Summary: ***REPOST*** After the death of her father, Bella inherits the Seattle Mariners. Does she have the strength to run the team? Can Edward and the gang help her? Can they fight their feelings long enough to play the game and win? AH Canon Couples..M for Lang/Lemons

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Prologue

BPOV

The rain poured down on my head as I stood at the grave of my father. I barely listened to the minister as he told the mourners about the great man my father was. Charlie was my best friend and the only family I had left. Granted, I had my surrogate family, but they all had their own lives. I raised my head as Reverend Weber started saying the final prayer that would lay Charlie to rest. I sniffled and prepared myself to say goodbye to my dad for the last time.

I was nineteen and alone.

The gentle hum of the machine as the casket was lowered to the ground was the only noise that was heard other than my sobs. I felt an arm come around my shoulders and looked up into the brown eyes of my 'brother' Emmett. I snuggled into his side and let the tears flow down my cheeks.

From the corner of my eye I saw the flashbulbs go off like strobe lights. Did I mention Charlie had been the owner of the Seattle Mariners? No, well he is, was, whatever. The entire world is curious as to whether or not I will inherit the team. I'm sure the players are curious too.

I slowly let my eyes roam around the mourners. Jasper Whitlock, starting pitcher, stood off to the side with his arms around my best friend Alice Brandon. They had been dating for a few months. Next to them was Rosalie Hale, my other best friend. At her side was first baseman, Edward Cullen. My dad had recruited Cullen straight out of college. I had been watching him play since I was sixteen, when I developed a huge crush on him. I wondered how they would feel if I took over.

As soon as the casket was lowered into the ground, the mourners slowly began dispersing to their waiting vehicles. I stood still and waited, needing some time alone to say goodbye.

"Come on, Bells. You're getting soaked." Emmett said, tugging on my arm.

"You go ahead. I'll be along in a minute." Emmett stared at me for a minute before walking away and giving me some space. I turned to stare at the hole in the ground that now contained my father and choked on the tears which were falling unabashedly down my face. I knew the paparazzi were still there taking pictures and this would probably end up on the front page, but I didn't care. "What am I gonna do now, Daddy? I'm gonna miss you so much. I don't know how to run this team without you. If you did leave this to me, I hope no one walks out on me." I took a deep breath, preparing to walk away and begin my new life, without my father. "I love you, Daddy. I promise I will make you proud of me."

I turned and walked away, heading to the car where my friends were waiting to support me. I just hoped they still did once the will was read. Some people were not going to be happy. The press was going to tear me to shreds.