not so fond of the idea.” I lied. The truth of the matter was, Edward was close to 100 years old, his sperm was no longer fertile. Plus, it had taken on the consistency of a frozen slushy.

Charlie struggled to conceal his disappointment.

“When you guys leaving?” He mumbled.

“Well, we’re leaving on our honeymoon today.” I blushed at the words. “and then, we’re just not coming back. The rest of the family will be moving in while we’re gone.”

“So I guess that makes this goodbye then.” Charlie concluded.

“Yes.” I felt the tears prickling at my eyes.

He cleared his throat and tried to make some more conversation.

“So, uh, where are you guys going on yer honeymoon?” He pushed his food aside and stood up.

“I don’t know.” I thought quickly. “Its supposed to be a surprise.”

He nodded and we stood in silence for a moment.

“Well,” his voice cracked. “I guess you probably have to get going then..” The pain in his voice was obvious. It was even worse considering that he was still under the impression that he would see me again, whereas I knew that this was the last time I would ever see my father. Tears streamed quietly down my face as I threw my arms around his neck. Charlie was never one for displaying emotion, but he hugged me back fiercely and emitted a half-concealed sob.