Chapter 16: Last Day

Taylor woke up and smiled to feel Eric's arms wrapped around her. She loved that feeling and she could never grow tired of it. However, today was their last day in Paris. Taylor didn't want to go back to Silver Hills. She wanted to see her friends and get back to her job, but she didn't want to get back to the heartache with what her father was putting her through. She slowly got out of the bed and got changed. She brushed out her hair when she felt Eric wrapping his arms around her. "You're the silent one this morning," Eric commented.

"I have a lot on my mind," she replied.

Eric smiled and kissed the side of her head. "You have nothing to worry about," he assured her. Taylor nodded and then they looked up when there was a knock on the door. Eric let her go and opened the door to find Charisse and Chantel standing there.

"Are you Eric Myers?" Chantel asked.

"Yes," Eric replied.

"I'm Chantel and you already met my daughter, Charisse. May we come in?"

Eric looked at Taylor who nodded and then he let them in. "This is my wife, Taylor," Eric informed. Taylor shook Chantel's hand before sitting down.

"I came here to talk to you about your father," Chantel informed.

"And what all the other lies he's told me?" Eric asked.

Chantel sighed as she had Charisse to go read the book she brought. "Eric, your father regretted letting you go for years. It took him a long time to get up the courage to even be a father to Charisse," Chantel started.

"Typical," Eric mumbled.

Chantel sighed again and opened her purse. "Your father, always looked up the news in America. He's kept track of you," she informed. She pulled out some small print outs and handed them to Eric. Eric looked at the print outs in disbelief. It was about all the missions he went on. All the things he done. However, his eyes widened at the newest article there. It was about him and Taylor. Taylor looked over his shoulder and read the articles. "Your father is very, very proud of you, Eric. If he could turn back time, he would've made sure to bring you to Paris with him," Chantel assured him. Eric sighed as he held Taylor's hand.

"If he did that, I wouldn't have met or married Taylor," Eric pointed out.

Chantel smiled at Taylor. "That is true. Taylor is a fine woman," Chantel agreed. Taylor smiled and then Eric stood up.

"Where are you going?" Taylor asked.

"I'm going to find my father," Eric replied.

"Your father would be on the bridge over the river. He always went there to think," Chantel informed.

"Thanks, Chantel...for everything," Eric told her.

Chantel nodded and Taylor watched as her husband went to talk to his father.

Patrick was leaning against the railing of the bridge watching a boat pass under it. "Why didn't you tell me?" A voice asked. Patrick looked up to find his son standing there.

"Chantel told you, didn't she?" Patrick asked.

Eric walked over and handed him the small articles. "You've known where I've been for years, why didn't you come to find me when you knew where I was and what I was doing?" Eric asked.

"I didn't come to find you, because I knew what you'd say to me," Patrick replied.

Eric sighed and nodded. He stood by his father. "Everyday, Eric, every single day I would come out here and would wonder what you were doing. Not a day went by when I thought about going back and bringing you here to live with Chantel, Charisse, and me," Patrick explained. Eric sighed as he looked into the water. "Even though, I know that if I ever did that, then you wouldn't have been with that girl you're married to," Patrick added. Eric nodded.

"Taylor's a great girl, dad, if you got to know her, you'll grow to love her once you get pass all the stubbornness," Eric quipped.

Both men chuckled at his comment. "Dad, why don't you come back to America with Taylor and me?" Eric asked. Patrick looked at Eric.

"Eric, I have a home here," Patrick pointed out.

Eric nodded and then he looked over his shoulder to see Taylor standing there. "Dad, I don't think you formally met my wife," Eric commented. Patrick stood straight as Taylor walked over to them. "Dad, this is my wife, Taylor, Taylor, I want you to meet my father, Patrick Myers," Eric informed. Taylor smiled as she shook his hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Myers," she told him.

"Call me Patrick, welcome to the family, Taylor," he greeted.

Taylor smiled and then Eric watched as Patrick hugged her. "So, you two leave tomorrow?" He asked. They nodded and Patrick sighed. "Make sure you come back for a visit," he stated. They nodded and Taylor sighed sadly. Partick knew that something was wrong, but he pushed the thought away.

That evening, Eric and Taylor were walking around the city one last time. "I don't want to go back tomorrow," Taylor sighed. Eric wrapped his arm around Taylor's shoulders. "I don't want to go back where I know my father hates you," she stated. Eric kissed the side of her head.

"Everything's going to be fine," he assured her.

"How is everything going to be fine when my father hates you and I can barely talk to my mother without my father taking the phone and hanging it up on me."

Eric stopped and placed his hands on her sides. "Your father will come around. If my father and I can patch things up, I'm sure we'll be able to patch things up," he pointed out. Taylor sighed as she hugged him.

"We can only hope," She whispered.

Eric nodded and kissed the side of her head. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she answered.

Eric pulled back and pulled her into a kiss.