I'm going to find it hard to end this story when the time comes, it's the last of a trilogy, which means the end of an era to me, it's kinda sad, not that it's ending soon, I'm just saying, it'll be hard, because I've grown used to the specific ways I've made the characters I created, and I'll miss writing Tamsin and Kirra so much, I've only thought about this because while I am writing the chapters I am forever planning the epilogue, I have quite a few notes on that in my plan book actually, some of it courtesy of Kerry, anyways, I'm going to stop going on about ending it and let you read before you get bored to death with my constant ranting before even reading the chapter, that would be bad.
Gabriella's POV
"Tammy, look what you left here," Lucille spoke up, distracting her from the argument she was having with Kirra over me.
"CAPPY CHAV," Tamsin squealed in excitement as he saw the doll that her grandmother was holding, "she the cappy of a BIG boat grandma, and she a pirate and I'm going to be a pirate when I'm bigger, daddy said that I can be ever I want to be,"
"That's wonderful, angel," Lucille answered as I smiled in thanks to her.
"You can come on my boat for free grandma, and Grandad too, and Nana and Grampy," Tamsin explained, getting even more exited bu the word.
"Who's getting you this boat then, Tam?" Jack asked her, the surprised look on her face made me wonder whether he was interacting with her in an attempt to annoy me.
"Daddy get me boat," Tamsin claimed, nodding wildly. "And Kirra be in crew, and mommy and daddy, and everyone else, and I be the boss, when we at daycare, they had boat, and I was cappy once, but we don't go there anymore, because mommy and daddy didn't like it, daddy said there was a silly lady there and she wasn't very nice,"
Lucille looked up at the pair of us questioningly at Tamsin's comments, we hadn't told any of our family about our reasons for taking them out of daycare, it didn't seem important, all that mattered was that we had.
"Did you know," Tamsin continued, "mommy love me and Kirra more than daddy, she told me so, and I love mommy more than daddy loves mommy, but daddy was being silly and he said he loved her more than anyone else, but he not, because I do,"
I smiled at my daughter's continuing conversation, she clearly didn't care if anyone was listening or not, she didn't seem to notice that we all were, except for Kirra, who had taken to kicking her father and laughing about it.
"Kirrybean, can you stop doing that?" he asked her after a while.
"Why?" she quizzed in response.
"Daddy doesn't like it," he reasoned, "it's not nice to kick,"
"Not kick," she insisted, "tap tap,"
"You're dancing are you?" he smiled at her as she nodded vigorously.
"Me see art Tayer?" she asked, clearly expecting us to answer immediately.
"Not today angel, but Nana's coming to look after you later," I told her.
"Why?" She quizzed.
"Because mommy and daddy are going out," I explained.
"Why?" she repeated.
"Because mommies and daddies go out sometimes," I added to try and answer her repetition.
"Why?" she continued using the same word.
"Because mommies and daddies sometimes need time off from the little children, no matter how much they love them," Troy cut in.
"Why?" Kirra repeated once more.
"Because we make them tired, stupid," Tamsin commented, trying to act older and wiser than she actually was.
"Not soopid," Kirra argued, "you soopid,"
"Nobody's stupid, girls," I told them, breaking up the battle before it could really begin.
"What about silly?" Tamsin piped up.
"We're all silly sometimes," Troy told her.
"Mommy's not silly," Tamsin decided, "not ever,"
"I'm silly sometimes," I told her, "like, when mommy and daddy fight, we're both being silly then aren't we?"
She nodded, "Like now?"
"We're not fighting now, sweetie," I tried, willing for her to stay quiet.
"You are, because you told me that sometimes daddy annoys you, and you were acting like you hated him, do you hate him?" Tamsin fought.
"I love daddy, Tammy, I have since I first met him, everyone has little fights, it doesn't mean they don't love eachother anymore," I explained, noticing the glare I had received from my father-in-law.
"So Uncle Chad and Auntie Taylor still love eachother?" Tamsin asked, looking to both Troy and I for an answer.
"What do you know about uncle Chad and auntie Taylor?" Troy asked her, clearly intrigued.
"Sophie told me that they argue sometimes, and that Uncle Chad is not telling the truth and it makes Auntie Taylor mad, then they fight more and then Uncle Chad leaves and he comes back in the morning with flowers," Tamsin rushed nonchalantly, "she said it makes her cry because she doesn't like it when they fight, I don't like it when you fight, but I don't cry because I'm a big girl, and Sophie should be a big girl because she's older than me,"
I sighed, partly as I realised that I had never really thought much about how my own marital fights affected the girls, I had to make that a priority now, they had to come before everything, every decision had to be based on them., but mainly because Taylor hadn't told me the true extent of her own issues, sure I'd known they were fighting, but I didn't know that he sometimes left at night over it.
I smiled at my own husband, realising that I'd been taking him for granted, he was given opportunities to play for other teams away from home plenty of times, he'd turned all the offers down because he wanted to stay close to home, close to us, he went to a few away games but if they meant he'd be away for more than a week he wouldn't go, I guess I just took him for granted because of that, he was around pretty much permanently, he was a brilliant dad to the girls, I couldn't really ask for anything else, I hadn't realised before that I had no idea why we had been fighting so much.
