The Past Is Just A Goodbye Chapter Four
Taylor heard the knock at the door and he literally jumped off the couch and ran to the door. Flinging it open he looked at his parents and his brow just furrowed as he took Cecily who grinned at him out of his mother's arms. He was relieved she was fine but he was pissed that his parents had clearly broken any rules he gave them.
"I don't want you guys seeing her again," Taylor told them as he felt Cecily laying her head on his shoulder. He hadn't wanted to talk about this in front of her but he was too ticked to hold it in any longer.
Hearing her son, Diana made a face, "We are her grandparents Jordan," she said using Taylor's first name. It was something she did when she wanted to push his buttons. She knew it worked everytime.
Rolling his eyes at his mother calling him Jordan, Taylor locked eyes with her, "And I'm her father and I gave you rules to follow and you didn't do that," he said as he shook his head. "Now please get away from my apartment door and don't come by hoping to see Cess anymore."
"She won't be yours for much longer," Diana snapped as she turned on her heels and walked away. She was pissed now as well. She couldn't believe the audacity that Taylor had. He had changed so much in the last few years, he was no longer the sun that she remembered him to be.
Shutting the door Taylor walked over to the couch still holding Cecily in his arms. He hoped she didn't ask any questions about the conversation he had just had with his mother. He knew she was only two but she was smart for being just two.
When he sat down he felt her head move from his shoulder and he smiled when her big brown eyes looked into his eyes. He knew he was wrapped around her tiny finger.
"Why you mad at grandma for?" Cecily asked as she chewed on her bottom lip as if she was trying to think of a reason for her daddy to be mad. She knew when her daddy got mad at her it never lasted long, he loved her too much to be mad.
Hearing Cecily's question Taylor thought of how to answer her. How did he explain why he was mad at his mother to a two year old?
"I...ummm, well, she disobeyed me," Taylor said as he thought about how weird those words sounded when talking about his mother. "She was supposed to have you home earlier but she didn't," he said as he looked at Cecily. He hoped that she could understand what he just said.
"You can't spank her like you do me?" Cecily asked as she raised an eyebrow and smiled some. She had only been spanked a few times and when that had happened it had been her daddy Zac who had spanked her.
Laughing at her words, Taylor shook his head. He could see himself now trying to spank his own mother, "I can't spank her Cess," he said as he shook his head no. "I wish I could but it doesn't work that way," he sighed as he laughed some. Sometimes Cecily just said the funniest stuff.
"Then ground her," Cecily shrugged as she leaned in and kissed her daddy on the cheek before moving off his lap. Running down the hall she went to her bedroom to play some before her daddy made her go to bed.
Laughing even more Taylor just shook his head again. His daughter really was a spitfire at times. He guessed she got that from Zac more so than him. Standing from the couch he walked down the hall and to the bedroom he shared with Zac. Smiling as he opened the door and walked in he wasn't surprised when he found Zac playing video games in his boxers.
"Why am I not surprised to find you playing video games?" he asked as he sat down beside Zac. Looking at the screen he watched Zac play, feigning interest in it. Video games were just plain boring to him.
"Because video games are what keeps me alive, well them and sex with you," Zac smirked as he turned his head briefly and winked at Taylor. Looking back at them he was glad to see that in his brief look away he was still alive.
Taylor smirked as well at Zac's words, "Well in that case I am glad my sex is one of the reasons you live," he said before laying back in the bed. "Cecily is home now," he told Zac as he looked at his back. Sometimes he could get lost just staring at Zac's back, watching the way it curved when he moved at times. His brother really was one beautiful creature.
"Good," Zac said when he heard Taylor tell him Cecily was home. That meant that Taylor hopefully wasn't as angry as before. He figured Taylor was still ticked off but there was a difference between ticked off Taylor and angry Taylor. Angry Taylor had a tendency to be worse than ticked off Taylor.
