Living With The Mix (Twilight fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Chapter Twenty-Three

"How are you doing?" My Dad asked as he leant across my door frame of my room.

I was sitting with my legs crossed in the middle of the floor as I still hadn't decorated or even thought about adding furniture into the open space. I looked up from the canvas that I was in front of me to see that I had created yet another picture of Seth. I sighed while standing up and carried the painting into my wardrobe where I kept the others of the boy with the big brown eyes that I had drawn over the past month.

That's right; we had now been living in London for a month. I had not seen my soul mate for three months and 29 days.

"I'm good," I smiled at Jasper as I realised that I hadn't answered his question.

"Esme said that if you don't want to decorate the room then she would be delighted to." He offered as he walked around the perimeter of my bedroom gracefully. He stopped at my porch doors that led to the balcony and looked out at the beautiful view.

"No I want to its just.... I don't know." I grumbled while entwining my fingers together for something to do. I was bored a lot lately. I had finished the artwork that Esme wanted and even hung them up on the walls. I had also done extra by creating small clay sculptures that were dotted around the house.

"You can tell me anything you know, I know I'm not exactly the perfect Dad figure like Edward and even Carlisle but I will always be here for you." He rested his hands on my shoulder as we both sat down in my original spot on the floor.

"Thank you and you’re not too bad. Though to be honest I see you more like an uncle. I've never had a dad before and it is still really weird to think of you as one. Your protective and set boundaries which I am grateful for as it gives me some normality like everyone else but I don't think I will ever be able to think of you as one, if that makes sense. I still call you one but I don't know it's so messed up sometimes." I mumbled while staring at the wooden floor.

"No, I think I understand what you mean. I still freak out sometimes each time I think that I have a daughter, I'm glad that I have you but most of the time I haven't got a clue what to do." He told me with a sheepish laugh.

"Well you’re doing great with what you are doing." I praised him with a smile.

"How come you haven't decorated this room yet?" Jasper asked while gesturing to the walls with outstretched arms.

"I don't know.... I just..." I sighed and closed my eyes "it feels like if I decorate it it's the end of me and Seth." I owned up to my dad and to myself.

I hadn't thought about the reason why I had a hatred of adding colour to the walls but now it made so much sense.

"This is my blank canvas, my new start if I add colour it will be completed, my new start would be my future, without Seth." I laid my back down on the cool wooden floor and stared at the ceiling. "It sounds so stupid now that I've said it out loud as it’s just a room but...."

"You can't stop feeling like that." My dad finished my sentence while taking my hand and giving it a squeeze in reassurance.

I gulped back my tears. "Can we talk about something else?" I asked quietly.

There was a long pause of silence until he finally spoke. "Carlisle wants a family meeting when he gets back from the hospital, about who wants to go to school and what year everyone wants to be in."