KAYLOR ONE SHOTS

tatoos on my mind

part two

Danny stared at her for a long time, but the woman sitting in front of her didn't say anything for the past forty five minutes; the session was about to end in fifteen minutes. Karlie was biting nervously her fingernails, her eyes looking out the window and gazing at the city. The psychologist adjust his sitting position, and looks at his wrist watch; 9:48

This was their tenth session, for a total of ten hours together, and Karlie has only spoke to him six, maybe seven times. Otherwise, she would just sit there, looking out the window and being consumed by million thoughts.

"I can't even look at her," she finally says, well, whispers. "I'm making her life complicated and she doesn't deserve a parent like me," she adds.

"Are you talking about Isobel?" Danny asks, curiously. Karlie only nods, and the man waits for her to say something more, but she doesn't. "Why can't you look at her?" he tentatively asks.

"I feel horrible when I go back home drunk, and she sees me like that. I say things I'm not supposed to say to her, and the next morning when I wake up, and remember what I said to her, I feel horrible," she answers.

"What do you say to her when you're drunk?" he asks, crossing his legs and writing down something in his blank paper.

"'Your mother fucked somebody else to give you birth, because guess what? Two women can't make a baby together.'. That's what I once said to her," she replies, sighing loudly. Danny opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He's literally speechless. "She didn't know that Taylor cheated on me. She never told her," Karlie adds.

"What did she do after you said those things?"

"She run upstairs crying," Karlie murmurs.
"And what did you do?"

Karlie stays silent for a moment, before replying, "I threw up in the middle of the living room and passed out on the couch,"

There's a tense silence in the room, and when the clock starts ticking, signaling that's the end of the session, Karlie stands up slowly putting her coat on. "I have to go," she says matter of fact.

"The next time is the last session, you know that right?" Danny asks unsure, standing up himself.

"Yeah, I remember,"

"Well, do you feel like you are doing better?" he asks.

"I don't know," she says.

"You know, you just have to be yourself. This Karlie, the one standing in front of me with bags under her eyes and a breath that smells like alcool, is not your true self. I know that it's really difficult to stop drinking, but you can at least try. Trust me, Karlie, you'll feel better, and even your wife and your daughter, but the first thing you have to do is forgive her. Forgive her for cheating on you, for sleeping with someone, for giving birth to a girl you didn't expect, and try to see the beautiful things about it; you still have the love of your life, your wife, and life even gave you a daughter. Try to forgive her and stop drinking, than, it'll be easier and life will be so much more livable,"

Karlie's lips turn upwards, forming a little smile, and she decides something last minute; she engulfs him in the biggest hug she's ever given. Just as she's about to exit the room and close the door, she gives the same answer she said to Taylor weeks before. "I'll try."

******

She places two plates on the table, and lights up the white candle in the middle of it. She would surprise Taylor, and tell her that she hasn't drank a bottle or even a glass of tequila in one month. She was so proud of herself in that moment, but everytime that she entered a bar with her friends, the temptation was still there, knocking at her door. She asked to her mother if she could keep Isobel for the night, and she gladly accepted. When she hears the front door open, and Taylor's voice echoing through the house, she runs to the living room to welcome her wife.

"Hey," Taylor murmurs, surprised by her wife's expression. "What are you up to?" she asks.

Karlie approaches her and kisses her right cheek. "Follow me," she whispers in her ear. She takes her hand and leads her towards the kitchen, and covers the blond's eyes with her hands. "Don't peek," she giggles.

"Karlie, what are you doing?" Taylor giggles herself.

"I made something," she murmurs. "Ta da!" she exclaims, extending her arms in the air. Taylor stares at the table for a while, confused and surprised.

"What is this?" she asks, indicating with her finger the table.

"A romantic dinner," she says smugly.

"And where is Isobel?"

"With my Mom," she replies.

Taylor walks closer to the table and sits on one of the chairs. "Did you do all of this for me?" she asks surprised, looking at the taller girl with wide eyes, her blue orbs meeting Karlie's green ones.

"Yes," she replies with a grin. She sits in front of her wife, and she takes her hand and squeezes it. "I want to tell you something important, Taylor,"

"Shoot,"

Karlie opens her mouth, but a smile breaks through. She giggles lightly. "I haven't drank in a month," she says with a smile. "and as you can see, there's no wine in this table,"

"Karlie, I'm so proud of you, babe," she says breathlessly. "You did all of this for me and you?" she asks.

"I realized that I can't live without you. I know you would've left me if I didn't stop, but now that I am, I'm feeling slightly better. I'm starting to accept the fact that Isobel is our daughter, and I'm starting to forgive your mistake. You made yours a long time ago, and I made mine. I want this life with you, I want you in my life, and no one else. I love you, Taylor, and given that I forgave you, I hope that you can forgive me, too,"

Taylor smiles, and she stands up to walk over her wife. Karlie stands up, too, and Taylor cups her face and kisses her gently. "I love you, too," she whispers with a little smile.

"What does that mean?" Karlie asks slightly surprised. Taylor didn't say that to her in months, because the blond was constantly mad at her.

Taylor's smile grows, and is as beautiful as a butterfly who just started to fly; breathtaking. She kisses the tip of her nose, and in a whisper she says, "I forgive you."

A/N: and this is part two, the end of this little idea! I hope you all liked it, and as always tell me what you think. Love y'all