Dreamer

Chapter Thirteen

Tia's POV

I was pacing the floor of Chandler's house, wracking my brain. I was confused. How could I legally end up with Violet? I'm seventeen! I'm not even related to Violet. Chandler walks in the room, and I walk over to him. "Tia, I still haven't heard anything." He says, and I tap my foot impatiently, giving him a look. "Chandler, why am I in this? I love Violet as if she were my own, but there's still something you need to consider. You're nineteen, and I'm still seventeen." I remind him, throwing my hands up. "I don't know, okay? I honestly don't. She asked to speak with you, and now you're in this." Chandler said, and I cut my eyes at him. "Did she even ask you how old I was? Cause I don't believe she asked me." I stated, crossing my arms across my chest. "No, she didn't." Chandler said, sighing and running his hand through his hair. Normally Vi would start crying in these moments, distracting us from whatever we were arguing about for us to remember what was truly important. The well being of the baby. Seeing as though social services had her right now, we didn't have that reminder. "Chandler, I miss our baby girl." I say, tears welling up in my eyes. He hugged me close, and I hugged back. "When did she become our baby girl? I thought she was my daughter." Chandler asked, his voice cracking. "I just told everyone that so they wouldn't think she was biologically mine. She isn't, but I don't want everyone thinking she was." I explained, but still I felt guilty. "What was it you said about moms and mothers?" Chandler asked, messing with my hair. "There's a difference between being a mom and a mother. A mother is someone who has the child. She gives birth to him or her. She doesn't care for the child or raise it. A mom takes care of the child. She raises him or her, and cares about the child." I explain, and Chandler hugs me closer. "You're Violet's mom, even if Brianna is her mother." Chandler assured me, and I smile as I hug him closer. "I love you, Chandler." I tell him, and he picks me up and places me on a nearby counter. Chandler pecks my lips. "I love you, Tia." He tells me, and I smile. Suddenly, both of our phones buzz. I grab mine, pulling up my email. It was from the social worker.

      Dear Ms. LaFoy, Ms. Maphis, Mr. Mendes and Mr. Riggs,

I have spoken with Judge Martin. He has the evidence I have collected, and is currently reviewing each piece meticulously. He has considered each of your situations, reviewed each of your schedules, and has decided that court will commence on the 6th of August at 10:00 in the morning at The City of Los Angeles Court House. If you fail to be present on this day then your chance of gaining custody of Violet Riggs will be terminated permanently.
Sincerely,
Grace Middleton

I look over at Chandler, confused as I could possibly be. She spoke with Shawn? "Did you know about this?" I asked Chandler, and he looked at me, also confused. "I didn't have a clue." He told me, coming closer to wrap his arm around me. I leaned back against him, and we both began to sway. I began to hum, a piece of a verse to a song popping in my head. I softly began to sing it. "I know I've been away... and I know I've left you feeling like you're out of place... oh-... oh-..." I pull away from Chandler, grabbing my journal from my bag along with a pencil. "That's the intro I needed!" I say quickly, my boyfriend looking confused. "The song I've been humming." I tell him, smiling. He just nods his head, not as confused, but still confused. I write down what I had sang, then I sing what I have. "I know I've been away... and I know I left you feeling like... your out of place... Oh-... Oh-... But I need you to know...Just hold me close
Hold me tight
Don't you know it'll be alright?
I know it's such a fright,
But hold me close
Hold me tight
I know everything will be alright
I love you so
Don't you know?
I love you so
I love you so
I know I've been away
Out of reach
But don't you know?
I love you so
Hold me close
So I won't go
Hold me close
So this moment won't go
Hold me close,
I love you so" I sing, then I stop. I sigh, scribbling down a spot for the bridge. I sit there, thinking. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't quite piece it together. "Ah, ha!" I said, quickly scribbling it down, then editing the chorus. "Tia?" Chandler asked, his tone timid and confused. "Hmm?" I ask, creating a place for the exit. "What are you doing?" He asked me, and I smiled, giggling. "I'm writing a song." I inform him, trying to think of a way to form the lines for the exit. I smiled, writing down the last three lines. "Will you sing the whole thing for me when you finish it?" He asked, obviously interested. "I actually just finished it." I tell him. I grab the journal, spinning around to look at him. I began to sing it, smiling as I share my newest piece with my favorite person. "I know I've been away... and I know I left you feeling like... your out of place... Oh-... Oh-... But I need you to know...Just hold me close
Hold me tight
Don't you know it'll be alright?
I know it's such a fright,
But hold me close
Hold me tight
I know everything will be alright
I love you so
Don't you know?
I love you so
I love you so
I know I've been away
Out of reach
But don't you know?
I love you so
Hold me close
So I won't go
Hold me close
So this moment won't go
Hold me close,
I love you so
I can hear you
I can hear you
And I know you
And I know you
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
I said
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
I love you so,
Don't let go,
Let this moment live forever.
Hold on tight,
Hold on tight.
But I need you to know...
I love you so
Don't you know?
I love you so
I love you so
I know I've been away
Out of reach
But don't you know?
I love you so
Hold me close
So I won't go
Hold me close
So this moment won't go
Hold me close,
I love you so
Just hold me close
Hold me tight
Don't you know it'll be alright?
I know it's such a fright,
But hold me close
Hold me tight
I know everything will be alright
So hold on tight...
Don't forget I love you so...
Don't... let... me go..." I finished up, smiling at my work. "Woah..." Chandler said, flabbergasted. I giggle, closing the book. "I assume you like it." I say, putting the journal in my bag. "You should record that song." Chandler told me, and I frowned. "I can't sing." I say, refusing to even try. I new I couldn't sing, and I didn't even want to make an effort.