A Christmas To Remember
Chapter 20: Lydia's Departure
When Tailor got to April's apartment door she saw Lydia just coming out. Lydia gave a hard stare at Tailor but then it softened. Tailor noticed that she had a cigarette in her hand. Gross.
"Hello, Tailor darling!"
"Er, hey", Tailor said, taking a step towards the door. "Where are you going?" Be polite, be polite, be polite, she repeated to herself.
"Oh, I have a major project to do at work, so I'm leaving for a few weeks. My suitcases are in a hotel at the end of the city". Lydia inhaled her cigarette and blew out the smoke, right in Tailor's face.
Tailor let out a cough, but she was relived. "Ok then, bye".
"Bye darling!" Lydia said.
Tailor grabbed hold of the door handle. "Oh and don't you know", she said, turning back to Lydia. "That every FAG (she didn't want to use a posh word in front of this bimbo) that you have it takes up a minute of your life. In your case, in that minute you could . . . umm, let's think . . . oh, I dunno . . . paint your nails!"
Lydia looked at her, shocked, the cigarette smoking away in her hand.
"Well . . . bye!" Tailor said cheerfully and walked in the apartment, slamming the door behind her, proud with her remark.
"Hate her, hate her, hate her", Tailor chanted when she walked inside. She walked over to the counter and switched on the kettle. "If I have to try and be nice to her, I swear . . . I'll die . . . I'll drop dead".
"Oh, I wouldn't want you to do that", said a voice behind her.
Tailor jumped and quickly spun around. "Dad, you scared me".
Tony smiled at her. Tailor knew that he was mad at her. He was still dressed in his blue jeans and white t-shirt, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Tailor grabbed her plait at the back of her head and started twisting it in her fingers.
Tony kept his smile fixed on his face and he shook his head. "Sorry if I scared you", he said.
Tailor sighed and dropped her plait out of her hands. "No, dad, it's me who's sorry", the kettle let off a 'click' and Tailor grabbed it, pouring hot water into her cup. "Want one?" she asked her dad.
"No thanks".
Tailor put the kettle back on its holder. "Like I said, it's me who's sorry, dad. I wasn't very polite to Lydia".
"Indeed, you wasn't", Tony sat himself on a stool and stared at his daughter.
Tailor chucked her tea bag away and perched herself on the stool opposite her dad. She sipped a bit of her tea and looked around. "Where's April and Casey?"
"They said they've gone to see some old friends".
Mutant turtles, don't you mean? Tailor thought.
"Oh, how long is Lydia out of town for?"
"How did you know Lydia was out of town?"
"I saw her outside", Tailor gave her dad a small smile.
"What did you say?"
"I . . . sorta . . . kinda . . . said that she shouldn't smoke . . . that every cigarette she smokes it would take a minute up of her life . . . and in that minute she could be painting her nails".
Her dad raised his eyebrows at her but said nothing.
Tailor lifted her arms up innocently. "I was giving her a history lesson", she said in her sweet voice.
"I take it you don't like Lydia", Tony said.
"Duh", Tailor mumbled, under her breath.
"Heard that", Tony smiled. "Look, Tailor, you know that sometime in my life I have to move on. Your mothers been gone a year now and she would want us to move on, because nothing -."
" - Can take mama's place in your heart", Tailor finished for him, having learned this phrase off by heart. "No one would ever take over mama's spirit, because she's alive and looking over us . . . I know dad".
"See? What's your problem then?"
Tailor sighed. "Lydia . . . just that . . . she isn't my style. She isn't mum, I guess. She buys her way through dresses and make-up and that just isn't me, dad".
"I thought so . . . that's why I've ended it with her".
"Wha' . . .?"
"It don't matter, Tailor. I guess in a way you helped me realised that she wasn't my type, either. When she saw you outside, she probably didn't want you suspecting anything so she made up some excuse -."
" - Going away to work", Tailor said, hands wrapped around her cup.
