Sighing, Michael rubbed the back of his neck. He looked extremely uncomfortable to be standing in the doorway.
"I came to apologize, and to talk to you. May I come in?"
"Why don't we go up on the roof? Marks' home, so he can keep an eye on the kids." Michael shrugged. He wanted to talk to Taylor; he honestly didn't care where they talked. "One sec." Taylor slid the loft door closed. A few seconds later she returned. "Follow me." Michael followed his sister upstairs.
The roof was fairly simple. A bright orange line was painted on the ground about two feet from the edge all the way around the roof indicating where Matthew could and couldn't go. Michael and Taylor sat down across from each other on two makeshift benches. Taylor waited for her brother to start talking.
"I'm here to apologize about Kate," he started. "If I had known, I wouldn't have put you in such a situation. I also want to apologize for grabbing your arm the other day. If I had known, I would have never done that."
"It's okay, you didn't know."
"I wish you had told me though, I would have helped you." A silence fell over the siblings; both were soaking up what they had said.
"So, you and Kate
still getting married next year?"
"I don't know, we have a
few things to work out before we make anything final."
"Please
don't cancel your big day because of me."
"It's not because of you entirely. It was a whole bunch of little things, but this was the straw that breaks the camel's back. No one messes with my sister and gets away with it." Taylor smiled. "You're lucky that this Frank fellow's not around or else he'd have me to deal with."
"I don't know, Roger probably would have beaten the shit out of him." Both Michael and Taylor had smiles on their faces.
"Aww, there we go, there's your smile." Taylor blushed. Michael looked at his watch. "Damn, I have to get to work." He and Taylor stood up. "Thanks for listening to a screw up like me."
"Thanks for accepting a screw up like me back into your family." Michael draped his arm over Taylor's shoulder.
"Anytime squirt." Taylor blushed even more at her old nickname, and walked with Michael downstairs.
When Taylor returned to the loft, she found Mark sitting on the couch with his camera. Both Matthew and Cara were taking a nap. Taylor curled up on the couch, and rested her head in Mark's lap.
"You and Michael work things out?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"We're getting there. Slowly but surely, we're getting there." Mark smiled.
"Good."
"Hey honey, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my nightmares." Taylor had overheard Roger telling Mark about the dreams.
"Its fine, I'm just glad that you're okay. I love you Tay."
"I love you too." Taylor held Mark's hand against her cheek, and closed her eyes. Her life was perfect. She had the perfect husband, two amazing children, supportive friends, and two brothers who would do anything for her. Slowly, Taylor drifted off to sleep, and this time, no nightmares.
The End
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