"Mom was a bitch when she brought her back," Taylor muttered as he kept staring at Zac's back. He wished he could be half as brave as Zac was during this whole situation with their parents and the court case. He wished that he didn't feel sad every day that he woke up because he was scared of losing his daughter.
Zac snickered at Taylor's comment about their mom being a bitch, "When isn't she a bitch?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow though Taylor couldn't see it. Ever since he and Taylor had came out as gay and as a couple their whole family had become little bitches, their mom more so than the rest of them.
"True," Taylor sighed as he knew Zac was right. Lately it seemed that was all their mom knew how to be was a bitch. "How do you do it Zac?" Taylor asked randomly as he chewed on his lip and turned to look at the ceiling.
"Deal with mom?" Zac asked as he paused his game and looked over at Taylor. Taylor was looking up at the ceiling and he looked as if he was lost in his own mind. He had a tendency to get lost in his own mind a lot and sometimes that could frustrate Zac.
Taylor shook his head at Zac's question, "Be so strong," he muttered still looking up at the ceiling. "I wish I were as strong as you," he said hearing his voice crack as tears stung his eyes. He hated crying but right now he was crying. "I'm not sure how much more of this crap I can take," Taylor whispered. All he had ringing in his head where his mother's last words. Cecily wouldn't be his much longer. The thought of that was terrifying.
Frowning as he heard Taylor's voice crack, Zac moved and laid beside him, "I'm strong because you and Cess both need me to be," he said as he kissed Taylor's cheek and let an arm wrap around his waist. He hated seeing Taylor like this. "You are so much stronger and braver than you give yourself credit for Taylor," he said as he kissed his cheek. He was doing his best to reassure Taylor that he could get through this. "You can get through this babe. We both can get through this."
"I hope you are right," Taylor smiled as he felt Zac kiss his cheek. Moving closer to his brother's body he closed his eyes. When it came down to it he was just physically and emotionally drained and tired. He was tired of hurting and being hurt at every corner.
"I'm always right," Zac joked trying to make Taylor feel better. Feeling him move closer he rubbed his back softly and started to hum an old song that he knew could always make Taylor feel better.
"Of course you are," Taylor muttered sarcastically a grin soon appearing on his face as Zac rubbed his back and started to hum an old song. It was a song Taylor knew well. It was one he used to sing lead on, I Will Come To You. It always seemed to calm him especially when Zac hummed it to him. Keeping his eyes closed he was soon asleep.
Zac smiled feeling Taylor's breathing even out which meant he was out. Slowly he moved from the bed and left the bedroom. Walking down to Cecily's room he smiled seeing her playing with her barbies, "Hey munchkin," he said as he bent down to her level. "It's time for bed," he said as he picked up one of her barbies and examined it. It was nude like the rest of them. His daughter seemed to have a habit of undressing all of her barbies and leaving them naked.
Cecily looked up at her daddy Zac, "Will you help me put my jammies on?" she asked as she stood up and went to her closet. Grabbing her Cinderella jammies she handed them to her daddy Zac. "Daddy always helps me," she said as she referred to Taylor.
"Of course I will help you munchkin," Zac smiled as he took her jammies from her. Laying them on the bed he helped her out of her dress and he laughed as her hair went everywhere from static. "You look like a little monster," he joked as he reached for her jammies and put the shirt over her. Once it was one he grabbed her bottoms and helped her into them. "Go to the bathroom and brush your teeth then get back here so I can read to you," he said as he stood up and watched her run off.
Sighing he went to the bookshelf and found the book that Taylor had been reading to her every night lately. They were half way through it. He knew Taylor was better at being a dad to Cecily then he was but he tried and he still loved her just the same.
"I'm ready for my story now," Cecily said when she came back into her room and walked to her bed. Climbing in she left room for her daddy Zac to get in and lay down as well.
Zac laughed some at how demanding she sounded when she spoke that last sentence. She was a little diva just like Taylor was. Getting in bed beside her he began to read the book to her until he saw her fall asleep. Once she was out he closed the book and laid it on her nightstand. Cutting the light off he snuggled with her and went to sleep as well.