"Right, well, I realised that she wouldn't be a good mother for you. So I ended it".
"Because of MOI?" Tailor asked, tearfully.
"Of course not, sweetie"
Tailor bit her lip to stop herself from crying. "But, basically, I ended your relationship with Lydia . . . I'm sorry dad".
"Hey, don't you worry about it", Tony reached over and pulled a strand of hair away from Tailor's face. He rested his hand on her cheek and smiled. "Me and you will spend some quality time together before we go back . . . how about going ice skating?"
Tailor opened her eyes wide in excitement. "Totally".
"Great", Tony nodded. "Now ring Elliot, they always say three's a crowd but not in my book".
//
When Raph got back to his home April and Casey were already there. Knowing that Tailor was spending time with her dad and maybe Lydia, Raph didn't ask where she was.
"Yo April, Casey", Raph nodded and sat down on the sofa.
April and Casey shared the sofa with him and Splinter sat in his armchair. His other brothers sat on the floor, eyes fixed on the T.V.
"Where have you been, Raphael?" Splinter asked him, leaning over the arm of his chair to meet his son's eyes.
The other's had their gaze on the T.V so Raph whispered to his master: "I was just walking around Master Splinter. I bumped into Tailor and she was upset so I had to calm her down before watching her leave".
"Why was she upset, my son?" Splinter asked.
"Something to do with her dad bringing home a new girlfriend. Also the fact that she was upset about leaving . . . she said she'd come round 'ere tomorrow".
"Anything else, my son?"
Raph shrugged. "Not that I know of"
"Yo Raph! Hangman?" Mikey chirped up, before Splinter could ask his son anything else.
Raph gave a small smile. "Sure Mikey, but I get Donnie".
"Wha'. . .?" Donnie asked, looking from the T.V. "Why do I have to be on your side? Maybe I want to be with Mikey".
"Because you're a brain-e-ack", Raph said, smiling. "I call dibs on you anyway, so you can't object".
"Fine!" Donnie said.
"Ok . . . then I get Leo", Mikey said. "Then Casey and April can team against the winners, ok?"
"Ok", everyone answered.
"You playing, Master?" Leo asked.
"No thank you, Leonardo", Splinter answered. "I get enough entertainment watching you play".
//
"Umm", Mikey looked over the piece of paper Donnie had given him. It was now 4 to Raph and Donnie and 2 to Leo and Mikey. They all agreed that the first person to win 5 would win.
A _ _ h _ t e r _
"Put an 'S' in, Donnie", Leo said. Mikey was still gazing in confusion at the paper while Leo was guessing all the letters.
"You've only got 4 lives left, Leo", Donnie said, putting the letter in and handing it back to his brother.
A _ s h _ t e r _
"What about an 'N'? . . . I can't think of anything else to go with the 'A' . . . and even Leo can't", Mikey smiled his cute smile.
"Sorry buddy, only 3 lives left", Donnie drew a leg on the stick figure of the diagram. All he had to do now was wait for a leg and two more arms, and then he and Raph would have won.
Leo smiled just then and looked up. "Ai shiteru"
"Damn", Raph said. "Trust him to know all the Japanese".
"What's it mean?" Mikey asked.
"Means 'I love you', Mikey", Donnie said.
"Aww", Mikey said, smiling. "I love you too, Donnie".
Donnie smiled and shook his head. "Ok, your turn", he handed the paper over to his two brothers and waited while they discussed what word to have.
"Ok, got it", Leo said, handing the paper to Raph and Donnie.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _
"Ok, erm, 'A'", Donnie suggested.
"Yup, and 'E'", Raph said.
Leo took the paper back and put in the letters. He gave it back to Raph and Donnie, smiling at them.
_ _ _ _ _ _ a _ _ / _ _ / _ _ _ _ e / _ a _ e
"How about a 'H'?" Raph asked, jumping straight into any letter.
