Dancing with Cinderella
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Dancing with Cinderella
I’m sitting at the table with my wife, Sue, sitting on my lap. While we are talking to Carlisle, Esme, and Billy, we are interrupted by a loud thumping sound.
“May I have your attention please?” Emmett bellows into the microphone. All eyes in the crowd turn to the center of the floor, wondering just what he has to say.
“Where’s the bride?” Emmett looks around and spots Bella talking with her bridesmaids. “There she is. Bella, will you please join Charlie on the dance floor? It’s time for the Father/Daughter dance? Hey, look at that, she really is a blushing bride.”
With the attention we are both getting, I start to blush as well. Emmett sees this and opens his mouth, “Looks like we have a blushing Father-of-the-Bride, too. How sweet is that?” I look up at Emmett and say in my best professional Chief of Police voice, “Emmett?”
He smirks and replies, “What’s up, Chief?”
“I have a gun and a shovel.” I chuckle as I watch Emmett run and try to hide behind Rosalie.
Bella and I approach each other from opposite sides of the room to meet in the middle. I can’t help but smile at my beautiful daughter. She gives me a hug before I take her right hand in my left, place my right hand on her waist, and she places her left hand on my shoulder.
As the music starts, Bella has a puzzled look on her face because this isn’t the song she selected for this dance. Before she can say anything, I tell her, “I asked the DJ to play this song because it reminds me of you. Just listen to the words.” She gives me a nod and I see that she is listening intently. We start to sway back and forth and smile at each other. It warms my heart to know that she has never shared with anyone that she actually knows how to dance. Since neither Bella nor I are very graceful, we liked to help each other out, and dancing was the only way we knew how.
She spins and she sways to whatever song plays without a care in the world. And I’m sitting here wearin’ the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It’s been a long day and there’s still work to do, she’s pullin’ at me and says “Dad, I need you. There’s a ball at the castle and I’ve been invited and I need to practice my dancin’. Oh please, Daddy, please.
As the song plays, Bella’s smile grows, spreading across her beautiful face. I think back to our first dance. It was on the day she was born. Being new parents, Renee and I didn’t exactly know what to do with our screaming newborn. I picked Isabella up, hummed a song, and began to dance with her. The next thing I knew, she was sound asleep. During the next few weeks of her life, whenever she would wake at night, I would change her, give her a bottle, and then we would dance until she fell asleep. When Bella was a toddler, she would stand on the top of my feet and we would dance all around the living room and kitchen. Those were some of the best times of my life. I loved coming home and having Bella run to me, ready to dance. Somehow, it made the exhaustion of the day just melt away.
So I’ll dance with Cinderella, while she is here in my arms. Cause I know, something the prince never knew. Oh I will dance with Cinderella; I don’t wanna miss even one song. Cause all too soon, the clock will strike midnight and she’ll be gone.
I know how true that part of the song about her being gone really was. Renee took Bella away from me when she was only a few years old. I had come home late one night from work. I was hoping to be able to dance with my little princess before she had to go to bed. As soon as I entered the house, I knew something was wrong. Renee was nowhere to be found. She had taken Bella and left me, leaving a note reading, 'I can’t do this anymore.' I missed Bella growing up and all the chances that we lost to dance together. Each time Bella would visit me during the summer, I would hope that we could pick up where we left off and start dancing together again, but unfortunately, she had no interest.
She says he’s a nice guy and I’d be impressed. She wants to know if I approve of the dress. She says, Dad, the prom is just one week away and I need to practice my dancing. Oh please, Daddy, please.
I feel Bella’s shoulders shake and she lets out a very unladylike snort. I laugh and ask her what she’s thinking. While narrowing her eyes at Alice, she says, “Unlike the song, you didn’t get to dance with me before the prom, since I was basically kidnapped and tortured by Alice and then taken there against my will. I’m just glad that you were still awake when I came home and you danced with me.” I had heard the story from her that night. Even though she had a good time, she still complained about what Alice did to her. I did approve of her dress that night; she was beautiful even if I thought the dress was a bit much for her. I certainly wasn’t impressed with Edward; I always had a bad feeling about him. That boy also turned out not to be such a nice guy. Later that same year of the prom, just days after her birthday, he left her, breaking her heart.
So I’ll dance with Cinderella while she is here in my arms. Cause I know, something the prince never knew. Oh I will dance with Cinderella; I don’t wanna miss even one song. Cause all too soon, the clock will strike midnight and she’ll be gone. She will be gone.
And again, she was gone. Not physically, but mentally. It took Bella months to recover from Edward leaving her. The more I thought about it, I decided it wasn’t just the pain of losing Edward, but losing his entire family. Bella loved them all fiercely. She enjoyed having brothers and sisters and a mother-figure, which was something that she never had. I hated to admit it, but I think she also liked having Carlisle as a second father. I can’t help but to be a little jealous of the bond that they share. After a while of isolating herself from everyone, Bella renewed her friendship with Jacob. He helped to heal her and I’ll be forever in his debt for putting the spark back in her eyes. One of the best days ever was the day I came home from work and Bella asked if I would like to dance with her. It was also that day that she started calling me Daddy again, instead of Charlie. She will never know how much it meant to me to dance with her again. Shortly after graduation, the Cullens came back into Bella’s life. She took them all back with open arms and forgave them without a second thought to their leaving her. Two years have passed since that time, bringing us to this moment and this dance.
Well she came home today, with a ring on her hand, just glowing and telling all they had planned. She says Dad, the wedding’s still six months away, But I need to practice my dancing. Oh, please, Daddy, please.
With that line of the song, Bella locks eyes with her husband and whispers, “I love you.” He winks at her and whispers back his love for her. I had already known about the engagement. He had done the proper thing and asked me for her hand. I gave my approval without hesitation. How could I deny him? He brought her so much happiness and joy and I knew he would love her for eternity. He is a good and loyal man and I don’t think that I could have picked anyone better.
So I’ll dance with Cinderella while she is here in my arms. Cause I know something, the prince never knew. Oh I will dance with Cinderella; I don’t wanna miss even one song. Cause all too soon, the clock will strike midnight.
With a heavy heart, I look down at my princess, kiss her on the forehead, and twirl her into the waiting arms of her prince. As I watch, he caresses Bella’s cheek and kisses her softly. He then looks up to me and whispers, “Thank you.” With a tear in my eye, I reply, “Take care of her, Jasper.”
“She’ll….. be……. gone.”
A/N Song is Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman
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That was perfect for Bella & Charlie. So sweet and perfect.
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What a sweet one-shot.It was so emotional and everything a father would think as he danced with his little girl on her wedding day.
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