For that matter, can he sleep in her bed? Because he really, really wants snuggles.
Bella contemplates this - that would certainly be awkward to explain to Renée, who is as likely as not to poke her head into the room at seven in the morning and offer waffles. Finally Bella triangles the alarm clock into setting itself to go off quietly at six-thirty - she's too tired to figure out the controls - and pulls him into the guest bed with her. [You'll have to skedaddle first thing in the morning.]
And loves her. But he never really stopped.
The answer: yes.
At six-thirty in the morning the alarm clock cheeps quietly and she opens her eyes.
Alice is still sleeping, curled up around her, dreaming about flying on silver wings.
She prods him in the ribs. [Alice, sorry to interrupt, but my mom will wake up any minute. She keeps school-ish hours even in summertime.]
[G'morning,] he says, and yawns quietly, and kisses her shoulder, and de-cuddles. He never stopped being invisible, so all he has to do is slide out of bed and float out the window. So he does that.
[Thanks,] he adds on his way out.
Bella closes the window lazily with a triangle and naps another half an hour.
And then Renée pokes her head in. And offers waffles.
Bella has hers with strawberries and whipped cream on it.
After one week in Jacksonville, Bella flies to Washington, finds Tegu in the parking lot, and zooms home to Charlie.
[Want some pie?]
Hilary raises her eyebrows at him. "Oh, is she back from Europe?"
"One way to find out," Alice says cheerfully.
"Sure!"
[Yep!]
[Are you planning to actually call us?] Bella asks archly. [We don't want to be known to be telepathic.]
Ring, ring.
"Sounds good to me," Charlie says.
"We'd love to," Bella tells the phone. "When should we be there?"
"Wasn't he out of town," Charlie says, "somewhere?"
"Yes," Bella says.
Charlie fixes her with a bit of a look. "Did that boy go to Europe with you, Bells?"
"Yeah. He didn't get a ticket on the same plane or anything, but he was in Europe at the same time and we went around together a lot," Bella says. Pause. "I think we might be sort of dating? A little? Not exactly? It's weird."
"Weird's right," mutters Charlie. "Er... I know you just spent a week with your mom... maybe she covered this..."
"Dad. Mom covered the birds and the bees years ago. I am fully informed," Bella says loudly.
Instead he is... having a remarkably similar conversation with Hilary, actually.
"So, you knew she'd be back."
"Mm," says Alice.
"You went to Europe with her."
"Mm," says Alice, and adds a shrug for good measure.
"Are you two...?" She makes a vague cyclic gesture with both hands.
"Screwing? Nope," says Alice.
"And that is simultaneously both more than I wanted to know and less than I asked. Congratulations."
"Heh," says Alice.
"I promise not to make you a grandfather until I am at least twenty-two and probably quite a bit older," Bella says.
Come to think of it, given the propensity of things to happen without her explicitly planning them... Pentagon proves able to suppressibly sterilize her. She can undo that at will, as with the regeneration, without even expending another wish. Splendid.
"That's good," Charlie says. "Not the only thing that can happen, though -"
"Dad. Do you desperately want to add this conversation to your life? Because I don't, and I promise it is not required for my well-being now or in the future, cross my heart."
"All right, Bells," Charlie says, after a long pause. "Let's go get some pie."
Tegu is a one-person vehicle; they take the cruiser.
"Hi guys! Pie's not ready yet," he says, and considers hugging Bella.
Bella hugs him first. It is a friendly-hug, but still a hug. [Charlie now knows that we are maybe-sorta-dating-or-something-it's-
[Okay,] Alice says cheerfully, and idly wonders if this will result in Charlie threatening him with violence.
Well, it doesn't immediately, anyway. Charlie comes in and greets Hilary and sniffs the air. "What kind of pie?" Bella asks.