H _ _ _ h _ a _ _ / _ _ / _ _ _ _ e / _ a _ e
"Erm, 'N'", Raph said glancing at Donnie. "You gonna take a guess?"
"Nope", Donnie answered, smiling.
Leo smiled while putting the letters in. He gave the paper back to Raph.
H _ n _ h _ a _ _ / _ _ / N _ _ _ e / _ a _ e
"Erm, how about a -."
" - Hunchback Of Notre Dame", Donnie blurted out.
"Wha' . . .?" Mikey said, stunned.
Leo just shrugged and put it in. "Great, you and Raph can team against April and Casey now. Take it easy, don't overdo your brain, Donnie".
Donnie smiled. "Moi? Never".
"Cheat", Mikey mumbled.
"Do not!" Donnie said, hearing the remark.
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!" Mikey stuck his tongue out at his brother.
"Do too!" Donnie smiled.
"Do not!"
"Ah ha! Gotcha again!"
"Not fair!" Mikey leaned against the chair and folded his arms.
//
"Yah hah!!" Mikey shouted.
"Nah ah!!" Donnie shouted back.
"Yah hah!!"
"Nah ah!!"
"Yah hahhhhh!!"
"Nah ahhhhh!!"
"Ok, enough guys!!" Leo came in between Mikey and Donnie. They were sitting both opposite ends of the kitchen table, staring at each other. A pizza slice lay in the middle on a plate.
"Donnie says I can't have it", Mikey moaned.
"You've already had 6 slices".
"I can have another one!" Mikey argued.
"Nah ah!!"
"Yah hah!!"
"Nah ah!!"
"Yah -."
"Ok stop!" Leo glared angrily at his brothers but on the inside he was smiling. Donnie and Mikey always fought over something. "There's a reasonable way to handle this".
Leo clapped his hands. "Raph!"
Raph walked in the kitchen and smiled. It was the usual Donnie vs. Mikey over-the-last-pizza-slice gig. Raph, grinning, walked over to the table and grabbed the pizza.
Smiling, he walked out, taking the warm pizza with him and giving Leo a 'high-three' on the way.
"See?" Leo said, smiling. "Problem solved".
He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Donnie and Mikey to stare at the empty table.
"This is all your fault", Mikey said sadly.
"Nah ah!" Donnie argued.
"Yah hah!"
"Nah ah!"
"Yah hah!"
"Nah ah!" . . .
//
. . . "Y-Yah hah".
"Nah ah!"
"Yah hah . . . I give up . . . truce?"
Donnie's smile widened. "Ha, I win!"
But Mikey wasn't listening . . . he had fallen asleep in an instant with his head resting on the kitchen table.
//
"Yo, Tailor, duck!"
Tailor bent down and Elliot skated straight over her.
"Watch it! I'm skating over 'ere!" Tailor shouted playfully. Her dad had taken a break and was watching them from the café at the side of the arena.
The ice stadium was right next to the cinema. Tailor and her dad had picked up Elliot and had gone straight there. Only half an hour of skating had passed, and Tailor was having the time of her life. It was fun spending time with her dad, but Elliot gave it that extra little bit of excitement.
The stadium went in a huge circle. It was hardly busy, since people got use to going everyday, either that, or, they were broke. Now there was Tailor, her dad, Elliot and a few more kids from different schools.
"Yo, O'Neill!" Tailor turned round and came face to face with Elliot. He stumbled into her and fell on the floor.
Tailor laughed. "You shouldn't go so fast!"
Elliot stuck his tongue out at her from the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Tailor could see her dad laughing under his breath at Elliot.
Tailor extended her hand. "Maybe you should slow down".
Elliot grabbed her hand and heaved himself up. "Slow down?" He asked, still keeping hold of her hand. "Coming from a girl who runs to the cinema and back?"
