Scars sequel

9

2 years later

Taylors pov

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"Mommy! Fly!" Brynn pointed out the window and looked wide eyed.

"That's right baby!" I just finished my 1989 tour and we were finally going back home to New York. Brynn has grown long brown hair and has a very choice vocabulary. Mostly what I say so I have to watch it most of the time. She's also really short for her she so she dances and does gymnastics. She's at a very high level for 3 years old.

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"Karls I've missed you!" I ran to her at the airport and gave her a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you too! Where's Brynn?" I grabbed Brynn's hand and set her in front of Karlie.

"This is Karlie! You met her when you were a tiny baby!" She smiled and hugged Karlies legs.

"Whoa! She's not shy!" Karlie laughed and hugged her back.

"Nope. Brynn come here." I picked her up and we started walking towards the doors. Paparazzi begging to get 1 picture if Brynn and I because they haven't seen much of her face at all. Then me, I haven't been in the public eye for two years now.

"Mommy! I walk!" She kicked her legs around and tried to move out of my arms.

"Brynn, babe calm down. I'll let you walk later. I need to keep you close to me." I zipped her jacket and continued walking

"Mommy! I walk!" She screamed at the top of her lungs getting attention from other people. I'm sure we were being recorded.

"Brynn, let's go. Tantrums are for babies are you a baby Brynn?" She sniffled and shook her head no but continued crying.

"I no baby! I-" she screamed in frustration and finally managed to squirm out of my arms. She ran to the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair and followed her. Sometimes she just has so much to say, but she doesn't know how.

"Brynn baby come out lets go home." She unlocked the stall door and came to give me a hug.

"I sowy momma." I smiled and rubbed her back.

"It's ok. Let's go. I'm going to carry you but only so the people outside don't hurt you." She nodded and I was able to lift her up.

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"Momma, where dada?" She asked while helping me organize her now toddler room. Or just making a bigger mess.

"I don't know baby. But you did have a daddy once." I picked her up and sat her on the bed.

"He was married to me, and he is so cute. Like you baby! I miss him a lot." She leaned on my chest and thought for a while.

"Picture?" I sighed and carried her to the computer. I looked up the most recent picture of him. I showed her a picture of him this morning at a bar with a girl. It was most recent.

"Who's her?" I shrugged.

"I don't know baby I don't know."