Chapter 11

Natalie's Point of View

The week passed slowly as I waited for me to legally belong to my father. Every day I went to go see him and we would talk. He started to find out little things about me while I found out he was just like how my mother described him. He was kind and loving, and selfless. Everything he did was for others. I loved him.

I wanted to tell Katie all about it, but I never did. I felt so bad, that I had found my father and she could never have that opportunity. At the same time though, the only emotion she ever showed toward my stories about my dad and I was excitement. Katie really was like a sister to her.

Then the day finally came, the day I got to go live with him and his family. I was taping up the last few of my boxes when Beth and Vincent came in with tears in their eyes, even though they had only known me a couple weeks.

"Awww, you guys!" I said, tearing up as well.

"We'll miss you, Natalie. Remember you're always welcome here." Vincent's voice was just a little bit shaky.

"Thank you. Beth, are you sure you want me taking all of this stuff?" I asked, pointing to the boxes.

"Oh, honey of course. All of it suits your personality best, anyways." She smiled at me. This last set really had been some of the best foster parents I had ever had. But I was going to go live with my real father. Eeek! I was so happy right now.

Katie came up to me crying. "I can't believe my sister's ditching me." She said, trying to sound sarcastic, but really just sounding hurt.

"We'll still hang out all the time." I promised. I meant it too. We were sort of a package deal now, even if I wasn't going to live with her, she would still be with me all the time.

"You be sure of that." She looked at me with a look I could only imagine was meant to be stern, but again, the only thing I could pick up was hurt.

Finally there was a knock at the door as I ran downstairs to get it, taking a box with me. My foster family followed with the rest. I somewhat threw the box in my haste to open the door. All that was in there anyway were clothes. I yanked open the door and saw my father and his wife standing under the porch light smiling warmly. I hugged both of them and then noticed the others behind them.

"Natalie," my father said, as if on cue, "These are our other adopted children. "Edward, Emmett, Alice, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale." They all smiled as I went around hugging them. I was going to love being a part of this family.

"Welcome to the family, baby sister" Emmett said to me.

I backed away with possibly the biggest smile on my face possible and said, "Everyone, this is my foster family: Beth, Vincent and practically my sister Katie"

They all greeted my current foster family and I heard Carlisle thanking them for taking care of me. He really does care about me I couldn't help but think again.

Everyone helped to load my boxes into a huge Jeep that they had brought and after only ten minutes I went up to Beth, Vincent, and Katie for my second round of goodbyes. We were all crying by that point. Katie told me to call her as soon as I wanted help unpacking. Not being around Katie all the time was definitely going to be the hardest part.

After I had shed my fair share of tears, Carlisle led me to a sleek Mercedes and I climbed into the back seat, the others were taking separate cars, so I had this time just between my father and new mother.

"Thank you so much." I whispered. I knew they could hear.

"For what?" Esme asked.

"Wanting to keep me. Like I told Carlisle before, I only said anything because I thought he had a right to know. I never dreamed, okay well I dreamed, but I never actually imagined this is how telling you would turn out." The tears made yet another appearance and Esme looked back at me.

"Honey, we wouldn't be able to say no to you. You're so special to us." She looked so sincere I couldn't doubt her like I always doubted my foster parents. She felt like my mother, even though I couldn't really remember her, this woman reminded her of the love I felt through my mother's letters.

After a short while, we pulled up to a colossal white house. I had never been within a five mile radius of such a building. As I stepped out of the car staring, Rosalie came up to me, "What do you think?" she asked, smiling.

"It's so big and pretty and…big." They all laughed at me, but it was big deal in my head. I'd never had very much money, now I was going to live in a house that would make Donald Trump jealous? It was almost unreal.

"I'm glad you like it," Esme said with a smile. "Now I suppose we should show you your room."

"My room?" I had only given my father a few weeks warning. How could they have prepared a room? But then I realized that there were probably a multitude of extra guest rooms in the giant the Cullens called a house. Cullen, I smiled at my new last name, I had been waiting hundreds of years to use it.

We went upstairs and made our way down one of the many halls. When we turned a final corner and headed towards a door when Alice came up behind me and covered my eyes.

"What's that for?" I asked. It was only a guest room. White walls, plain comforter, at least that's how I imagined it.

"It has to be a surprise! Now keep in mind, none of us really knew you, except Carlisle, so we were going with our gut and the little information Carlisle gave us." She moved her hands and I gasped in shock. It was so…perfect.

The walls were a faded pink, like the ones in the room Katie and I shared. The far wall was one giant window, but covered in lace curtains with gray drapes in front of them that were swooped back. All the furniture was black. The big bed had a floral pattern comforter that she loved. There was a vanity in the corner and a desk along the opposite wall of the window. There was also a large bookcase that held all sorts of books and knick-knacks that were so adorable.

"It's perfect," I said, "but there are a couple of things missing." I went downstairs and opened up one of the boxes. I pulled out a teddy bear, one of the first created, and put it on my bed; I also brought up my old copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and the fairytale book.

Carlisle gasped when he saw the book. I completely understood. What had caused me to carry around a book meant for children for 300 years? But it was important to me, that book had reminded me that my father was out there, and one day he would once again raise me.

The others asked Carlisle and I what was special about it, and my father explained that this was the book he and my mother read to me as a child. I started to cry when I thought about how we would have looked the three of us snuggled up reading about the different dream-like scenarios.

They all hugged me and we talked for a little while, starting the process of rejoining a broken family.

A/N: As I've said before, almost all of these chapters are just what I write in my free time, I don't do a lot of editing so if there's a bunch of mistakes, I'm so sorry. Usually I would be much more careful with my work, but my schedule's been busy and at this point I'm just trying to get the story updated, not so much perfected. If you're wondering about what the room looked like, it was inspired by my personal room, it's kind of hard to describe, but the drapes are hung on a double-rod, so that's how the grey ones are in front of the lace. As always, I love y'all so much for reading! Reviews are always appreciated and adored!