Taylor heard the knock at the door and he literally jumped off the couch and ran to the door. Flinging it open he looked at his parents and his brow just furrowed as he took Cecily who grinned at him out of his mother's arms. He was relieved she was fine but he was pissed that his parents had clearly broken any rules he gave them.
"I don't want you guys seeing her again," Taylor told them as he felt Cecily laying her head on his shoulder. He hadn't wanted to talk about this in front of her but he was too ticked to hold it in any longer.
Hearing her son, Diana made a face, "We are her grandparents Jordan," she said using Taylor's first name. It was something she did when she wanted to push his buttons. She knew it worked everytime.
Rolling his eyes at his mother calling him Jordan, Taylor locked eyes with her, "And I'm her father and I gave you rules to follow and you didn't do that," he said as he shook his head. "Now please get away from my apartment door and don't come by hoping to see Cess anymore."
"She won't be yours for much longer," Diana snapped as she turned on her heels and walked away. She was pissed now as well. She couldn't believe the audacity that Taylor had. He had changed so much in the last few years, he was no longer the sun that she remembered him to be.
Shutting the door Taylor walked over to the couch still holding Cecily in his arms. He hoped she didn't ask any questions about the conversation he had just had with his mother. He knew she was only two but she was smart for being just two.
When he sat down he felt her head move from his shoulder and he smiled when her big brown eyes looked into his eyes. He knew he was wrapped around her tiny finger.
"Why you mad at grandma for?" Cecily asked as she chewed on her bottom lip as if she was trying to think of a reason for her daddy to be mad. She knew when her daddy got mad at her it never lasted long, he loved her too much to be mad.
Hearing Cecily's question Taylor thought of how to answer her. How did he explain why he was mad at his mother to a two year old?
"I...ummm, well, she disobeyed me," Taylor said as he thought about how weird those words sounded when talking about his mother. "She was supposed to have you home earlier but she didn't," he said as he looked at Cecily. He hoped that she could understand what he just said.
"You can't spank her like you do me?" Cecily asked as she raised an eyebrow and smiled some. She had only been spanked a few times and when that had happened it had been her daddy Zac who had spanked her.
Laughing at her words, Taylor shook his head. He could see himself now trying to spank his own mother, "I can't spank her Cess," he said as he shook his head no. "I wish I could but it doesn't work that way," he sighed as he laughed some. Sometimes Cecily just said the funniest stuff.
"Then ground her," Cecily shrugged as she leaned in and kissed her daddy on the cheek before moving off his lap. Running down the hall she went to her bedroom to play some before her daddy made her go to bed.
Laughing even more Taylor just shook his head again. His daughter really was a spitfire at times. He guessed she got that from Zac more so than him. Standing from the couch he walked down the hall and to the bedroom he shared with Zac. Smiling as he opened the door and walked in he wasn't surprised when he found Zac playing video games in his boxers.
"Why am I not surprised to find you playing video games?" he asked as he sat down beside Zac. Looking at the screen he watched Zac play, feigning interest in it. Video games were just plain boring to him.
"Because video games are what keeps me alive, well them and sex with you," Zac smirked as he turned his head briefly and winked at Taylor. Looking back at them he was glad to see that in his brief look away he was still alive.
Taylor smirked as well at Zac's words, "Well in that case I am glad my sex is one of the reasons you live," he said before laying back in the bed. "Cecily is home now," he told Zac as he looked at his back. Sometimes he could get lost just staring at Zac's back, watching the way it curved when he moved at times. His brother really was one beautiful creature.
"Good," Zac said when he heard Taylor tell him Cecily was home. That meant that Taylor hopefully wasn't as angry as before. He figured Taylor was still ticked off but there was a difference between ticked off Taylor and angry Taylor. Angry Taylor had a tendency to be worse than ticked off Taylor.
"Mom was a bitch when she brought her back," Taylor muttered as he kept staring at Zac's back. He wished he could be half as brave as Zac was during this whole situation with their parents and the court case. He wished that he didn't feel sad every day that he woke up because he was scared of losing his daughter.
