Disclaimer - All Characters and Copyrights belong to Stephanie Meyers. Just borrowing for the ride.

Chapter 1 - What just happened...

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I always prided myself with being on top of my game, but to find out I was totally clueless... Well that was the thought that stood out clearest in my mind. But I would be damned if after all these years apart, that I would lose her again so easily. I take full responsibility for my own selfish behavior. As much as I loved having Bella home again, I truly was a pathetic father figure. I thought I was being understandable and cool by giving her space. As much as I still loved my ex, it couldn't have been easy living and being Renee's guardian all these years. We all knew who acted more like the parent in their relationship. But maybe, by not getting over my own hang ups with being touchy-feely, that just forced her into a deeper isolation. I know Bells was a lot like me, she wasn't fond of a lot of attention, or showing her emotions not general. But that is where I made my biggest mistake, I practically opened the door for those Cullens to jump right in and steal her away from me, from us all. Just cause she didn't shower the world with exposing all her desires, fears and feelings, doesn't mean she didn't have them, or need to feel loved. I don't know if what I was planning would work out in the end, and I may do more damage than good, but I was not losing my daughter again! Especially to this fake family.

When I accidentally discovered what Jake was, well to say I was shocked couldn't even begin to cover it. Bella was at the Cullen's house as usual, and I was heading over to Billy's in my cruiser. I still can't believe that my little girl was getting married to that S.O.B. I never did like that Mr. Know-it-all. Whenever she was with him, it's like the Bella we all knew and loved disappeared, only to be replaced by this mousy version that caved to all of his demands. It's like her opinions didn't even matter. He never let her hang out with her other friends from Forks, or the Rez, because she wasn't safe out of his sight. She couldn't even make a decision on what she should wear for the day, without one of them normally putting their opinions in. And if they think I didn't know about their little late night sleepovers, well they must think I am an idiot. I just don't know how I could never catch the little controlling freak in the act of being in her room though. He must have some kind of weird radar. Ever since she first crossed that family's path, I can't begin to count how many times she has been hurt or displayed irresponsible behavior. And these events always seem to link back to him, and his family. Sometimes he would look at me and I swear he knew what I was thinking, but other times, it's like he would totally miss the target and would say the exact opposite of how I felt, and all I could think was, "this boy's an idiot", who could fall for this little act of his. There definitely was something shady about this family. And now there is this shotgun wedding. What was the rush? Would he still not be there after they graduated from college? If that was the fear, then why commit to something you are afraid to loose? Well let's just say, that whatever kind opinions I had for the rest of the family began to fly out the window over this idiot's latest move with this wedding. They were trying to mold my daughter into some kind of Stepford Wife. Just another fake persona that made up the dynamics of that family, and just plain creepy overall.

Anyway, I was bending over to pick up that ridiculous wedding invitation as it had slipped out of my hands, when I was suddenly forced to slam on my breaks as I was pulling into Billy's driveway. Running out of the house was Jacob, and before I could wave, he leaped in the air and transformed into the largest freaking dog I have ever seen. Jake landed in front of the cruiser, and was standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Billy came rolling out of the house calling after Jake with the wedding invitation in his hand as well. When he saw me there, his eyes opened wide with shock as well. However, I could tell it was not because of what Jake had just done. No it was because I had been there to witness this seemingly everyday occurrence. And then something clicked in my mind, the stories and legends. THEY'RE TRUE! I have been listening to these stories half my life, thanks to my association with Billy, Harry and my other Quileute friends. But to discover they were all true, took the wind right out of my sails. I took a deep breath, then I got out of the car, pulled my gun out, and pointed it at the same boy I thought of as a son, and stated, "Jake, is there something you want to tell me?"