Dancing with the Bad Boy | ✓

twenty-seven | father ii

Since Halloween, Sora has been texting me everyday seeing as he finally discovered my true feeling towards him. I didn't even need to use words and he knew. Oh, he knew alright.

That was four days ago.

Juls has already left for Paris yesterday and Sora and I haven't been able to see each other due to the fact that Juls wanted to spend some brother time with Sora. It didn't really bother me because Martha and Liam went on a mini-vacation, leaving the house to Sora and I. I had spent the empty days with either a book or at the dance studio where Chloe had reluctantly lent to me.

Now, as I walked out of Sora's house on my way to the dance studio, I couldn't help but looked to my left and wondered what my mother was doing. Was she handling her pregnancy well? Was she doing well? She was still my mother after all.

As I read a text from Sora's daily message, I couldn't help but smile.

You are worth more than a thousand words and I wish I could say them to you. But, I can only say three; I love you.

P.S. don't feel pressured to say it back.

Lockhart.

I couldn't help but crinkled my nose at the cringe-worthy message, smiling at the sweet words that made my heart skip a beat.

"Whoever made you smile like that must be a lucky man," I heard a familiar voice speak as I halted in my steps, looking up from my phone when I found my father standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, bemused. He had shown up in a suit and tie and I was beginning to assume that this was how he dressed on a daily now.

Edward shrugged. "Well, I was waiting for you to call me but I didn't think you'd ever call me so I guess I decided to show up. I wanted to see you again."

I blinked at Edward because he was right. I didn't know when I was going to call him or if I ever would. It hadn't even crossed my mind because of everything that had happened with Sora. "I've just been busy with a few things."

Edward nodded in understanding, knowing not to push further. "I noticed you aren't living in your mother's home. Are you okay?" A hint of concern glinted in his eyes and I couldn't help but felt my barriers slowly, slowly, tear itself down.

I nodded. "I confronted her about what she'd done. She didn't even deny it."

Edward breathed. "I'm sorry if I ruined your relationship with her. It was never my intention to, I just wanted you to know that I would've never abandoned you willingly."

I only managed a nod, unable to say anything else.

"Do you want to get lunch together?"

I glanced down at my gym bag, thinking it wouldn't be such a bad idea to give myself a day off, right? "Sure."

Half an hour later, I found myself sitting in a café, my father sitting on the opposite end of the table as he flipped through the menu. When I was seven, I had dreamed about the moment I met my father, how we would instantly click and yet here I am, legitimately experiencing this moment and I feel nothing. I didn't know how to act or what to say.

"So, who are you staying with at the moment?" Edward questioned, keeping his eyes glued to the menu as if seriously considering what he should order.