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    Butterfly Kisses

     

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    : Butterfly Kisses
    Rating: T
    Summary: "It's a father's right," Charlie explained to me, a smile dancing on his lips. "To steal his baby girl away from the groom … for just one dance." – Edward watches Renesmee on her wedding day.

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    Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I also don't own the song Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle. Thanks a million to my beta, CrystalRaindrop!

    — Butterfly Kisses —

    ( Edward POV )

    There's two things I know for sure,
    She was sent here from heaven, and she's Daddy's little girl.
    As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
    She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes.
    And I thank God for all of the joy in my life, oh but most of all
    …

    "Don't even say it," I growl, and Charlie laughs deeply. His eyes twinkle with amusement as I cross my arms over my chest and glare at the floor.

    "You know," he starts, and he leans up against the wall beside me. "Even I took this day better than you are. At least I walked Bella down the aisle with a smile."

    "Shut up," I growl again, and I try to fight the anger that is rising with me. It isn't Charlie's fault that I'm such a grouch today. It isn't even Renesmee's fault. No. It's that dog's fault. It's his fault that, today, I'm losing my baby girl. My miracle. The daughter I was so sure I'd never … never have.

    "Go to her," Charlie prods gently, and I sigh, and stand from my spot by the wall.

    "Fine," I relent, and I shove my hands into the pockets of the suit that I didn't even want to be wearing.

    I walk slowly through the halls of the house, trying to keep my eyes from the decorations — white, beautiful, pure … just like my baby girl — that Alice has splashed everywhere. I keep my eyes down, not noticing anything.

    For butterfly kisses, after bedtime prayer
    Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair.
    Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride,
    I know the cake looks funny Daddy, but I sure tried.
    Oh with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right …
    To deserve a hug every morning, and butterfly kisses at night
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