He stroked my hair. "I like that you have that."

I kissed the side of his hand. "What else do you want to know?" I asked curiously and he hesitated like I would be offended. "Go ahead."

"Tell me about your father…" He spoke softly and I tensed.

I didn't know where to begin on that subject since I didn't know him that well. Actually that was a lie, I knew him just not as well as most daughters would know their fathers.

"You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

I nodded. "No it's fine, about time really I talked about it." I sighed and took in a deep breath. "He was around until I was 13…so I have those memories of a happy family from when I was younger. From then on it was a phone call every now and then and occasional visits. I don't want to say it's my fault he left because I know that isn't true, but like any child they always feel like the cause of any parent leaving is them. When he found out Jake was gay around that time he tried to force me to stay away from him."

I smiled at the faint growl Edward let out behind me. He was adorable.

"Of course you know me being stubborn and all I wasn't having that. He wasn't going to keep me from my best friend. My mom was on my side with this, but he went on and on constantly about how wrong it was and how fucked up I was to support it. Like I was encouraging him to be that way. I told him I wanted Jacob to be happy and if that was his choice I would stand behind him all the way. It wasn't hurting me or anyone else so I didn't see the problem. Now before we go blaming Jake's choice to drive my father crazy that isn't true either. Charlie had problems before then with losing his temper anyways. My mom was usually the shield between her and I to protect me from ever seeing that side of him. She was a brave strong person…" I choked up a little talking about her and tried to calm myself to continue.