Folktale

Chapter 25

Bella's P.O.V 

Christmas Day... 

Shortly after Grandma Swan died, my grandfather moved to Portland. They planned to move there when my grandfather retired and settle there for the rest of their days, but grandma died before they could. Grandpa stuck to their plan and moved there, only coming back home for the holidays. And as holiday tradition, Dad and I drove down to the airport to pick him up. I was a little nervous about this holiday. The last time Grandpa came to visit was shortly before I went to the beach and found Edward, and I was still with Jacob. Now, not only did Jacob and I break up, but we'll be celebrating with my new boyfriend's family. 

Charlie has taken quite a liking to the Cullens and Edward, so much so that he invited them to spend Christmas day with us. 

"Dear lord," Grandpa mused at me as the stewardess rolled him out in a while chair. "If it isn't my favorite granddaughter. You're looking more beautiful every time I see you." 

I roll my eyes, feeling the blush creep up on my cheeks. "Grandpa, I'm your only granddaughter, but I'll still take the compliment." I lean down and kiss him on the cheek. Charlie thanks the stewardess and leans down to kiss grandpa on the head. "How was your flight?" I ask as I rolled him out of the airport. 

"Oh, it was fine, my darling. But enough about me, tell me, what's this I hear about you and Jacob being broken up?" 

"Oh, uh-" fuck, I wasn't counting on giving explanations this early in his visit. 

"Dad, at least wait until we're on the road," Charlie said. 

"Well, I'm sure whatever went wrong between the two, they can work it out," Grandpa insisted. 

"The heart wants what it wants, Pops," Charlie said as he popped open the trunk of the cruiser and lifted grandpa's luggage in it. "And there is nothing you can do to change that. Just wait until you meet the boy, you'll like him." 

And like him he did. I don't know what it is about Edward, maybe his mannerism had my grandfather eating out of the palm of his hand minutes after they met. He knew exactly what to say, how to behave and how to keep the conversation going. The men settled at the kitchen table, talking sports as Esme, Edward and I brought the food to the table. Dad and Carlisle were laughing at something my grandfather said when I walked in with the turkey. 

I leaned over the table and set the turkey down when my grandpa catches sight of my locket dangling from my neck. 

"What is that?" He asked, taking my locket between his fingers. 

"Oh, it's a locket. Edward gave it to me as a gift," I tell him with a smile. "It's pretty, isn't it?" 

Grandpa twirled the locket between his fingers, studying the crest on it. Just then, Edward walked in with Esme with the rest of the food. 

"Say, young man, where did you get that necklace?" Grandpa asked him as we settled on the table. 

Edward took a seat beside me. "I found it between some old jewelry I found in the attic at Carlisle's estate. It must belong to the old family that owned it."

"There are some lovely treasures up there," Carlisle said as he helped Esme server her plate. "Edward loves to spend time there."

"How odd." Grandpa bit his lower lip, his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes locked on my locket. "I wonder how it got there, that's the Swan crest. Why would it be in another estate?" 

Edward's body tensed, just as I looked down at my locket. "Really? We have a family crest?" 

Grandpa reaches down his shirt and pulls out his golden chain that holds grandma's wedding ring. He takes it off and hands me the ring and it is indeed the same crest as the one in my locket. That's so amazing. I show Edward immediately.