His parents were still giving us questioning looks, we hadn't told them about the fights, and nobody had spoken since Tamsin, Kirra was all but asleep on my lap, the room had fallen into silence.
"I told you marriage wasn't for you," Jack decided, "fighting in front of kids,"
"That's it," I heard Troy announce as he stood up, picking up Tamsin in the process as she struggled to keep hold of her doll, "we're leaving, come on Gabi,"
I just nodded, not really knowing what to say or do as I stood up, I hadn't seen him this angry in years, not since the whole Kevin/Kieran thing, and this anger was directed at his dad, something I didn't expect.
"We go home?" Tamsin asked me over his shoulder.
"I guess so," I answered, adjusting Kirra on my hip so she was in a more comfortable position.
I followed him out the door, listening as he said, "Seeya soon mom," but ignored his father completely.
As soon as we were all in the car I turned to him, "ok, so truthfully, what was that about?"
"Nothing," he stated, clearly angry.
"Why won't you tell me?" I asked curiously, knowing that normally he would tell me anything.
"Because you don't need to know," he answered.
"How am I meant to understand if you don't tell me?" I pointed out, expecting him to say he'd tell me later.
"DAMN IT GABI, DON'T PUSH ME ON THIS," he shouted, making me jump, I turned away from him, feeling tears pricking in my eyes that I knew would fall, he'd never shouted at me before, not like that.
"Gab?" he asked a few seconds later, clearly calmer, regret evident in his voice.
I refused to look at him, just stared at the paving slabs of the sidewalk.
"Gab?" he repeated, turning my head so I was facing him, "I'm sorry I yelled, I'm not mad at you, I was wrong to take it out on you, forgive me?"
His thumb was gently caressing my cheek, wiping away those few stray tears that had managed to fall.
I nodded and turned to face the girls in the back of the car, Kirra was crying, she'd been startled awake by his shouting, Tamsin was glaring at the back of his seat like she hated him. I sighed, turning back to face the front.
"Are we ok?" he asked me, still surveying my face.
I shook my head slightly, I didn't want the girls to see, but I didn't want him to think that he could shout like that and expect everything to be ok seconds later.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he started the car, setting off for home.
Isobel's POV"Isobel?" I heard a male voice ask behind me, "Isobel Travers?"
I turned to face its source, knowing that it was a voice I recognised, a voice I'd been dreading hearing again ever since my sister had explained everything.
"Kieran Sanchez," I greeted, "as I live and breathe,"
"I guess you want to know why I'm here," he sighed.
"It'd be a start," I agreed.
"I need to apologise to your sister," he started, "after everything that happened in high school I figured that I owe it to her, especially now we're older and wiser, mature enough to deal with it."
"She won't see you," I told him, "she still hates you,"
"That's why I came to you first, I need your help," he admitted.
"Why would I help you?" I snapped, "that would mean betraying my own sister, and I won't do that,"
"I don't know," he told me truthfully, "I know you have more reasons not to help, but I can pay you to help if that's what it will take, I just need the chance to apologise,"
The look in his eye told me what chance he really wanted, "forget it, she's married, happily married with two kids, your nothing to her, you really think she'd even consider that even if she wasn't married, you tried to kill her,"
"Married?" he repeated, "to who?"
"You've met him," I pointed out, "he never liked you much either, you told me that,"
"You mean she married…" he began.
"Troy Bolton," I cut him off, "Yeah, I always knew that would last, I bet you were hoping it wouldn't,"
"Why wouldn't Kate tell me that?" he asked himself.
"Probably because she didn't want you gate crashing the wedding," I snapped, "I'll show you the DVD if you like, mom insisted on recording it, infact, you may be able to convince me to burn you a copy, I know how much you'll love being able to repeatedly watch my sister kiss another man, the love of her life as she puts it, on her wedding day, that you weren't given the chance to ruin,"
"You really are a spiteful girl, you know that?" he questioned in reply.
"I am so not burning you that disc," I told him, "and I'm not helping you talk to Gabi, I don't want you wrecking her life more than you already have."
He shook his head as he turned and sauntered off, I watched him until he was out of sight, automatically deciding that I had to tell someone, and the only option was my biological father, he was the only one that truly understood the danger that Kieran could be, sure my parents tried, but from what Kieran himself had told me, my father had experienced it.
I turned and began jogging in the opposite direction of my home, to the place where I knew that Kevin Montez lived; the same question kept running through my head, what had I done?
I think that's been my longest chapter of this story for a while, the last chapter of making it right was just that little bit longer, hopefully I'll update soon, but my friend keeps insisting that I update making it right every day, that's why I haven't updated this story or getting through in a while, because she's been pestering me into updating making it right, which is doing awesomely well review-wise (like ten or eleven each chapter), let's get this one up to it's standards.
I know that it's a bit of a cliffy, with Isobel going to see Kevin, the Troyella fight that i didn't actually resolve, and Tamsin letting slip the intensity of the Chaylor problems, but that was all intentional, i decided that the story was getting a little bit too fluffy for my liking, so i had to add a little drama to make it more interesting and fun to write.
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