Tailor smiled. "The only reason I'm not going fast", she argued. "Is because of my foot". Which was true. She had to ring Donnie to ask him if it was ok if she could go.
"Sure", Donnie had said. "Just take it slow".
Tailor had spent most of her time just skating around the whole stadium with Elliot following close behind.
Elliot smiled at her. "Wanna have a skate round?"
Tailor nodded. "Sure, it's what we're here for".
Elliot let go of her hand and they both skated around the stadium, sometimes going fast and sometimes going slow. Tailor loved ice-skating, but her foot let her down a little since she couldn't go as fast, after a few minutes she headed over to one of the benches at the side of the circle for a break.
"You ok?" Elliot asked, skating up to her.
"Taking a break", she answered. "Don't wanna overdo it".
Elliot nodded. "Ok".
"Not like me to stop, is it?" She asked him, grinning.
Elliot shook his head. "No, but don't worry, I don't mind".
//
Tony watched his daughter from the side of the stadium and smiled. Tailor was so young, yet so full of energy. Ever since she could walk she use to run around the house, trying to reach things or trying to do a roly-poly. When she went to her first gym lesson her face glowed with excitement.
Tony sighed a little. He knew Tailor would be upset to go back to India, but he had no choice but to take her. She was his daughter and India was their home.
Elliot would come and visit of course, Tony thought, watching Elliot sit on the bench next to Tailor. He was always there for her. Tony was a best friend to his mum, which he had to see before he went. Tony smiled. It was amazing how well Elliot and Tailor got along.
//
"You ok now?" Elliot asked.
"Fine", Tailor said. She got up and grabbed Elliot's hands. "C'mon, I came here to skate and I ain't gonna stop now . . . Yo dad!" Tailor shouted. "C'mon. You're missing out!"
Tony smiled from his table and got up, leaving some money and a tip and his thoughts behind. Let Tailor enjoy what time she has left here, he thought, it was the least he could do for her.
//
(Finishing this one. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy! As usual - thanking you individually! Love ya : ) - as always!)
Chapter 20: Lydia's Departure
When Tailor got to April's apartment door she saw Lydia just coming out. Lydia gave a hard stare at Tailor but then it softened. Tailor noticed that she had a cigarette in her hand. Gross.
"Hello, Tailor darling!"
"Er, hey", Tailor said, taking a step towards the door. "Where are you going?" Be polite, be polite, be polite, she repeated to herself.
"Oh, I have a major project to do at work, so I'm leaving for a few weeks. My suitcases are in a hotel at the end of the city". Lydia inhaled her cigarette and blew out the smoke, right in Tailor's face.
Tailor let out a cough, but she was relived. "Ok then, bye".
"Bye darling!" Lydia said.
Tailor grabbed hold of the door handle. "Oh and don't you know", she said, turning back to Lydia. "That every FAG (she didn't want to use a posh word in front of this bimbo) that you have it takes up a minute of your life. In your case, in that minute you could . . . umm, let's think . . . oh, I dunno . . . paint your nails!"
Lydia looked at her, shocked, the cigarette smoking away in her hand.
"Well . . . bye!" Tailor said cheerfully and walked in the apartment, slamming the door behind her, proud with her remark.
"Hate her, hate her, hate her", Tailor chanted when she walked inside. She walked over to the counter and switched on the kettle. "If I have to try and be nice to her, I swear . . . I'll die . . . I'll drop dead".
"Oh, I wouldn't want you to do that", said a voice behind her.
Tailor jumped and quickly spun around. "Dad, you scared me".
Tony smiled at her. Tailor knew that he was mad at her. He was still dressed in his blue jeans and white t-shirt, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Tailor grabbed her plait at the back of her head and started twisting it in her fingers.
Tony kept his smile fixed on his face and he shook his head. "Sorry if I scared you", he said.
Tailor sighed and dropped her plait out of her hands. "No, dad, it's me who's sorry", the kettle let off a 'click' and Tailor grabbed it, pouring hot water into her cup. "Want one?" she asked her dad.
