“How did you and Renée meet? Why did you decide to get married so young?” I asked him, genuinely curious at his answer. Bella seemed to clue in.

“Yeah, I've never heard the story. I'm sure it's fantastic. I mean you guys were high school sweethearts and all.” She said smiling enthusiastically.

Charlie sighed, “Fine, fine, I'll tell you. I usually don't like to talk about this, but I mean it's about your mother, too, so I guess you kinda deserve to know.” He sighed again before starting his story.

His memories of Renée were so vivid, it was like watching it happen before my eyes while he told the story.

He started slowly, “The first time I saw her was at a football game. She was one of the freshmen cheerleaders. She wasn't one for long, she always got bored of things, but she was a cheerleader for one of the only football games I went to. I saw her, and when our eyes met, it was an instant connection. I felt my grin spread the same as hers did. I, of course, immediately blushed in embarrassment of being caught, but she seemed overjoyed and ran over to me during halftime.” He paused for a moment, replaying the memory in his mind, with a slight grin.

“I remember she just walked right up to me and introduced herself. 'Hi, I'm Renée. What's your name?' I remember trying to remember what my name was, I was so intoxicated by her beautiful, brown eyes. I finally managed to tell her my name and asked if I could see her outside of school. She agreed and I was so excited, yet completely frightened. I was sure I'd make a fool out of myself, but being around her made me feel so happy, like it didn't matter if I was being a fool, because she liked it anyways, she liked me anyways.”

I smiled at the thought. It was just like Bella and I. I still couldn't believe that she had picked me, let alone actually agreed to marry me. She really wanted to spend eternity with me, and I, with her. He continued his story, which I happily listened to, seeing the resemblance their human love had to Bella and my love.