Here is a wee Outtake. Not much but a bit of a glimpse of Charlie and what happened with Renee. No promises but I might have a few more outtakes for this story in the future. Mainly Emmett and Rose.

A Glimpse into the world of Chief Charlie "Pops" Swan:

They were three months old when Renee took off the first time. My Mom, Marie, moved in to help out. I was just a patrol office back then, odd hours and low pay. Renee didn't see a future with me, and said she would call when settled to work out arrangements to see the kids.

On their second birthday she showed up all smiles and presents. She claimed she had been suffering from post-partum depression and had to take time to heal so she didn't hurt the kids any more than she had already had. The fool I was believed her. For five months she played happy family with us. We talked about reconciling. A week later she was gone, and so was my Grandfather's coin collection valued around ten thousand dollars.

She thought I would let it go. She messed with the wrong man and his kids. Renee did two years for theft.

We haven't seen or heard from her again. But I always know where she is, and if she seems like she might be wanting to reach out to my babies again, I shut that shit down fast. Woman is terrified that if her new family oriented rich husband finds out all the things she did to her own kids, he might not want her around. And she wasn't about to let that rich sucker go.

Renee is all about Renee.

Though my children were twins, they were very different. Emmett was focused on sports, and he was obsessed with how things were built even from a young age. Bella on the other hand was focused on making sure all of her family and loved ones were taken care of. She was a nurturer from a young age. She was also a smart ass from a young age too.

When she was seven, she decided that Dad was to ordinary a name for me and decided I needed to stand out since I was both Mom and Dad. I was the dubbed Pops. Emmett though the older and larger was not the dominate among my twins, quickly followed his sister's example. And that has stuck since then. I still loved that my kid loved me enough to do that. To let me know she knew everything I was trying to do for her, and showing me in the way only a kid can that she loved and appreciated what I was doing.

My twins were close and never did well with separation. I tried sending them of to camp one year. They were eight, the camps were nearby each other so I thought it would be good for them to have some alone time. I figured all those little girls might be good for Bella since she lived with just men at that point. My Mom had moved out when they started school, wanting to live in a seniors complex in Port A. I got a call two days into their two week camp adventure that my kids were missing from both camps. I drove up and joined the locals in searching for my children. I was frantic thinking Renee had snuck past me and ran off with my babies.

They were found together at the local Denny's. Bella was worried they weren't feeding Emmett enough so she wanted to make sure he had a real meal. Emmett just missed Bella and the other camp wouldn't let him call his sister. They had both made a break for it that night and met up midway. I took them both home that night and we never tried camp again.

I still remember having to move their beds away from the adjoining wall because even in their sleep they would talk to each other. Silly conversations, but they would keep me up at night so I had to break them up.

When Bella caught the chickenpox at nine, Emmett swore he itched too. He never actually caught chickenpox himself. When the doctor commented on this, Bella said she had it for the both of just laughed, but her little furrowed brow and determined look let me know she was dead serious. In her little kid's mind she handled that so her brother didn't have to.

When Emmett broke his arm at ten, Bella was sitting in our living room miles away from where my son was stupidly cliff diving with the boys down on the Rez. Suddenly she screamed demanding that I get her to Emmett, that it hurt and he needed her. When we got there, he was screaming in pain and she rushed to him. They did one of their weird wonder twin mind melds where they said nothing but knew what the other was saying. Emmett calmed down so the EMT could look at him and Bella just held his hand on his uninjured side.

The first time I saw Rosalie King I knew my son would love her. And as I began to get to really know her, I knew she was perfect for my son. I also knew that my son would not easily make a move. He was a loud boisterous man, but shy when it came to actually talking to a woman. And I didn't see him actually having a long-term relationship until Bella found someone too. I knew he saw it as his duty to watch out for his sister, even though she and I had both told him many times she could take care of herself.

