Dreamer

Chapter 11

Tia's POV

I take a deep breath, trying to hide my sweaty, shaky hands.  Chandler wrapped his arm around my shoulders, hugging me close. I relax slightly, smiling anxiously at Chandler. He smiles gently at me, kissing my forehead. I close my eyes, playing the lyrics to the one song that helps me relax over again in my head. Help me... It's like my walls are caving in. Sometimes I feel like giving up, but I just can't... It isn't in my blood... I take one more deep breath, and then start walking over to Andrew. He was signing some papers in a black folder. Also on the table was what I presumed to be coffee and what looked like half of a turkey sandwich. There was only one other chair at his corner table, so as we made our way over I brought a chair with me to sit in. Chandler and I sat across from Andrew, waiting for him to notice us. When he didn't after a few moments I grabbed my phone, pulling the video up. Once I do Chandler clears his throat, and Andrew speaks up. "I know the two of you were there, I just didn't care." Andrew says, placing his pen down and and taking a sip of his coffee. It was coffee, I could smell it. It was strong, more than likely black. "Well, then you know why my girlfriend and I are here." Chandler says, sliding his phone across the table. There was a picture of a screenshot of the twitter post scrawled across the screen. The tweet was a picture of Shawn and I cuddling, and the written post with it said: Aren't the two of them cute? Tia flew out from L.A. just to see him. Even drug her daughter with her. Chandler followed just to make sure Violet got taken care of. Andrew just merely glanced at the image, then went back to reading through his documents. "Your point?" He asked, and glanced at us. "Fix it." I demand, placing my phone next to Chandler's. "You actually have the video?" Andrew asked, shocked, closing the folder. "Why would I bluff?" I asked him, leaning against my forearms on the table. Chandler copies my actions, and Andrew slips the folder into his bag at his feet. "What do you want me to do?" Andrew asks, sighing. "Send our a different tweet. Tell everyone you hadn't completely had your facts straight, and apologize. I'll then respond to your tweet, telling you I forgive you, and Chandler will do the same. I'll fill Shawn in and have him do so as well." I explain, bouncing my knee under the table as I do my best to control my anxiety. Andrew pulls his phone out of his pocket, doing as I asked. Once he types it up he hands me his phone to revise it. It read: I apologize everyone. I assumed things and didn't have my facts straight in my tweet about Shawn, Tia, Violet, and Chandler. Chandler and Tia are together, not Shawn and Chandler. I look back up at Andrew, sighing. "Violet isn't my daughter. Don't forget to add that." I say, handing him his phone back. "She isn't?" He asks, and I almost face palm. "I am a virgin." I state firmly, Andrew just nods, adding something. I then revised it again, and it was the same thing, except with the added sentences: Violet is also not Tia's daughter. She is Chandler's. I nod, posting it. "I believe we're done here." Chandler says, and I hand Andrew his phone. "I do believe so." I say, pushing my chair back and standing up. I took a deep breath, pushing my hair back. I pick my phone up off the table, sliding it into my pocket. Chandler copies my actions, then wraps his arm around my waist. He gently grasps my hand, noticing I was shaking. I clear my throat once more, and we leave. Once the cafeteria doors close behind us I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and Chandler latched onto me. I held on tight, finally letting myself shake. He began to rock me slowly, gently running his fingers through my hair. "It's okay, Tia. It's over now." Chandler said softly, and I nodded. "How about we go check on Violet and Shawn?" I ask, looking up at Chandler. He nods, smiling at me. I smile back, pulling away enough for me to grab his hands.

As Chandler and I walk in Dr. Karev had Violet in his arms with blood on his coat, and she was wailing. Chandler and I ran over to them, asking what was going on, but he wouldn't stop yelling at Shawn long enough to tell us. "Enough!" I yell, silencing everyone. I take Violet from Karev, holding the gauze over her head. "Now calm down, the both of you, and tell us what happened to Chandler's daughter!" I demand, rocking her. Shawn spoke up first, causing us to look at him. "Not long after you guys left I was playing with Violet, holding her up in the air like we usually do. Then my arms gave out and started spazzing, and Violet fell out of my arms and hit her head on the floor." And then Karev spoke, and we all looked at him. "I was passing by when it happened. I came rushing in, and I asked him what he was doing with her. Her head was bleeding when I picked her up, and my first thought was he threw her." He said, sighing. We all looked down at Violet, who was still fussing and crying from the pain. I was cradling her like she was still a newborn. "How old is she?" Karev asks,  and Chandler finally speaks up. "Seven months." He says, coming closer to his baby girl. "I hope you don't mind me asking... but aren't the two of you, I don't know, a little... young to be parents?" Karev asks, handing us a new gauze bandage to put over her head. "I'm not Violet's mother, I'm just Chandler's girlfriend. I've helped him raise her though, so I care for Violet like she's my own. I'm 17 almost 18, and Chandler just turned 19 three weeks back." I answer for Chandler and I, and Chandler hugs Violet and I close from behind. "I'm sorry for assuming, but the two of you look so much alike." Karev says, and I nod. "Most people think she's mine. It's okay." I say, and look down at Violet. She was almost asleep, and the bleeding seems to have slowed down. "Do you mind if I take a look at her, see if she needs stitches... uh, and Chandler... is it?" Karev asks, and Chandler nods. "Yeah, it's Chandler, Chandler Riggs... um, my daughter's name is Violet Riggs..." He says, clearing his throat. "I'll come with you... just to be safe. Violet doesn't like strangers." He says, and begins to come around to take Violet from me. Chandler's phone begins to ring, and he pulls it out of his pocket. "Babe, can you go with Violet? I need to take this. It's my lawyer." He says, and I nod. Chandler answers the phone, stepping into the hall. I follow Karev out of Shawn's room, but not without one more peek at Shawn. He was in tears, and his hands and arms wouldn't stop twitching.