A/N: Hey everyone! This idea has been rolling around in my head since Spin Cycle ended. I thought I'd do one more Epi about Allison's wedding day. Let's see how Trooper Cullen deals with his baby girl becoming somebody's wife. All aboard!


All the decorations were up, the tables and chairs were set up just like Allison had asked for them to be. All there was to do now was wait. Wait for tomorrow evening when I would give my little girl to the man that she had fallen in love with. Part of me wanted to have him arrested for some made up bullshit charge. But the more rational part of me knew that Allison would never forgive me. Still, maybe a night in jail would…ugh. I really need to take a deep breath. Fathers did this shit everyday right? They walked their little girls down the aisle to some idiot and handed her right over huh? Ok, so that's not fair. Brandon isn't an idiot. He's a great kid with a bright future and my baby girl loves him. I chuckled when I thought back to the day Brandon asked me for my blessing in marrying my daughter.


"Edward, Brandon is here and asked to speak to you privately." My beautiful wife stood in the doorway of my home office looking every bit as sexy as the day she walked into the police department to apply for a job oh so many years ago.

"Hmmm, I wonder what that's about? Ok Sweetheart, send him in." I winked at her. As she turned to go I cursed slightly under my breath. Fuck she still did it to me.

"Don't think I didn't hear that Fuckhot. And just so you know, the feeling is still mutual." The little minx threw a wink back at me and swayed her hips just a tad more than usual. Great. Now this kid is gonna come in here and see me sportin' Trooper wood. Quickly I tried to think of old lady boobs, back hair, dead kittens. Phew…ok, crisis averted.

There was a slight knock on the door and then it opened to reveal a pale and sweaty Brandon McCullough, the bane of my existence for the past seven years.

"Mr. Cullen, I hope I'm not interrupting your work sir. I'd like a moment of your time if I could have it?"

"Sure son, come on in and have a seat." I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. Dammit, why wasn't I cleaning a gun? I had to stifle my giggle remembering the time I had taken Brandon target shooting. Poor kid pissed his pants. It was fabulous.

"Mr. Cullen, sir…" He stuttered.

"Brandon, I believe after dating my daughter so many years it's ok for you to call me Edward." There, I decided to play nice.

"Ok sir, Edward, sir. I came by today to…"he took a deep breath and seemed to square his shoulders and speak with a little more assurance. "I came by today to ask your permission to marry Allison. She everything I've ever wanted in a partner and wife. I promise you sir, I will take very good care of her and provide everything she could ever possibly want and need."

I knew that he was speaking, but truthfully he lost me after he said he wanted to marry Allison. Now, I'm not going to lie and say I never assumed they would get married. I knew from the day he showed up at my door to take her to her first dance when she was 16 years old that he would be around for a long time. They had dated all throughout the rest of high school and both attended the University of Texas at Austin. Brandon graduated early a couple years ago after doubling up on his classes and had entered the NFL draft where he was selected by the Seattle Seahawks. Allison hadn't yet finished college so they had been separated for the last year and a half while Brandon moved to Washington and Allison stayed here to finish up her degree in Education. Now with Allison freshly graduated from college and applying for jobs in the Washington area it seemed like the right time for them to make it official. My brain and my heart were at war. I knew I couldn't keep her forever. This was her time to spread her wings and fly. I just had to figure out how to let her go. This was the first step.

"Well Brandon, I can't say I haven't been expecting this. You have shown Bella and I over the years how much you truly care for our daughter. I'm proud of the man you have turned into and I know that you can and will take care of one of my most treasured possessions. So, yes. Bella and I would love for you to become a permanent part of our family. Congratulations son." I stood to walk around the desk and shook his hand. I could see the emotion in his eyes and I knew he was telling me the truth. He would always take care of my little girl.


I was sitting on the couch in the living room in complete darkness, nursing my third beer when I heard the lock on the front door turn and in walked my son. Masen was 18 and had been deemed the designated driver for the evening. Brandon's bachelor party had been in full swing all evening and it appeared that Masen had gotten everyone home and was just now making it in himself.

"Everyone get home safely?" I asked from my recliner.

"Shit Dad, I didn't know you were there." He jumped like a sissy girl and I couldn't let that pass without giving him hell over it.

"Damn boy, I swear. Are you sure you don't have a pussy?" I smirked as I turned on the lamp beside me.

"Funny dad. Real funny. I'm sure I don't have one of those. Besides, if I did, I'd never leave my room." He threw a pillow from the couch at me. Shaking my head at his antics, I caught it and threw it back at him, hitting him directly in the crotch.