"No thanks".
Tailor put the kettle back on its holder. "Like I said, it's me who's sorry, dad. I wasn't very polite to Lydia".
"Indeed, you wasn't", Tony sat himself on a stool and stared at his daughter.
Tailor chucked her tea bag away and perched herself on the stool opposite her dad. She sipped a bit of her tea and looked around. "Where's April and Casey?"
"They said they've gone to see some old friends".
Mutant turtles, don't you mean? Tailor thought.
"Oh, how long is Lydia out of town for?"
"How did you know Lydia was out of town?"
"I saw her outside", Tailor gave her dad a small smile.
"What did you say?"
"I . . . sorta . . . kinda . . . said that she shouldn't smoke . . . that every cigarette she smokes it would take a minute up of her life . . . and in that minute she could be painting her nails".
Her dad raised his eyebrows at her but said nothing.
Tailor lifted her arms up innocently. "I was giving her a history lesson", she said in her sweet voice.
"I take it you don't like Lydia", Tony said.
"Duh", Tailor mumbled, under her breath.
"Heard that", Tony smiled. "Look, Tailor, you know that sometime in my life I have to move on. Your mothers been gone a year now and she would want us to move on, because nothing -."
" - Can take mama's place in your heart", Tailor finished for him, having learned this phrase off by heart. "No one would ever take over mama's spirit, because she's alive and looking over us . . . I know dad".
"See? What's your problem then?"
Tailor sighed. "Lydia . . . just that . . . she isn't my style. She isn't mum, I guess. She buys her way through dresses and make-up and that just isn't me, dad".
"I thought so . . . that's why I've ended it with her".
"Wha' . . .?"
"It don't matter, Tailor. I guess in a way you helped me realised that she wasn't my type, either. When she saw you outside, she probably didn't want you suspecting anything so she made up some excuse -."
" - Going away to work", Tailor said, hands wrapped around her cup.
"Right, well, I realised that she wouldn't be a good mother for you. So I ended it".
"Because of MOI?" Tailor asked, tearfully.
"Of course not, sweetie"
Tailor bit her lip to stop herself from crying. "But, basically, I ended your relationship with Lydia . . . I'm sorry dad".
"Hey, don't you worry about it", Tony reached over and pulled a strand of hair away from Tailor's face. He rested his hand on her cheek and smiled. "Me and you will spend some quality time together before we go back . . . how about going ice skating?"
Tailor opened her eyes wide in excitement. "Totally".
"Great", Tony nodded. "Now ring Elliot, they always say three's a crowd but not in my book".
//
When Raph got back to his home April and Casey were already there. Knowing that Tailor was spending time with her dad and maybe Lydia, Raph didn't ask where she was.
"Yo April, Casey", Raph nodded and sat down on the sofa.
April and Casey shared the sofa with him and Splinter sat in his armchair. His other brothers sat on the floor, eyes fixed on the T.V.
"Where have you been, Raphael?" Splinter asked him, leaning over the arm of his chair to meet his son's eyes.
The other's had their gaze on the T.V so Raph whispered to his master: "I was just walking around Master Splinter. I bumped into Tailor and she was upset so I had to calm her down before watching her leave".
"Why was she upset, my son?" Splinter asked.
"Something to do with her dad bringing home a new girlfriend. Also the fact that she was upset about leaving . . . she said she'd come round 'ere tomorrow".
"Anything else, my son?"
Raph shrugged. "Not that I know of"
"Yo Raph! Hangman?" Mikey chirped up, before Splinter could ask his son anything else.
Raph gave a small smile. "Sure Mikey, but I get Donnie".
"Wha'. . .?" Donnie asked, looking from the T.V. "Why do I have to be on your side? Maybe I want to be with Mikey".
"Because you're a brain-e-ack", Raph said, smiling. "I call dibs on you anyway, so you can't object".
