Chapter 13: Revealing Eric
Taylor was watching Tristen play with his toys in the living room. She had to get back to the base the next day, so she was spending all the time she could with her son before she had to leave again. But she did make sure with her superior officer that she would be able to come home a lot of the time to be with Tristen. However, as she was watching him play, her eyes went to the picture sitting on her mantelpiece. One of her and her parents, taken two weeks before they died. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
(Flashback)
Taylor was sitting in the backseat of the car playing with her toy jet and eagle. She looked out to see the rain just pouring outside. "This is the worse storm we've seen yet," her mother commented. Taylor looked over at her father to see that he was too much into trying to keep the car on the road to answer her mother. Taylor jumped when lightning flashed through the sky.
"I'm scared mommy," Taylor told her.
Her mother looked at her and she held her hand. "It's going to be okay, sweetie," her mother assured her. Taylor gasped when the horn was sounding.
"MOVE!" Her father shouted.
The next thing Taylor knew, the car was tumbling down the hill. "MAKE IT STOP DADDY!" Taylor shouted.
"Just hold on Taylor, hold on," her father answered.
The car stopped rolling and Taylor suddenly smelt smoke. Her mother threw the seatbelt off Taylor. "Sweetheart, you have to get out of here. Mommy will be right behind you," her mother informed.
"No," Taylor answered.
"Please little pilot just go," her mother insisted.
She kissed Taylor's forehead and Taylor got out of the car. She screamed when she was suddenly thrown off her feet and then everything went dark.
(End Flashback)
"Mommy?" Tristen called. Taylor shook her head and she looked down.
"Yeah, kiddo?" She asked.
He held up his toy jet. "My jet broke," he replied. Taylor held the jet in her hands and a smile came across her face.
"Don't worry, kid, we can get this back together," she answered.
"Yeah?" Tristen asked.
"Yep, just follow me."
Taylor picked him up and she walked into the kitchen. She set him down in a chair and set the jet down on the table. She set some glue down and she sat next to him. "Mommy, you really fly one of these?" He asked.
"Yep, mommy's going to go fly one tomorrow," Taylor replied.
"Can I come?" He asked.
Taylor sighed as she started to glue the broken wing back on. "You can't come, kid," she replied.
"Aw why not?" Tristen asked.
"You're not old enough yet," Taylor replied.
Tristen stood tall. "I'm a big boy," he answered. Taylor laughed and had him sit back down.
"You are a big boy, but this big boy can't come to see mommy fly her jets yet," she answered.
"Aw, please?"
"No."
Taylor looked over at him. "Maybe next year," she answered. They were silent for a moment.
"Mommy, why don't I have a daddy?" He asked.
Taylor looked over at him. "You have a daddy, Tristen," she replied. Tristen shook his head.
"No I don't. If I did why don't I see him?" He asked.
Taylor sighed and she looked over at him. "Tristen, your daddy's gone missing long before you were born," she replied. Tristen looked at her confused.
"Where did daddy go?" He asked.
Taylor sighed. "Your daddy is lost," she replied. Tristen looked at her confused. "Your daddy went out to fight some bad guys and they couldn't find him," she explained. Tristen sat there in silence. Taylor picked him up. "Come on, kid, I knew this day was going to come," she commented. She carried him into the living room and set him down on the couch. She walked over to the movie shelf and pulled out a few tapes. She put on in the VCR and sat next to Tristen as the tape started playing.
"Come on Eric, just hold Claire for one second," Wes insisted.
"I really don't want to Wes."
Taylor walked over and she took Claire into her arms. "Get him to hold her," Wes insisted. Taylor rolled her eyes.
"I can try," she answered.
Taylor walked over to Eric. "Myers, hold your arms out," she instructed. Eric rolled is eyes as he held his arms out and Taylor placed Claire into his arms.
"See it's not so bad," Jen commented from behind the camera.
"Right…um…take her back now," Eric insisted.
Taylor again rolled her eyes as she took Claire back into her arms. "Why are you guys making me do this?" Eric asked.
"For someday when you and Taylor have your own," Wes replied.
Taylor looked up. "You two know why we haven't yet," she pointed out.
Taylor looked over at Tristen to see that his eyes were glued to the television. "That's your father," Taylor informed. Taylor watched as Tristen jumped up and ran upstairs. "Tristen?" She called. A second later Tristen came running back down.
"Look mommy, I'm daddy," He told her.
Taylor smiled to see that he was wearing Eric's hat. "You sure are," she answered. She picked him up and kissed his cheek. "You sure are," she repeated.