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I was bored waiting for people to update on their stories and waiting for BD to come out (we don't get it till Monday L) so I decided to write another story.

Please read and tell me what you think.

Bed Time Stories

"Tell me about him again." I looked down into Emily's vibrant green eyes, so much like her father's and felt my heart lurch for him. "Please." She pleaded with me.

"Okay." I sighed.

She snuggled into my side and settled down waiting for me to start. I ran my fingers through her wild hair and stared up at the ceiling, thinking back to the very first time I met her father.

I had just moved to Forks from Phoenix to live with Granda Charlie. In typical Fork's fashion it was raining down more than ever as I unpacked my belongings into my small bedroom. After I finished I went down to the kitchen.

"What's burning?" I walked into the kitchen, waving my hand in front of my nose trying to get rid of the horrid burning smell.

"Shoot." Granda muttered and pulled out a smoking, black tray.

"What was that supposed to be?" I asked looking the black heap.

"Lasagne, it said forty minutes on the label." He lifted off what looked like a piece of cardboard.

"Did you forget to take the lid off?"

"I don't like Granda's cooking either, he always burns it." Emily screwed her face up making me chuckle. I went back to the story.

"It didn't say that on the instructions." He chucked the smoldering black blob on the oven top and sighed. "How about we get some pizza instead?" He suggested.

"Whatever." I shrugged.

He pulled open a couple of drawers, raking through the contents. "Aha!" He held up the pizza leaflet and picked up the phone. Granda phoned up the pizza and went to the shop to get some soda.

I was sitting reading my book when the doorbell rang.

"Was it daddy?"

She already knew it was him but she seemed to ask that question every time I told her the story, her anticipation never fading.

"Just wait." I softly patted her head and carried on.

I collected the money from the counter in the kitchen and opened the door. The pizza boy was pulling the pizza box out of the insulated case and turned to face me.

"That'll be . . ."

When he looked up I saw the most amazing pair of emerald eyes.

I looked down into Emily's eyes, getting lost in them just like I had with Edward that night. She was smiling brightly up at me.

I couldn't speak, all I could do was stare at him. He was beautiful, the most handsome person I had ever scene in my entire life; he had wild bronze hair, gorgeous green eyes and lovely kissable lips.

Emily let out a giggle and pouted her lips.

I shook my head trying to clear my head and speak.

"Sorry, how much will it be?" I asked him with a smile.

"It will cost you your name and number." Daddy said.

"I'm sorry." I was blushing like a tomato.

"If you will give me your name and number the pizza is free of charge." He smiled at me and I felt my knees go like jelly.

"Bella, Bella Swan." I stuck out my hand for the pizza but he pulled it away.

"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen. I need the other half of the agreement then you can get your pizza."

"224-69-208."

He repeated the number a couple of times then handed me the pizza.

"Don't give that number out to any other boys, I don't want my girlfriend being pestered by annoying boys with puppy dog crushes." He winked.

I watched him as he walked away and climbed into his car and drove off. From that night onwards I knew that I wanted daddy to be my boyfriend and no one else.

I looked down to see Emily was breathing heavily, sound asleep. She never managed to stay awake for the whole story. I kissed her head lightly and quietly slipped out of the bed, closed her door over and made my way downstairs.

"Is she asleep?" Alice asked from the couch.

"Yeah, sound asleep." I sat down beside her and sighed.

"You need to tell her Bella."

"Don't." I started but got cut off.

"Bella, you can't let her believe her own father is dead when he isn't." I turned to Alice pleading with my eyes.

"How many times do we need to have this argument? Seriously Alice, it's been 5, nearly 6 years and there is still no improvement in him."

"Maybe if he heard her voice, your voice, the two of you together?" Tears were forming in my eyes as I shook my head.

"I can't Alice, it breaks my heart seeing him like that. I can't put my daughter through it too, for her to see him like that. . ." I winced at the thought.

"She has a right to know, Bella. She should have the choice to see him if she wants to, she will end up hating you when she finds out." Alice's face was determined, she had a point but I didn't want Emily to hurt like I do.

"She's a child Alice." I whispered.

"I'm going to tell her Bella, if you don't I will." She threatened.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me. She my niece and she has a right to see her father." With that Alice got up off the couch and stomped out of the room.

"Alice."

"I'm giving you until Monday, Bella. If she still doesn't know I'm telling her."

She gave me a final glare before walking out of the house and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I had five days to tell my daughter that I had lied to her all her life. That her father was still alive but didn't know who she was, that he even had a daughter for that matter. And I was the one that had to tell her this, I had visited him everyday for the past 5 ½ years. Spoken to him in hopes that he would hear my voice and wake up but had only been let down every time when I held his hand and it lay motionless in mine.

She was either going to hate me for lying to her or love me for giving her father back after taking him away, I was hoping it was going to be the second one because I don't think I could live without her too.

I know it's a bit scarce on details but it will all be explained in the next chapter. Review and tell me what you think, I just came up with it so don't know if it's really that good of a story line.

Laura

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