Dreamer

Chapter Eight

Tia's POV (Five Months Later)

I toss Violet in the air, listening to her giggle. Chandler comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I catch Vi. We were in the park in L.A. playing with Violet. She was now seven months old, and growing fast. I leaned back against Chandler, smiling. We had been together for two months now, and his fans hate me. An elderly lady approached us, "Your parents must be so disappointed in the two of you.." She says, and my eyes go wide. "No ma'am, actually she isn't even mine, and this little girl is actually his, and his parents aren't disappointed. He's 19." I say, defending him. "Still much too young. You must be hiding your disappointment with him at the very least." The lady said, and I do everything I can not to cut my eyes at the lady. "Ma'am, I love this little girl as if she were my own. Violet is lucky to have Chandler as a dad, and I would do anything for her." I say, placing the child on my hip rather than holding her to my chest. The old lady just walks away, telling me I would regret this one day. I turn to look at Chandler, and he's clearly upset. "Don't listen to her, Chandler. She doesn't know the truth." I say kindly, smiling at him. A teenage girl walks past us, and says "Whore" while faking a cough. So, I fake a cough and say "judge mental." The girl whirls around, shoving me. Violet falls out of my arms when she does this, and Chandler has to catch her. "You could have hurt her!" Chandler and I yell at the same time. "Oh, does the little whore care about her baby? How shocking, I bet Chandler isn't even the father." "Violet isn't my kid. She's Chandler's, and of course I care about her. She's my boyfriend's daughter." I say, not even looking at her as I check on Violet. "Oh, and what about Shawn?" The girl taunts. "He's my best friend." "I bet you sleep with him." "I bet you just think that because you wanna be me. Just keep believing lies, see where that gets you in life." "Liar." "I'm not a mirror." "I'm not a liar." "Are you Katie.Mendes223 on Twitter?" "Yeah, and?" "You're the one that told everyone Violet was my kid, even photo shopped pictures of me with a baby bump." "I did not!" I pull my phone out, pulling screenshots of her Twitter up, showing her the pictures. The girl quickly runs off. I roll my eyes, turning back to look at Chandler. "Is Violet okay?" I ask him, checking the baby over one more time. "Yeah, she's okay." Chandler says quietly, and I look at him. Tears were brimming his eyes, and he was clearly hurting. I place one of my hands on his face. He just pulled away, turning towards Violet's stroller and putting her in it. "Why did you choose me, Tia? I mean, you could have the famous pop star Shawn Mendes." Chandler said, choking back his tears. "He was able to save you from a robber. He had you performing for the Queen of England. He's letting you live with him. His fans don't hate you. He doesn't have a kid." He kept going, but I turned him towards me, kissing him before he could say anything else. "Chandler, stop. I don't want the Shawn Mendes. I also don't want just Shawn. I don't want the Chandler Riggs either. I want my dorky Chandler, beautiful baby girl and all." I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And Shawn may have saved me from a robber, but Carl helped me through much more. He gave me strength all through middle school when I was being bullied. And, for the record, I have stage fright when it comes to singing. I can't sing. And I may be living with him, but that's because I can't afford my own place yet. Your fans may hate me, but that's because they're jealous of me. As for having a kid, it's like living with a kid, so that doesn't make a difference. At least Vi can't eat all of the muffins, then complain her mouth hurts because they burned her mouth because they just came out of the oven." I assure Chandler, while smiling at him. I was trying to get him to laugh, or at least smile. Chandler wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his forehead against mine. "Tia, what would I do without you?" Chandler asks, and I smile at him. "Probably starve and lose custody of Violet." I tease, and Chandler picks me up, stepping away from Violet's stroller, and spinning me around as I laugh. Suddenly, my phone begins to ring. I sigh, Chandler putting me down so I can answer my phone. When I looked at the Caller ID I was confused, Andrew? "Hello?" I answered, and Andrew let out a sigh of relief. "Tia, thank god..." he said, and I began to tap my foot impatiently. I didn't like Andrew. "What do you need, sir?" I say, and Chandler wraps his arms around my stomach. I lean against him, the back of my head against his shoulder. "It's Shawn..." Andrew says, and I tense up. "What about Shawn?" I ask, and Chandler tightens his grip around me. They didn't completely like each other, but they got along for my sake. "He's... He's blacked out... on stage..." Andrew stutters, and I gasp. "Where is he?" I ask, and Andrew doesn't answer. "Andrew, where is he?" I