Disclaimer- The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, not me!

A/N- Yes, I put it back up. Because I'm a big pussy. Warning: this is not wussperv safe. This was my first fanfic back in 2007, and it's still kind of rough. I'd like to edit it, but then again, I'm afraid I'd lose something if I did too much.


BPOV

"Dad?" I asked, entering the house, holding a bag full of groceries.

"Hi, Bells!" Charlie yelled. He was in front of the TV, again.

"Hi," I said, dropping my keys on the kitchen counter, setting down the groceries. "I'm making lunch."

"Aw, honey, you don't have to," he said.

"But, I want to," I said.

"How's that roommate of yours, Alice?"

"She's great," I said. "She's getting pretty serious with Jasper. They both say hi."

"Good!" he cried. I got out the saucepan to brown the ground beef.

"Yes, they're talking about moving in together," I said. "Maybe more."

"Does that mean you'll be looking for a new roommate?" he asked.

"Eventually," I said.

"If you ever need help-"

"Dad, forget it," I said. "I'm not taking another cent from you." Medical insurance was horrible enough- even Charlie had a hard time getting it, now.

"Honey," he said. I heard him stand up. I rubbed the lump on my forearm. Charlie's hand found my shoulder.

Years had passed. Years. And I was still a brimming mess, living in it.

"Bella, you're my daughter. You should have come here the day Renée died," he said. "I should have demanded it."

"It's the past," I said.

"Bella, it's not the past," he said. "I feel as much responsible as anybody else. I love you. I'm sorry about what happened. I don't think I can say it enough, honey." His arms enveloped me.