"Fine!" Donnie said.
"Ok . . . then I get Leo", Mikey said. "Then Casey and April can team against the winners, ok?"
"Ok", everyone answered.
"You playing, Master?" Leo asked.
"No thank you, Leonardo", Splinter answered. "I get enough entertainment watching you play".
//
"Umm", Mikey looked over the piece of paper Donnie had given him. It was now 4 to Raph and Donnie and 2 to Leo and Mikey. They all agreed that the first person to win 5 would win.
A _ _ h _ t e r _
"Put an 'S' in, Donnie", Leo said. Mikey was still gazing in confusion at the paper while Leo was guessing all the letters.
"You've only got 4 lives left, Leo", Donnie said, putting the letter in and handing it back to his brother.
A _ s h _ t e r _
"What about an 'N'? . . . I can't think of anything else to go with the 'A' . . . and even Leo can't", Mikey smiled his cute smile.
"Sorry buddy, only 3 lives left", Donnie drew a leg on the stick figure of the diagram. All he had to do now was wait for a leg and two more arms, and then he and Raph would have won.
Leo smiled just then and looked up. "Ai shiteru"
"Damn", Raph said. "Trust him to know all the Japanese".
"What's it mean?" Mikey asked.
"Means 'I love you', Mikey", Donnie said.
"Aww", Mikey said, smiling. "I love you too, Donnie".
Donnie smiled and shook his head. "Ok, your turn", he handed the paper over to his two brothers and waited while they discussed what word to have.
"Ok, got it", Leo said, handing the paper to Raph and Donnie.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _
"Ok, erm, 'A'", Donnie suggested.
"Yup, and 'E'", Raph said.
Leo took the paper back and put in the letters. He gave it back to Raph and Donnie, smiling at them.
_ _ _ _ _ _ a _ _ / _ _ / _ _ _ _ e / _ a _ e
"How about a 'H'?" Raph asked, jumping straight into any letter.
H _ _ _ h _ a _ _ / _ _ / _ _ _ _ e / _ a _ e
"Erm, 'N'", Raph said glancing at Donnie. "You gonna take a guess?"
"Nope", Donnie answered, smiling.
Leo smiled while putting the letters in. He gave the paper back to Raph.
H _ n _ h _ a _ _ / _ _ / N _ _ _ e / _ a _ e
"Erm, how about a -."
" - Hunchback Of Notre Dame", Donnie blurted out.
"Wha' . . .?" Mikey said, stunned.
Leo just shrugged and put it in. "Great, you and Raph can team against April and Casey now. Take it easy, don't overdo your brain, Donnie".
Donnie smiled. "Moi? Never".
"Cheat", Mikey mumbled.
"Do not!" Donnie said, hearing the remark.
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!" Mikey stuck his tongue out at his brother.
"Do too!" Donnie smiled.
"Do not!"
"Ah ha! Gotcha again!"
"Not fair!" Mikey leaned against the chair and folded his arms.
//
"Yah hah!!" Mikey shouted.
"Nah ah!!" Donnie shouted back.
"Yah hah!!"
"Nah ah!!"
"Yah hahhhhh!!"
"Nah ahhhhh!!"
"Ok, enough guys!!" Leo came in between Mikey and Donnie. They were sitting both opposite ends of the kitchen table, staring at each other. A pizza slice lay in the middle on a plate.
"Donnie says I can't have it", Mikey moaned.
"You've already had 6 slices".
"I can have another one!" Mikey argued.
"Nah ah!!"
"Yah hah!!"
"Nah ah!!"
"Yah -."
"Ok stop!" Leo glared angrily at his brothers but on the inside he was smiling. Donnie and Mikey always fought over something. "There's a reasonable way to handle this".
Leo clapped his hands. "Raph!"
Raph walked in the kitchen and smiled. It was the usual Donnie vs. Mikey over-the-last-pizza-slice gig. Raph, grinning, walked over to the table and grabbed the pizza.