Zac snickered at Taylor's comment about their mom being a bitch, "When isn't she a bitch?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow though Taylor couldn't see it. Ever since he and Taylor had came out as gay and as a couple their whole family had become little bitches, their mom more so than the rest of them.
"True," Taylor sighed as he knew Zac was right. Lately it seemed that was all their mom knew how to be was a bitch. "How do you do it Zac?" Taylor asked randomly as he chewed on his lip and turned to look at the ceiling.
"Deal with mom?" Zac asked as he paused his game and looked over at Taylor. Taylor was looking up at the ceiling and he looked as if he was lost in his own mind. He had a tendency to get lost in his own mind a lot and sometimes that could frustrate Zac.
Taylor shook his head at Zac's question, "Be so strong," he muttered still looking up at the ceiling. "I wish I were as strong as you," he said hearing his voice crack as tears stung his eyes. He hated crying but right now he was crying. "I'm not sure how much more of this crap I can take," Taylor whispered. All he had ringing in his head where his mother's last words. Cecily wouldn't be his much longer. The thought of that was terrifying.
Frowning as he heard Taylor's voice crack, Zac moved and laid beside him, "I'm strong because you and Cess both need me to be," he said as he kissed Taylor's cheek and let an arm wrap around his waist. He hated seeing Taylor like this. "You are so much stronger and braver than you give yourself credit for Taylor," he said as he kissed his cheek. He was doing his best to reassure Taylor that he could get through this. "You can get through this babe. We both can get through this."
"I hope you are right," Taylor smiled as he felt Zac kiss his cheek. Moving closer to his brother's body he closed his eyes. When it came down to it he was just physically and emotionally drained and tired. He was tired of hurting and being hurt at every corner.
"I'm always right," Zac joked trying to make Taylor feel better. Feeling him move closer he rubbed his back softly and started to hum an old song that he knew could always make Taylor feel better.
"Of course you are," Taylor muttered sarcastically a grin soon appearing on his face as Zac rubbed his back and started to hum an old song. It was a song Taylor knew well. It was one he used to sing lead on, I Will Come To You. It always seemed to calm him especially when Zac hummed it to him. Keeping his eyes closed he was soon asleep.
Zac smiled feeling Taylor's breathing even out which meant he was out. Slowly he moved from the bed and left the bedroom. Walking down to Cecily's room he smiled seeing her playing with her barbies, "Hey munchkin," he said as he bent down to her level. "It's time for bed," he said as he picked up one of her barbies and examined it. It was nude like the rest of them. His daughter seemed to have a habit of undressing all of her barbies and leaving them naked.
Cecily looked up at her daddy Zac, "Will you help me put my jammies on?" she asked as she stood up and went to her closet. Grabbing her Cinderella jammies she handed them to her daddy Zac. "Daddy always helps me," she said as she referred to Taylor.
"Of course I will help you munchkin," Zac smiled as he took her jammies from her. Laying them on the bed he helped her out of her dress and he laughed as her hair went everywhere from static. "You look like a little monster," he joked as he reached for her jammies and put the shirt over her. Once it was one he grabbed her bottoms and helped her into them. "Go to the bathroom and brush your teeth then get back here so I can read to you," he said as he stood up and watched her run off.
Sighing he went to the bookshelf and found the book that Taylor had been reading to her every night lately. They were half way through it. He knew Taylor was better at being a dad to Cecily then he was but he tried and he still loved her just the same.
"I'm ready for my story now," Cecily said when she came back into her room and walked to her bed. Climbing in she left room for her daddy Zac to get in and lay down as well.
Zac laughed some at how demanding she sounded when she spoke that last sentence. She was a little diva just like Taylor was. Getting in bed beside her he began to read the book to her until he saw her fall asleep. Once she was out he closed the book and laid it on her nightstand. Cutting the light off he snuggled with her and went to sleep as well.
