Thank you Mi (Mi's side)

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Thank you Mi

I turned to drawing to help me cope with Bella departure. Even though it racked me with guilt I had stolen two things from the bin liners out side of Bella room that had been destined for the bin and designed all my recant attempts at drawing with the limited supplies I had left around them.

I had stolen two medium sized photos out of the bins. One of a very small very underweight Bella and another particularly beautiful photo of Ashley Greene in her role as Alice Cullen in the twilight films and spent my hours meshing the two carhercters together on paper, each one with Alice’s arms wrapped protectively around Bella in comfort. Bella had always found a hidden comfort in the character that I could never have gone deep enough to understand and now I wanted her permanently looked in her arms to maximise her comfort, Bella did not deserve to be alone and now there was no way I could get to her It felt maybe if I pushed Alice around her enough Bella could take her with her wherever she may go.

“We’ve been neglecting you haven’t we?” Emmet said smiling as walking in tough my door as I once again rubbed out the centre of Bella’s eyes and flicked away the bits that where left over with a sigh. I missed Bella.

“No, you have been doing your job, can’t argue with that one. Besides I was under the impression that I was going to have both Esmee and yourself tomorrow when I do my first placement visit” I smiled trying to draw the eyes in again with my stubby unsharpened pencil.

“You bet yeah, Esmee and myself are excited, we can’t wait to get you home Mi”

“You make it sound like I belong there” I groaned giving up and pushing the sketch pad away from me, throwing the pencil down on the top with a huff.

“You do belong there. You’re my sister-in-law, you belong there” Emmet smiled heading further into the room and sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes looking down at my unfinished work.

I had to resist the urge to lurch forward and grab them towards me to Emmet from looking at them, His eyes seemed sad but they showed no judgement as he looked over the sketch so there was no way I could try and work out what he was thinking. I knew I wasn’t very good. All silly dreams of being an artist had floated away as I grew up and my work took more and more hits form demanding teacher and my mother and step father’s but I still enjoyed it as a hobby in the dark and I didn’t think I could cope with a cruel critique from Emmet. Bella’s and my soul depended on it.”

“These are stunning Mi, you have such huge talent honey.” Emmet smiled gently thumbing through the rest of the pages of the overcrowded sketch book until he pulled the page open on a drawing of Esmee who had Mia bundled into her arms kissing her on the fore head.

“that’s my daughter, and my wife.” Emmet breathed gently his voice filling with passion as he traced his fingers over Esmee’s hair just before one tear drop made the page damp.

“Oh hell I’m sorry.” Emmet groaned grabbing a tissue out of his pocket and dabbing the moisture off of the paper “I’m ruening all of your stunning work,” he groaned.

“Your crying”

“I know completely unprofessional and really bad for a man my size, I have no idea what’s come over me.”

“No, why are you crying Emmet?” I asked

“It’s them sweaty and the way you have drawn them. She’s my wife and she is just perfect,” Emmet moaned whipping his eyes.

“I didn’t know weather I did it right or not,” I admitted not sure weather I should have tried to comfort Emmet or not but decided against it. “I mean I drew in her scars and it almost seemed wrong,” I admitted

“You’ve done perfect. Her scars are a part of her Mi so of course you should have drawn them in. She wouldn’t be my Esmee with out them, and my Esmee‘s perfect in every way” Emmet confirmed dragging his eyes away from the drawing and looking at me before unexpectedly he leant forward and pulled my body towards his in a hug whispering “thank you Mi” into my ear.