CHAPTER SIX
The lanky teenager burst in through the living room without knocking; he didn't need to. This villa was his second home. He spent a lot of time here when he wanted get away from his ever-growing family.
He found his great-grandfather sitting on the plush white couch flipping through a yellow-aged photo album and sipping a mug of black tea.
" What are you doing Grandad?" Seb Jnr asked him cheerfully as he hung up his coat and went to join him.
Fisher looked up at him and nearly reeled. It never failed to shock him how much Seb Jnr looked like his dad-he had the same messy brown hair, brown eyes and lanky build.
" Looking at photos of your dad." Fisher told him and for a moment, Seb thought he was talking about Sam. But when he glanced down at the page, he released Fisher had been talking about his real father Seb Miller.
" Why?"
" Your mother has never shown you photos of your dad has she?" Fisher asked.
" No. She told me she burned all the photos after she got married to my stepfather." Seb Jnr told him.
Fisher tut-tutted, " Well, here's your first look at Sebastian Miller." He said and handed the album over to Seb Jnr.
Seb stared down at the photos amazed. He and his father could be brothers-they looked so much alike!
Seb turned the page, " Who's this?" he asked pointing at a photo of a man that looked similar to Seb Snr but was much older.
" That's my son Alan." Fisher paused " Your father's dad. He died of a brain tumour decades ago."
" So my father's dad is my grandad and you're really my great-great grandad?" Seb mused and Fisher nodded.
" Don't tell anyone this but it makes me feel old knowing I'm really a great-great grandad." Fisher winced at the long drawn-out word.
" I won't." Seb grinned, " But you're eighty Grandad. It's to be expected that you're a great-great grandad."
" I know. Don't remind me." Fisher turned the page hurriedly and came across a photo of Alf.
" This is Alf Stewart." Seb said, " the Summer Bay legend."
Fisher smiled. Imagine what Alf would say if he knew that people called him a 'legend.'
They fished looking through the albums, " Would you like to keep this?" Fisher asked holding up the album and Seb took it from him.
" That would be great. I can show my own kids one day...maybe this can be a family heirloom."
Fisher nodded solemnly, " Yes Seb, keep it in the family."
Seb grinned again, feeling a bit mischievous, " When I have kids, you'll be a great-great-great grandad."
Fisher groaned, " I shudder at the thought! I hope I'm gone by the time that happens."
Seb's smile vanished, " Don't talk like that. I hope you're still around to meet my kids."
" I know…I was only kidding." Fisher squeezed him arm gently, " I would love to meet your kids one day."
" Yes…one day." Seb echoed.
* * *
Seb Jnr returned home to find his mother talking to some strange man wearing expensive clothes and cool sunglasses.
" Hi darling," his mother smiled at him, " How's Don?"
" He's fine…who are you?" Seb asked the stranger.
" Seb! Don't be rude!" Kirsty chided her son.
" It's okay Kirsty…nice to meet you Seb. I'm Kirsty's cousin Max. I used to live with her when I was twelve."
" Oh." Seb turned away uninterested and rummaged around in the fridge until he pulled out a can of coke and then went into his room.
" Sorry about Seb. He's not usually this rude." Kirsty told Max frowning after him.
" That's okay. Something's obviously bugging him." Max paused, " He-he looks a lot like his dad.' He added,
Kirsty smiled sadly, " Yes he does. And the anniversary of his father's death is coming up in two days."
" Really? Maybe that's why Seb's feeling down." Max suggested.
" Maybe." Kirsty murmured. Every year when the anniversary comes along, she's the one who's feeling depressed so why is Seb Jnr feeling the same way? Seb didn't even know his father.
Maybe Don had said something to him that had upset Seb. Kirsty frowned, she'll get to the bottom of Seb's mood and then afterwards, they can both forget about Sebastian Miller forever.
The lanky teenager burst in through the living room without knocking; he didn't need to. This villa was his second home. He spent a lot of time here when he wanted get away from his ever-growing family.
He found his great-grandfather sitting on the plush white couch flipping through a yellow-aged photo album and sipping a mug of black tea.
" What are you doing Grandad?" Seb Jnr asked him cheerfully as he hung up his coat and went to join him.
Fisher looked up at him and nearly reeled. It never failed to shock him how much Seb Jnr looked like his dad-he had the same messy brown hair, brown eyes and lanky build.
" Looking at photos of your dad." Fisher told him and for a moment, Seb thought he was talking about Sam. But when he glanced down at the page, he released Fisher had been talking about his real father Seb Miller.
" Why?"
" Your mother has never shown you photos of your dad has she?" Fisher asked.
" No. She told me she burned all the photos after she got married to my stepfather." Seb Jnr told him.
Fisher tut-tutted, " Well, here's your first look at Sebastian Miller." He said and handed the album over to Seb Jnr.
Seb stared down at the photos amazed. He and his father could be brothers-they looked so much alike!
Seb turned the page, " Who's this?" he asked pointing at a photo of a man that looked similar to Seb Snr but was much older.
" That's my son Alan." Fisher paused " Your father's dad. He died of a brain tumour decades ago."
" So my father's dad is my grandad and you're really my great-great grandad?" Seb mused and Fisher nodded.
" Don't tell anyone this but it makes me feel old knowing I'm really a great-great grandad." Fisher winced at the long drawn-out word.
" I won't." Seb grinned, " But you're eighty Grandad. It's to be expected that you're a great-great grandad."
" I know. Don't remind me." Fisher turned the page hurriedly and came across a photo of Alf.
" This is Alf Stewart." Seb said, " the Summer Bay legend."
Fisher smiled. Imagine what Alf would say if he knew that people called him a 'legend.'
They fished looking through the albums, " Would you like to keep this?" Fisher asked holding up the album and Seb took it from him.
" That would be great. I can show my own kids one day...maybe this can be a family heirloom."
Fisher nodded solemnly, " Yes Seb, keep it in the family."
Seb grinned again, feeling a bit mischievous, " When I have kids, you'll be a great-great-great grandad."
Fisher groaned, " I shudder at the thought! I hope I'm gone by the time that happens."
Seb's smile vanished, " Don't talk like that. I hope you're still around to meet my kids."
" I know…I was only kidding." Fisher squeezed him arm gently, " I would love to meet your kids one day."
" Yes…one day." Seb echoed.
* * *
Seb Jnr returned home to find his mother talking to some strange man wearing expensive clothes and cool sunglasses.
" Hi darling," his mother smiled at him, " How's Don?"
" He's fine…who are you?" Seb asked the stranger.
" Seb! Don't be rude!" Kirsty chided her son.
" It's okay Kirsty…nice to meet you Seb. I'm Kirsty's cousin Max. I used to live with her when I was twelve."
" Oh." Seb turned away uninterested and rummaged around in the fridge until he pulled out a can of coke and then went into his room.
" Sorry about Seb. He's not usually this rude." Kirsty told Max frowning after him.
" That's okay. Something's obviously bugging him." Max paused, " He-he looks a lot like his dad.' He added,
Kirsty smiled sadly, " Yes he does. And the anniversary of his father's death is coming up in two days."
" Really? Maybe that's why Seb's feeling down." Max suggested.
" Maybe." Kirsty murmured. Every year when the anniversary comes along, she's the one who's feeling depressed so why is Seb Jnr feeling the same way? Seb didn't even know his father.
Maybe Don had said something to him that had upset Seb. Kirsty frowned, she'll get to the bottom of Seb's mood and then afterwards, they can both forget about Sebastian Miller forever.