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Keeping Secrets – Bella's POV

I didn't like having secrets from Edward. It bothered me that I wasn't completely honest with him. Of course, the thought of Edward killing Charlie bothered me more. Not that I believed Edward would truly physically kill my father. I just didn't want to tempt him.

I was sitting in Alice's room, watching her flip through her wedding binder. I smiled to myself, realizing just how happy I'd made my sister. "So which details are we going over today?"

"All of them. We need to do a quick recap," she said. "But I need to talk to you first."

"About?" I asked, instantly wary. It was either going to be a new outrageous idea for the wedding, or about my parents. Either way, it wasn't something I wanted to talk about.

"Charlie and Renee," she sighed.

"Alice," I warned.

"I know, Bella, but…at the very least, don't you think Edward should know what your dad said?" she pleaded.

"Do you really think he should or has he finally worn you down with his nagging?" I asked. I had closed my eyes and was rubbing my temples, trying to ward off the headache that always came with this topic. I'd moved out of Charlie's nearly two months ago and since then, I hadn't spoken to either of my parents. I was fairly certain they would not be coming to the wedding in two days.

"I think you should tell him just to get rid of the guilt you're feeling," Alice said, grasping my free hand with both of hers. "Jazz says the guilt rolls off you every time you look Edward in the face."

I snapped my head up and looked at my sister. I never thought it was that bad or that evident. "Does Edward know I've been feeling this way?"

"No," she sighed. "He thinks you're dealing with every thing just fine and he's very proud of you for it."

I smirked—I couldn't help it. The idea of Edward being proud of me was silly. I was a klutz and a danger magnet. What was there to be proud of? "Silly Vampire!" I joked.

Alice giggled. I loved that sound; it was like the tinkling of a hundred small bells. She hugged me to her and laid my head on her shoulder. "I'm just trying to help you out, you know."

"I know. Does it really make a difference if I tell him?" I asked.

"Yes. It takes away your guilt and he finally starts believing that you don't edit as much as he thinks you do."

"You've seen it?"

"Yep."

"Does he…." I couldn't finish that sentence. I didn't even feel right asking.

Alice felt me stiffen against her. She sat me up and looked into my face. "Finish your question, Bella."

I exhaled as deeply as possible. "What exactly will Edward do to Charlie?"

Alice rocked back onto the bed with the force of her laughter. "Silly Bella!" she shrieked through her laughs.

I grinned at my sister's amusement at my expense. "Glad that I can entertain you!"

"Is that why you haven't told him?" Alice asked, her laughter down to snorts and giggles.

I eyed her sheepishly. "Yeah."

She tried her best to make her face serious, but I could see the corners of her lips twitching. "Talk to Edward. He won't do or say anything to Charlie."

"If you're sure," I sighed.

"I am. I'm Alice. I see everything!" she giggled.

"Just don't forget our deal. No peeking at the wedding night!" I teased, playfully pushing on her shoulder.

Her golden eyes glittered with amusement.

"You've already seen it!" I shrieked. I could feel my face turning tomato red.

Alice giggled at the horrified expression on my face. "Not all of it! Just enough to know what you should wear that night."

"Of course!" I muttered. "Can we move on to the wedding plans?" I was desperate for a new topic.

"Please let me get someone else, anyone else, to do the service!" she begged. "Anyone but Emmett!"

I grinned. This was one of the stipulations that I wouldn't budge on. It also happened to be the only one that drove Alice insane. "Nope! He's doing it."

"He's going to make fun of you and Edward throughout the entire service and the reception."

I felt that horrified look back on my face. "He wouldn't dare!"

"He won't exactly mean to. He's going to get into a fight with Edward the morning of the wedding. It'll make him furious and he'll use his position to get revenge against Edward."

"I can't believe he would do that."

"They're brothers. This is how they behave. One aggravates the other until the whole thing becomes a viscous cycle of revenge and pranks," she said with a shrug.

That shrug more than any of her words told me what she was saying was true. "Can't Esme stop them? Can't I? There has to be a way, Alice!"

Alice closed her eyes; I knew that she was searching the future. I felt bad that she always seemed to be doing that for me. But the relief I felt at knowing she would keep me safe was a lot stronger.

When Alice opened her eyes, she was grinning wickedly. "What did you see?" I asked, uncertain if I wanted to know.

"Emmett's going to make a bet with you and you're going to accept," she chuckled darkly.

I gulped as I tried to swallow. "Will I win?"

Alice didn't answer me. She grabbed my arm and tugged me toward the door. "We need to go shopping."

"I thought we had everything!" I whined.

She leaned close to me and whispered, "We do. But I need to explain the bet to you and we can't talk about it in the house. Emmett might hear."

I smiled brightly at my sister. "Let's go shopping!"