"What are you doing up old man? Shouldn't you be asleep with your teeth in the jar beside the bed?" The little fucker always tried to bullshit me. He knew I could still kick his ass but I had to give him an A for effort. He was a Cullen through and through.

"Don't try me you little shit. I won't hesitate to beat your punk ass." He came to sit on the couch and looked over at me with a knowing look on his face.

"You having a hard time about the wedding?"

"What gave it away?" I finished my drink and sat up to put the bottle on the table.

"Well, you're in here in the dark, drinking and brooding." He smirked at me and I saw my own face in front of my eyes.

"Just wait until you have a daughter. You'll see then."

"It's gonna be fine Pops. She's not moving to Timbuktu for goodness sake. Go to bed you old fart." He stood up and slapped me on the back. "I love you Dad…get some sleep."

"Love you too Mase. Thanks for taking care of everyone tonight. Hey, how drunk did McCullough get? Anything I can use?" Yeah, I'm an asshole. My kid just shook his head and walked up the stairs to his room.

The next morning I woke up with my gorgeous wife wrapped around me. Bella had been asleep when I finally went to bed. I knew she'd be up soon because she and Allison were meeting all the bridesmaids at the salon at ten. It was a little after eight now.

"Sweetheart, are you awake?" I asked as I began to trail my hand around to cup her ass. Bella was naked. Damn I loved my wife. In all the years we had been married, the passion I felt for this woman never died. She could still get me painfully hard by simply moving around a room.

"Mmm I am now Fuckhot. Keep rubbing my ass like that and I may just straddle you and check out your nine." She winked at me as she threw her leg over me. Naturally my cock was hard.

"You know baby, we don't have much time. So if you intend to inspect my weapon, you need to get on with it." Never one to have to be told twice, Bella did exactly what she threatened and straddled me, sliding down onto my cock with a practiced perfection.

When we were both sated and happy, Bella got up to shower and I headed downstairs to get some breakfast going. When I entered the kitchen I found Allison at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. I watched her for a moment, still seeing the little girl that used to run to the door and leap into my arms when I came home from work. She was looking into her coffee cup and sitting still as a statue.

"Morning baby girl. Did you get any sleep last night?" I asked as I walked over and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She smiled up at me and wrapped her arms around my waist hugging me.

"A little I guess. I'm nervous Daddy."

"About getting married?" I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table beside her. When I reached out for her hand, she gave it to me immediately.

"That and about being a wife. What if I'm a complete failure?" She looked at me with tears in her eyes and it was nearly my undoing.

"Allison Grace Cullen, why on earth would you think that? Sweetheart I have watched you grow into such a beautiful woman. You're caring, generous, accommodating almost to a fault, and I know how much Brandon loves you. You could never be a failure, especially in his eyes. Besides, I may be a little biased but you have had the perfect role model all your life. Your mother is hands down the best wife, mother, human being….I could go on and on. And guess what, you are just like her."

"I love you Daddy. I know how hard this wedding has been for you. I want you to know that you aren't losing me. I'll always be your baby girl." She came over and perched herself on my lap like she had done a hundred times before. Even as a grown woman she still found a way to make me feel like the most important man in her life. I leaned in and nuzzled her nose with my own.

"I love you too Al. Now, you need to march up those stairs and collect your gorgeous mother and get to the salon. I need to know my money isn't going to waste!" She hugged me once more and was up the stairs in a flash.

I spent the rest of the day doing odd jobs around the house. There had been people coming and going all day, setting up for the wedding. Our backyard looked like the wedding fairy had thrown up all over it. The wedding was set to begin at six in the evening. It was now a little past three and I decided to head upstairs to shower and shave so I would be well out of the way once the women folk showed up to get dressed.

I was upstairs in the shower letting the hot water cascade down my back and enjoying how it felt against my fifty three year old body when I heard the bathroom door open. I could just make out Bella's silhouette through the etched glass shower door.

"Well look what we have here. I come home and my Trooper Fuckhot is naked and wet. Damn the possibilities are endless."

"Oh come on Sweetheart, you can't possibly still be excited by my sagging ass and gray hair." I was teasing her and she knew it. Bella and I worked out daily and both of us were in excellent shape for our ages. Always one to call me on my bullshit, she didn't let me down.

"Really Cullen? You know very well that you don't look anywhere near your age. You look like you are at the most forty years old. And the only gray hair you have is around your temples. You just want me to stroke your ego." Busted.

