Our Fight (Book Two)

Chapter 18 - Taylor

Chapter Eighteen

                                                                                      Taylor

I sigh as I lay across the sofa with my legs hanging over the arm. What is the point of having a day off if there is nothing to do? I stare idly at the TV, another episode of The Big Bang Theory is on. As much as I love this show, watching repeats over and over again can really begin to get irritating. Heather stirs from her sleep in the arm chair across the room. Her legs are hanging over one arm and her head over the other, I will be surprised if she doesn't wake up with a stiff neck or a headache. I smirk as she begins to roll towards the edge, I should probably get up and prevent her from falling but it would be more entertaining to watch her fall. She snorts loudly before hitting the floor hard, her eyes fly open.

"Ouch!" She drags herself up into the chair again gripping onto the fabric, her arms and legs flailing around.

"Heather? Why don't you just stand up, surely that would have been easier?" Out of breath and laying in the chair once again, she looks over at me.

"That would have been too easy Tyler, I like to make things harder for myself it creates challenges and if I can overcome these challenges, then I know that I am a strong person." She turns her head and stares at the ceiling.

"Ok, one, my name is Taylor not Tyler and two, you only climbed onto a chair it's barely a challenge and it's not going to show that you're a strong person. Travelling around the world however, without the support of your family or coven or whatever you want to call it, that is being a strong person. Also, I give you points for returning after so many years and facing Lea, I certainly wouldn't have the guts to do that." Heather turns to me and puts her thumb up.

"Thanks dude! Lea's a softy really." She looks around quickly before leaning in closer to me. "Just between us, I am Lea's favourite, it's true she told me so" she whispers before leaning back into her chair and closing her eyes.

"I see, well I'm going to see what the girls are up to." I swing my legs down and stretch my arms up into the air until my back clicks.

"Cool! Catch you later Tyler!" I roll my eyes and shuffle to the bottom of the stairs.

"Chelsea? Are you up there?" I hope that she can hear me, this is a big house and noises can get lost so easily.

"In here!" Her sweet voice calls from the study, I pop my head around the wall of the archway and see her hard at work at the sewing machine. I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her, she leans her head back onto my chest looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I gently kiss her forehead making her button nose crinkle in just the way that I love.

"What are you making baby?" I ask sitting in the chair beside her.

"Just something for Violet." I watch in amazement as her thin, elegant fingers manoeuvre over the fabric, lining up the edges, creating a seam and perfectly binding them together with thread. The fabric is a mixture of silk and lace, all of it the colour violet but in different shades. The top of the dress is simplistic, the silk framing the shoulders and chest, a silk flower carefully crafted and fastened onto the right shoulder. The rest of the dress flowing down from the waist with lace, a silk underlay that feels so soft in between my fingertips.

"It looks amazing baby, it really does." She beams up at me the pride radiating from her. "How much more do you have to do on it?" She holds the dress up in her hands and examines it, checking each seam for mistakes or holes, figuring out the dimensions before nodding her head and placing it onto a small hanger.