Edward Cullen showing up and sweeping my daughter off her feet was a shock. But getting to know him, I knew he would be her perfect partner. He didn't mind she was a bit crazy, smart mouthed and obsessively protective of those she loved. The way they worked together over something a silly as Christmas lights for child made this old man happy. I could see from this that Edward was just as obsessive about making his loved ones happy. He would understand my daughter and support her when she needed to take care of someone she loved.

The fact that my twins ended up with siblings seemed to fit too. The Cullen kids were close, so they understood a bit how my kids worked. I was a happy man, with two beautiful grown kids, who seemed to have found life partners. I was looking forward to someday being a Grandpa and spoiling that kid and sending it home at night.

Then though, I suddenly I was an old man with a newborn and two grown kids.

The first time I met Heidi Carter she was a sixteen-year-old cheerleader that I busted for shoplifting at Newton's Sporting goods store. She wanted a pocket knife but Mike Sr. wouldn't sell her the one she wanted without parental consent. He was a Dad and nervous about kids and knives.

Heidi flirted like mad in the back of cruiser, and I just ignored her. She was a kid only a few years older than my own daughter. She took this as a challenge and basically stalked me until she went off to college.

She came back to town years later when she was twenty-eight, and divorced. She had a restraining order out against her abusive ex-husband so she came to the station to make sure we were aware. She also apologized to me for the way she acted as a kid.

Three months following that her ex-husband found her and beat her up pretty badly. We were able to hunt him down and the DA was able to charge him with attempted murder. He was in the police station in front of witnesses screaming you should have died bitch and I meant for you to die. So, it sealed the deal for him.

Heidi went through a lot of rehab for her injuries, and damn she had grown into a strong woman. She kept pushing forward. We started meeting for coffee now and then during his trial. She needed the support, and I explained different things to her about the legal process.

After the trial we both just kept showing up for coffee.

Then one night she showed up at my house and kissed me. I fought my feelings, she was so young still. I was man with two grown kids, kids who were just a couple of years behind her in school. She had mentioned on many occasions when we had our coffee that she wanted to have kids, and a family. That she looked forward to being a Mom.

I wanted her to have that life. And knew I was told old to give it to her.

After that first time, we swore no more. But on the sixth time my poor daughter walked in on us, getting a bit of an eyeful. For a few months afterwards whenever she was near me she would whisper, "Traumatized".

My plan was to stop the coffee meetings, to stop the sex. To walk away and hope she could find what she was looking for. Instead I found out at the age of fifty-two I was going to be a dad again.

Hannah was nothing like Emmett and Bella when they were babies. She was quiet, and was content to entertain herself. Her favorite game was trying to catch her own toes.

Heidi and I married; it was enough of a scandal in the small town that I knocked her up. No way was I not putting a ring on her finger. Of course I could admit to myself now that I love her, and was probably in love with her since our second coffee date. And my Heidi was ecstatic with our daughter, and our new married life. And I have to admit that it was working out pretty well for me too.

She was also completely behind me having a vasectomy. We decided Hannah was enough. Actually, Heidi decided that after almost twenty-six hours of labor that in her words, "You are getting fixed Charlie Swan, never again." Not that our sweet nugget wasn't worth it but it put a lot of strain on my wife.

"Can you say Pops?" Bella was asking Hannah holding her little sister and pointing at me. Hannah just giggled and twirled her sister's long hair.

"Bells, let my good child call me Dad like a normal kid if she wants." She discreetly gives me the middle finger behind her sister's back.

"Please, we all know I'm your favorite. I did give you a son-in-law with three Super Bowl rings." She huffs.

"I love all my kids the same, but if it comes down to it I'm team Edward." She just laughs before setting her sister down in her play pen.

"I need to get one of these kid jails for my house." She sighs.

"I don't think your husband would be contained in that hun."

"Nope but his spawn would." She smiles. "Congrats Grandpa, Edward knocked me up."

"Pop." A loud squeal from my other daughter reminds me that I have an infant of my own and now I am going to be a Grandfather.

"Holy shit." I say right as the world goes black.