"Oh, if I wanted you to stroke something Darlin' it wouldn't be my ego." I turned the water off and opened the shower door widely. I waited before I grabbed my towel and tied it low around my hips. Bella's gaze never left my cock.

"You better holster that weapon Trooper. It's dangerous." She walked over to me and kissed me deeply. Sadly she pulled away because we didn't have enough time to take this any farther. Bella walked back into our bedroom and began to get dressed for the wedding.

"Remind me to fix this shower molding tomorrow. It's coming off again." Before the words left my mouth, I knew I shouldn't have said them.

"Um, well why don't you let me take care of that one Trooper. We all remember what happened the last time you handled the super glue." Ugh, how could I forget?

I knocked on the door to Allison's bedroom. She had sent Bella downstairs to get me as it was almost time for the wedding to begin. I heard her soft voice telling me to come in. When I reached out for the door knob, my hand was shaking. This was it.

I opened the door and the breath left my body completely. The stunning woman in front of me looking in the mirror, wearing a beautiful wedding gown was simply awe inspiring. Her bronze curls cascading gently down her back were visible under the sheer of her veil. The dress looked amazing on her and fit her perfectly. It was fitted all the way down her body and flowed out around her feet like a pool of white satin. She turned toward me and smiled widely, her chocolate eyes dancing. She looked so much like her mother had looked on our wedding day so many years ago in Las Vegas it was uncanny.

Unable to form a coherent sentence I smiled at my baby girl. She reached her hands out to me and when I finally regained my ability to speak and move, I wrapped her in a tight embrace.

"Allison Grace, you look….honey, words escape me. I don't think I've ever seen you look so beautiful."

"Thank you Daddy. You clean up pretty good too. You know, all my friends always had crushes on you growing up. You're still so handsome." I chuckled at her candid words.

"So are you ready for this? Because if you aren't, I can get a car here in a matter of minutes and whisk you out of here to Sweden or somewhere like that. You just say the word." If she only knew how serious I was it might be bad.

"No Daddy, I don't want to run. I love Brandon Daddy. I want to spend my life with him." Well when she put it like that I felt like an asshole. Gotta let go Cullen.

"You make Brandon McCullough take very good care of you. And if he doesn't, you let me know." I squeezed her hand and brought it to my mouth to kiss it.

"He'll make me the happiest woman in the world, he'll take care of me, and I'll take care of him. I promise Daddy."

"I love you Ally Grace. You will always be my little girl. The day you were born, I finally understood what unconditional love was. You and Masen and your Mama are my entire world. I hope you know that."

"God Daddy, don't make me cry. Aunt Alice will kill me if I smudge my makeup." Bella's voice interrupted us as she told us it was time.

"Ready kiddo?"

"Ready Trooper Daddy. Let's do this shit."


I was escorted to my seat and the weight of today finally hit me. I was the mother of the bride. Edward and I were so happy for Allison and Brandon. We always wanted our daughter to find her perfect match. It had been clear several years ago that she had done just that.

I was brought out of my inner ramblings by the music announcing the bride. As I looked toward the back door of our home, Masen gently reached for my hand and squeezed it. He had escorted me down the aisle and was sitting beside me. I smiled at my green eyed mini Edward and squeezed his hand back. Finally, Edward and Allison stepped through the doors and I lost my battle with the tears I had been holding back all day. They both looked amazing. Allison was the most beautiful bride I had ever seen and Edward in a tuxedo, well, need I say more? It didn't escape me that he was looking at Allison like he had never really seen her before. I could feel the love radiating off him in waves.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" The pastor asked.

Edward spoke loud and proud. "Her mother and I do." With that, he kissed Allison gently through her veil and placed her hand in Brandon's. After touching Brandon on the back he made his way to his seat and wrapped his arm around me. When he looked down at me, his eyes were brimming with tears and I understood. Edward Cullen had just let her go.


The reception was in full swing. My daughter was now Mrs. Brandon McCullough. The band was amazing. Alice and Jasper had paid for them to play tonight as their wedding present to the bride and groom. Bella and I were sitting at the head table when I noticed Brandon had walked up on stage and had the microphone in his hand. I looked over at my daughter and she shrugged her shoulders, feeling just as lost as I was.