ask again, starting to get mad. "H-He's on the tour bus..." Andrew whispers, and that's when I snap. You see, Andrew is scared of me. He knows that I could easily ruin him. I have a video of him singing and dancing to the Barbie Girl song, and Andrew knows I'll share it if he does something to hurt Shawn and doesn't fix it in about a week. Andrew knows that if the video gets out that he will no longer be respected or taken seriously, thus ruining both his and Shawn's careers. "Andrew Gertler, you better get Shawn off of that tour bus and to a hospital right now! Shawn could have a concussion, and you don't even know why he blacked out on stage! I know for a fact either you or Shawn would've gotten him off that stage if he was having an attack!" I yell into the phone, and Chandler flinches. Violet starts crying, and Chandler goes to soothe her. I walk away, trying to avoid scaring little Vi as much as possible. "Tia, I-I can't..." he tells me, and I go to FaceTime. When Andrew answers his hair was disheveled, and I was obviously angry. "So, tell me, Andrew... why can't you get Shawn to a hospital?" I ask, forcing calm over myself. The camera turns around, and you could see they were on an interstate. I clear my throat, "Why don't you find an exit... and then go to a hospital..." I say calmly, and Andrew was obviously worried. "I-I'll inform the driver now." Andrew says, and gets up, walking where I assume would be the front of the bus. "There's a change of plans, we're going to take Shawn to the hospital because of his blackout on stage." Andrew says to the driver, and I see him nod. Then I hear a few mumbles, something about a memorial, and then Andrew begins to walk off. "Good, now take me to see Shawn." I demand calmly, and Andrew starts walking towards the back of the bus. He opens the back door, and reveals Shawn sleeping under the covers. "Where are you headed, Andrew?" I asked, rubbing my thumb across the screen. Chandler new Shawn meant a lot to me, and he also knew my behavior towards Shawn wasn't romantic. "Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital, it's in Washington State." Andrew whispers, and I nod. "I'll do my best to be there as soon as possible." I say, rummaging through my purse. I was making sure I had my debit card. The Queen of England paid me for performing that one song, she gave me €80,805.47, which ended up converting to $100,000.00 in United States dollars. When I find my card I hang up on Andrew, going to download a flight app I had seen Shawn uses many times before. I walk back over to Chandler, placing my hand on his arm. "Hey, baby." I say, trying to figure out if I should just book a flight for me, or all three of us. I look up, deciding to ask him. Chandler was looking at me, obviously concerned. "I'm going to Washington State, they're taking Shawn to a hospital there. I was seeing if you and Violet wanted to come with me, at the very least fly there, and then fly to Atlanta." I ask, smiling hopefully at him. Chandler smiles at me, "I'll come with you to see Shawn. Let me transfer you some funds, that way you can get our tickets." Chandler says, and I shake my head. "My invite, my treat." I say, changing the ticket amount to two adults, and a seven month old baby. I pay for the tickets as Chandler argues with me about it, and then put my phone away. "Our flight leaves in six hours, and then we have a returning flight booked about a week away." I say, smiling. I scoop Vi into my arms, lifting her into the air. She giggles happily, and then I bring her closer to me, holding her on my hip as I gently attack her cheek with little kisses. The small baby giggled and laughed. I stopped, and then I smile at Violet, and then Chandler. "We should go pack." I say, turning so I was facing him. "But I call taking Violet with me to my house!" I say excitedly. Chandler chuckles, shaking his head. "Let's get the two of you in the car so we can get home and pack." Chandler says, and I smile at him. As Chandler pushes the empty stroller to the car I carry Violet. Chandler unlocks the car, opening the trunk. I open the back door, placing Vi in her car seat. I buckle her up, placing a kiss on her head before shutting the door and moving to the passenger front seat. I open the passenger door, climbing in. I buckle up, shutting the door before hand. I wait for Chandler, and he soon follows me. Chandler starts the car, and the radio begins to play. "You know I'm gonna turn her into a fangirl, right?" I giggle, listening to Violet laugh, clap, and gurgle as "There's Nothing Holding Me Back" plays on the radio. Chandler chuckles, "I know you are, just don't let her be the stalker kind." He tells me, and my eyes go wide. "Never in a million years would I ever do that." I tell him, being as serious as I could be. Chandler looks in his mirrors, putting the car in reverse as he does so. Chandler backs out of his parking spot, and we begin our ride home. Well, to my house. Chandler and I laughed and talked the entire way, as Vi quickly fell asleep on the way there.