If you asked Charlie five years ago if he would've started dating again, and get remarried, he would've said no, but now, he was happily married to you.

Despite you being twenty eight, and him forty four, you both loved each other dearly, and you had recently found out you was pregnant, and was roughly just over month or so along.

Shortly after finding out you was pregnant, Charlie got a call from his ex-wife, Renee, to see of Bella could move in with him for a while so she could travel with her new husband, he said yes. He was happy with the prospect of his seventeen year old daughter moving in. You had met her once, when she was twelve, which until now was the last time she had visited.

In the week before Bella's arrival, Charlie had been making sure everything was ready for her, like her bedroom, clearing some shelves in the houses only bathroom for her, he had done all this while making sure you didn't lift a finger.

Finally the day came, when Bella was supposed to arrive, so Charlie had gone to the airport to pick her up and bring her home, and soon enough your husband was walking through the door, helping Bella with her bags, setting them down by the door.

"Hi, how're you feeling?" Charlie asked, his voice slightly gruff, as he walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple, and wrapping his arms around you. You was two months pregnant now, and to him you was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, he thought you was glowing.