The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #7
Pen Name: MinaRivera
Characters: Edward/Carlisle
Rating: T
Word Count: 385
Beta: Mauigirl60
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Special Talk
I walked down the road, the fog heavy in the air. The cold was starting to bother me, so I pulled up the hood of my sweatshirt, zipping up the leather jacket I wore on top, and jamming my hands inside the front pockets.
The silence was so peaceful and I took my time walking down the lane. When the house came in to view, I made my way up the porch steps, but didn't go inside. Instead, I sat down on the swing that Mom and Dad often shared, staying there for a few more minutes and enjoying the quiet.
A few minutes later, I heard the screen door open and I looked up to see my dad come out of the house, a blanket over his arm and two mugs in his hands, steam rising from both.
"Thought you might be cold," he said, handing me one of the mugs.
"Thanks." I sipped the hot chocolate, humming when I felt the warm liquid traveling down to my stomach.
Dad sat next to me, laying the blanket over our laps, and sipped from his mug in silence.
"How did it go?" he asked out of curiosity.
I just shrugged. "It was . . .
Amazing, fantastic, otherworldly.
". . . okay."
"Just okay?"
I turned the mug around and around between my hands, letting it warm them a bit before taking another sip.
"She is… special."
Dad nodded, letting me know he was listening.
"She's very special."
"First love usually is."
I smiled and looked up at him. "I think she's the one, Dad."
"Really, Edward? How do you figure?"
I scratched my cheek, trying to find the words to explain what I felt when I was with Bella.
"It's like I'd been walking under a starless night and then suddenly, there's this bright light coming from the sky and it's not dark anymore. She's like the sun, burning brightly in the night sky."
I looked up at my dad to find him smirking.
"Just don't tell her that on the next date."
I chuckled. "Yeah, too heavy for a second date."
"Or even a third."
We both laughed, and then quietly sipped our hot chocolates.
"Thanks for the talk, Dad," I eventually said.
He put his arm around my shoulders. "Anytime, son. Anytime."
Thank you for reading. xo ~Mina