"Bella, can we have a word with you please?" asked Sharon. I was pleased she was so nice; if I had to live with her, it was good I liked her. I slid off Edward's lap and went into the kitchen.

"Now Bella. As long I'm going to be living with you, there are some things I would like you to do?"

"What kind of things?" I asked, uncertainly.

"Just a few simple rules I'd appreciate it if you could follow"

"Okay…shoot."

"Firstly, I want a respectful tone of voice when talking to me or your father."

"Umm…but I always talk like this. Don't I, Charlie?" she carried on as if I hadn't spoken

"Second and this relates nicely to the first, he's not your friend, he's your dad and should be treated like one. You can call him father or dad, or even papa. But not Charlie"

"Okay…" I trailed off, uneasily.

"Now…I understand that you will try to be respectful to us but respectful also includes language. No swearing. In addition, that includes Damnit. Okay?" She said, trying to act sweet.

"Yep." I said, not really caring. I hardly ever cussed around Charlie anyway.

"Fourth rule. You are never to be alone with that boy and you are not to touch him" I shot up.

"Edward is my damn fiancée! Does no one get that? We're going to be married! And you're saying I can't be alone with him and I can't touch him?! You're unbelievable!" I said, losing it a little.

"Language, Isabella." She said, smugly.

"But…but…Dad!" I shrieked.

"I'm sorry Bella, but you are only eighteen. Now, you know everyone assumes you're pregnant? Well, we don't want you becoming pregnant until after you've been married for a while." He said, giving me an apologetic look.

"Edward wouldn't do that to me." I muttered.

"Well, whether or not you are engaged, you are not married yet and therefore, shall not touch each other yet. Not under this roof." Sharon sniffed.

"Bella, come on. Their acceptable rules, it's not like we're making you do anything extreme." Charlie said, almost pleading.

"Fine! I'll do them." I smiled secretly to myself. At least they couldn't stop Edward from climbing in through my window at night. I marched out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa. Edward moved to sit next to me.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, worriedly.

"You didn't hear that?" I asked, widening my eyes. Where was my eavesdropping vampire fiancé?

"Yes, but…we have eternity remember." He whispered in my ear.

"Can we go to your house?" I asked, putting my hand in his. Sharon came into the room.

"Now, Bella. You know holding hands is against the rules." I sighed and took my hand from his. "I'm glad to see at least one of you has a sense of responsibility" Sharon said. How could she even see with her nose way up in the air like that?

"Well, Bella's always been the wild child. Ever since, I've known her. Haven't you heard about the motorbike? And the cliff diving?" Edward asked. Oh, so not helping!

"No. what do you mean?" She asked, suspiciously.

"A while ago Bella was into extreme sports. She got a motorbike, went cliff diving. But that's all over now. I'm not allowing her to do anything reckless." Great, now I have three keepers. Am I allowed to go the bathroom by myself?

"Good on you." Sharon said, impressed. Yeah, real impressive. I know, I'll grow my hair long and dangle it out the tower there going to lock me in next, and have my prince rescue me. But its obvious I need to find a new prince, considering Edward is not helping one bit!

"I was wondering? Could Bella possibly come over to my house for an hour? My parents will be home the entire time and my siblings will be there. I promise." Edward said, giving her his crooked smirk.

"Okay." Charlie said, not really listening, as he plopped down on the couch.

"Charles. It's a school night. I really think Isaella should go to bed." Sharon said, acting worried.

"It's not even nine o'clock." Charlie said, confused as I was.

"Yes, but she appears to be exhausted. Look at those dark circles under her eyes. I think she needs an early night. Maybe tomorrow Edward." She said, sickly sweet.

"Okay. Goodnight, love." He said, kissing me quickly when Sharon glanced away.

"Wait, you're not going yet are you?" I asked, almost terrified at the thought. He was going to leave me alone with this woman after all his not so great help!?

"Well, you need an early night." He chuckled, amused.

"Isabella, off you go." Sharon said, shooing me away. Jesus, I haven't been to bed at eight thirty since I was six years old.

I smiled sweetly and headed upstairs (scowling as soon as she couldn't see me). I was ready soon and in my room. It was ages before Charlie and Sharon went to sleep. Then Edward finally turned up. Before I expressed how happy I was to see him, I smacked his arm, not thinking about my poor hand. I then proceeded to chew him out for just letting my die down there earlier. After my little tirade, I curled up next to him and fell asleep, thinking about what a bitch Charlie's 'girlfriend' was.