A/N: Okay, so I thought of this just a little while ago. Hope you like my first one-shot

I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. Any songs mentioned belong to their respective owners.

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How I Met Your Mother

EPOV

“Bella, are you sure you're ready to tell him? I mean, we could put it off just a little longer if you want.” I asked her, trying to make sure she was comfortable. She had just agreed to marry me, to my great satisfaction, but now we had to tell her parents, starting with Charlie, which left her scared of his reaction.

I heard her sigh next to me, “Yeah, we might as well get it over with. But first, how are his thoughts, would this be a bad time to tell him?” She asked tentatively, as if worried that he'd yell at her or worse, try to kill me. Even though we both know he wouldn't succeed, it would be difficult to have to explain why his bullets did me no harm.

I focused on his thoughts, trying to make sure that it would be relatively safe to give him the good news. Images of Renée and a tiny Bella filled his mind in the form of pictures. He was looking through an old photo album. There were photos of his and Renée's wedding day, Renée in the hospital with newborn Bella. Bella's school portraits since preschool. I smiled at his thoughts and then realized we were still standing on the front porch.

“I'm pretty sure it's safe. I actually think we have the perfect distraction, he's reminiscing from when he and your mom were married and when you were little. He seems calm and it almost seems like he's expecting something like this from you, which would lead to him looking through the albums,” I said to Bella, turning thoughtful to myself during my last sentence. She just nodded, as if we were speaking business terms and then lightly knocked on the door.

I heard Charlie stash the photo album away and stumble across the floor to the front door. I heard him trip over the mat in front of the door, like father like daughter and smiled as he opened the door, unnaturally calm at my presence with Bella, ever since I had left those months ago. He welcomed us in.