"If I could have everyone's attention please, I'd like to say something. First, thank you all for being here to share this special day with Allison and I. Thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Cullen for this beautiful wedding and opening their home to all of us. You know, the first time I met Edward Cullen, I was seventeen years old and I was coming over to take Allison to a school dance. He met me at the door with his full State Trooper's uniform on, gun and gun belt included. To say I was scared was an understatement. We talked, he asked what my intentions were with his daughter and then he left me for a moment. I walked around and looked at the pictures of Allison and Masen everywhere on the mantle and the walls. One in particular caught my eye. It was a picture from Halloween. Allison was about three years old and dressed like Cinderella. Bella had taken the picture as Edward and Allison were about to walk out the front door. Al was looking up at her Daddy and Edward was looking down at her with such love. That picture inspired me. Edward had given me his permission to date his daughter, and later to marry her. Today he entrusted me with her care for the rest of her life. What could I possibly give him back that would mean anywhere near as much as what he had given me? Well, it may not even come close, but I'm going to try. Sweetheart, please grab your Daddy and come out here to the dance floor for the Father Daughter dance. Everyone, if you'll indulge me this moment, I'd like to share a special song with you that I wrote especially for Edward and Allison. It's called Stealing Cinderella. I hope you like it."

I came to see her daddy

For a sit down man to man

It wasn't any secret

I'd be asking for her hand

I guess that's why he left me waiting

In the living room by myself

With at least a dozen pictures of her

Sitting on a shelf

She was playing Cinderella

She was riding her first bike

Bouncing on the bed

And looking for a pillow fight

Running through the sprinkler

With a big Popsicle grin

Dancing with her daddy

Looking up at him

In her eyes I'm Prince Charming

But to him I'm just some fella

Riding in and stealing Cinderella

I leaned in towards those pictures

To get a better look at one

When I heard a voice behind me say

"Now, ain't she something, son?"

I said, "Yes, she's quite a woman"

And he just stared at me

Then I realized that in his eyes

She would always be

Playing Cinderella

Riding her first bike

Bouncing on the bed

And looking for a pillow fight

Running through the sprinkler

With a big Popsicle grin

Dancing with her daddy

Looking up at him

In her eyes I'm Prince Charming

But to him I'm just some fella

Riding in and stealing Cinderella

Oh he slapped me on the shoulder

Then he called her in the room

When she threw her arms around him

That's when I could see it too

She was playing Cinderella

Riding her first bike

Bouncing on the bed

And looking for a pillow fight

Running through the sprinklers

With a big Popsicle grin

Dancing with her daddy

Looking up at him

If he gives me a hard time

I can't blame the fella

I'm the one who's stealing Cinderella

Ok, I'll admit my heart was in my throat during that entire song. Allison's tears were flowing down her face as she buried it in my shoulder. I held her as close to my heart as I could and when I couldn't hold my own tears at bay any longer she reached up and wiped them for me.

"I love you Daddy. Thank you for being everything I ever needed."

"I love you too Cinderella." She smiled at me just as her mother and Brandon walked up to us.

"Brandon, son, I don't know what to say. Thank you for the beautiful song. I know you'll take good care of my girl." I offered my hand to my son-in-law and he took it firmly. Bella cut in between us.

"If all of you are done being mushy, I'd like to dance with Trooper Cullen. Mr. and Mrs. McCullough, I believe you have a flight to catch." She winked at Allison.

"Yes Mom, we do. Thank you so much, both of you. We love you very much."

Many hours later, Bella and I crawled into bed absolutely exhausted. Masen was spending the night at his girlfriend's house. Yeah, yeah, I know. We already knew they were having sex and while we didn't really like the idea we prepared Masen as much as we could and provided the protection he needed. He had been with Gianna for the past three years and they were good for each other.

"So Trooper Fuckhot, one down and one to go huh?" Bella looked up at me from the crook of my elbow.

"It would appear so Mrs. Fuckhot. Unless….." I wiggled my eyebrows at her suggestively.

"Oh no Trooper. Absolutely no more Spin Cycles for you. That ship has sailed."

"You know, I happen to know that there is a laundry basket full of dirty clothes in the laundry room and a big empty house at our disposal. What do you say Bell? One more time for old time's sake?" I reached down and cupped her sex in my hand and heard her breathing hitch.

"I'll race you there."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this epi. I had been throwing around the idea for a long time and decided to finally take a stab at it. Trooper Fuckhot finally let his baby go and I am proud of him! Nice to see he and Bella have never lost their spark! The song Brandon sang is indeed called Stealing Cinderella and it belongs to Chuck Wicks. Thank you all again for making this my best story to date. I appreciate everyone still following it! God bless! –Shannon (Cullensweetheart)