Smiling, he walked out, taking the warm pizza with him and giving Leo a 'high-three' on the way.
"See?" Leo said, smiling. "Problem solved".
He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Donnie and Mikey to stare at the empty table.
"This is all your fault", Mikey said sadly.
"Nah ah!" Donnie argued.
"Yah hah!"
"Nah ah!"
"Yah hah!"
"Nah ah!" . . .
//
. . . "Y-Yah hah".
"Nah ah!"
"Yah hah . . . I give up . . . truce?"
Donnie's smile widened. "Ha, I win!"
But Mikey wasn't listening . . . he had fallen asleep in an instant with his head resting on the kitchen table.
//
"Yo, Tailor, duck!"
Tailor bent down and Elliot skated straight over her.
"Watch it! I'm skating over 'ere!" Tailor shouted playfully. Her dad had taken a break and was watching them from the café at the side of the arena.
The ice stadium was right next to the cinema. Tailor and her dad had picked up Elliot and had gone straight there. Only half an hour of skating had passed, and Tailor was having the time of her life. It was fun spending time with her dad, but Elliot gave it that extra little bit of excitement.
The stadium went in a huge circle. It was hardly busy, since people got use to going everyday, either that, or, they were broke. Now there was Tailor, her dad, Elliot and a few more kids from different schools.
"Yo, O'Neill!" Tailor turned round and came face to face with Elliot. He stumbled into her and fell on the floor.
Tailor laughed. "You shouldn't go so fast!"
Elliot stuck his tongue out at her from the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Tailor could see her dad laughing under his breath at Elliot.
Tailor extended her hand. "Maybe you should slow down".
Elliot grabbed her hand and heaved himself up. "Slow down?" He asked, still keeping hold of her hand. "Coming from a girl who runs to the cinema and back?"
Tailor smiled. "The only reason I'm not going fast", she argued. "Is because of my foot". Which was true. She had to ring Donnie to ask him if it was ok if she could go.
"Sure", Donnie had said. "Just take it slow".
Tailor had spent most of her time just skating around the whole stadium with Elliot following close behind.
Elliot smiled at her. "Wanna have a skate round?"
Tailor nodded. "Sure, it's what we're here for".
Elliot let go of her hand and they both skated around the stadium, sometimes going fast and sometimes going slow. Tailor loved ice-skating, but her foot let her down a little since she couldn't go as fast, after a few minutes she headed over to one of the benches at the side of the circle for a break.
"You ok?" Elliot asked, skating up to her.
"Taking a break", she answered. "Don't wanna overdo it".
Elliot nodded. "Ok".
"Not like me to stop, is it?" She asked him, grinning.
Elliot shook his head. "No, but don't worry, I don't mind".
//
Tony watched his daughter from the side of the stadium and smiled. Tailor was so young, yet so full of energy. Ever since she could walk she use to run around the house, trying to reach things or trying to do a roly-poly. When she went to her first gym lesson her face glowed with excitement.
Tony sighed a little. He knew Tailor would be upset to go back to India, but he had no choice but to take her. She was his daughter and India was their home.
Elliot would come and visit of course, Tony thought, watching Elliot sit on the bench next to Tailor. He was always there for her. Tony was a best friend to his mum, which he had to see before he went. Tony smiled. It was amazing how well Elliot and Tailor got along.
//
"You ok now?" Elliot asked.
"Fine", Tailor said. She got up and grabbed Elliot's hands. "C'mon, I came here to skate and I ain't gonna stop now . . . Yo dad!" Tailor shouted. "C'mon. You're missing out!"
Tony smiled from his table and got up, leaving some money and a tip and his thoughts behind. Let Tailor enjoy what time she has left here, he thought, it was the least he could do for her.
//
(Finishing this one. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy! As usual - thanking you individually! Love ya : ) - as always!)