Making It (On Hold Indefinitely)

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Taylor isn't a big fan of me dragging him out of bed before seven in the morning. He complains about the sun not even being up and the birds still sleeping all the way into the bathroom and only shuts up when I turn on the shower. While he complies I can tell that he's still not happy about it but I promise him food after a long hour of being in the shower together.

He helps blow dry my hair only because I'm too lazy to do it myself and it's actually quite relaxing. His fingers following the comb of the dryer as he dries my hair. Though my relaxation doesn't last too long as he starts to flinch because of the heat being left behind on my gold strands .

After we're dressed and ready for the day I actually drag him out the house. The morning chill is still in the air and it isn't too hot and together we walk down the street to the diner. While it isn't as good as where I work, it's a closer distance and Taylor can't leave me behind if he gets mad and leaves – which will most likely happen.

"You're treating me to breakfast?" Taylor questions as he pulls open the glass door and holds it open with his arm above my  head. I press my lips together and nod my head. No way was I ruining this 'surprise'.

When I step through the threshold I turn to face Taylor and immediately I notice his stoic expression. His face is hard, unreadable, blank. My heart hammers against my chest and I reach for him but before I could pull him inside someone's brushing by him and snapping him out of his trance. I barely blink before he's turning the other direction and heading back down the sidewalk to our apartment.

I glance over at Laurel who was standing up from her booth with a saddened expression and I throw her an apologetic look before chasing after her son.

"Taylor!" I call after him and he keeps marching down the side walk. "Taylor-tot wait!" When I finally catch up to him I silently thank Austin for texting me to go out and run during the summer and circle my fingers around Taylor's wrist.

He turns around but it's violent and I have to step back to avoid accidentally getting hit by his arm as he snatches away from me. Anger is written all over my boyfriends face and it hurts me. Both physically and emotionally. I try to catch my breath and he stares at me, waiting for me to say something. But then . .

"How could you?" He speaks, voice broken and face softening just slightly. I open my mouth to apologize but he cuts me off. "I ask you to do one thing. One thing and you still go behind my back and do that!" He flings his arm in the direction of the diner and I once again have to move out of it's way.

He's hurt. It's written all over his face.

"You know why I can't just let this go." I mutter softly, hopefully expressing how important this was to me in my features. Taylor needed his mother. He needed to be there for her. "You already have a rocky relationship with your father–"

"At least he stayed!" I flinch at the tone of his voice and the fire in his eyes. Immediately he notices and recoils into himself. Smothering that fire and taking a deep breath. "He stayed." He says in a more calmer tone.

"Yes, he stayed, but your mother she continued to love you. She wanted to be apart of your life Taylor. If you could just  –"

"Let. It. Go." He grits through his teeth, gripping me by the chin and holding my gaze steady as he lowers to meet mine. "Charlotte I love you with all my heart but please, for once. Just let this go."

I want to say yes. I want to nod my head and promise him I'd never trick him like that again. I want to promise him that I'd finally let this go. But I can't.