New "Super Nanny" Chapter!
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Super Nanny (13/?)
Author: jaclyn'sTWIN sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: R - language
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [liza]
Previous Chapters
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Penny and Ezra have been in bed for about an hour now and I finally have gotten River to sleep and tucked in. I quietly tip-toe from the room, leaving the door open a crack. Taylor's sitting on the queen-size bed we're going to be sharing tonight, wrapped up in something on his computer. I kind of wish the kids were still up so I would have something to keep me busy. So I wouldn't have to be alone with Taylor. Why, oh why, did I agree to share a room with him? Or a bed for that matter?
Because it was the day after my birthday and Taylor and I were on Cloud Nine... or at least I was.
I sigh and slowly make my way over to the bed. I climb up next to Taylor and burrow under the covers, head and all. I hear the middle Hanson brother chuckle and feel him pat my head.
"You okay under there?" he asks.
"Um..."
Taylor pulls the blankets off my head. He's frowning, his eyebrows knit together.
"What's wrong?" he asks. I bite my lip, looking down at the end of the bed. "Liza?" he asks, brushing loose strands of hair out of my eyes.
"It's just that this morning when Penny called me 'Mama' you apologized," I tell him.
The blue-eyed pianist looks at me blankly.
"So?"
"So?!" I exclaim, thumping the mattress with my fists as I bolt into a sitting position. "So you apologized! And what? You just had to point out that I'm not her mother?! It fucking hurt, Taylor! It just... It didn't feel right." I cross my arms over my chest and pout.
I hear Taylor place his laptop on the bedside table. Then I feel his arms circle me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I knew I shouldn't have said it. Like, I knew it as I was saying it. But I couldn't stop myself." He shrugs.
"Well, next time try harder," I retort, wiping at a stray tear.
Taylor kisses my temple.
"Sorry," he says again. "I didn't know it upset you this much."
"Yeah, well, I probably wouldn't have said anything except Aaron told me I should." Taylor pulls away from me then. I cringe inwardly, picturing myself banging my head against a wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"So you yelled at me because Aaron told you to?" he asks.
"I guess that's one way of putting it," I answer. "But really, all he told me was if it bothered me so much it might make me feel better to talk to you about it. To get it off my chest." I shrug, hoping my explanation seemed reasonable to him.
Taylor studies me for a moment before he speaks.
"Did it?" he asks. "Help you, I mean. Do you feel better about it?" I nod slowly.
"Actually, yeah, it did help." The blond gives me a small smile.
"Good," he says. I smile back.
"Are we okay?" I ask. Taylor nods, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Of course," he replies softly. "And I want you to know you can always tell me when something's bugging you. Especially if it's something I've said." I lay my head against his shoulder.
"I know," I whisper.
We sit for a few moments in silence. Then Taylor kisses my head softly.
"Ready for bed?" he asks. I nod.
"Yeah." He gives me a squeeze before getting up to turn off the overhead light. Then he climbs back in bed, turning off the lamp on the end table, shrouding the hotel room in darkness.
I feel myself getting nervous as Taylor rearranges his pillows and gets under the blankets. Aside from that first night on the bus, we haven't actually been alone in bed before. The last few nights we slept on the sofa bed with the kids sprawled between us. I'm not sure how to handle this. I'm hoping he'll take the lead.
We lay facing each other for a moment before Taylor wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I breathe deeply, immediately relaxing against his body.
"Goodnight," he whispers, tilting his head down and brushing his lips against mine. A sweet tingle washes over me at the contact of his soft mouth.
"G'night, Tay," I whisper. I snuggle closer, wrapping an arm around his ribs. Then I wait till his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic before I can even consider closing my eyes.
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Author: jaclyn's
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: R - language
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [liza]
Previous Chapters
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Penny and Ezra have been in bed for about an hour now and I finally have gotten River to sleep and tucked in. I quietly tip-toe from the room, leaving the door open a crack. Taylor's sitting on the queen-size bed we're going to be sharing tonight, wrapped up in something on his computer. I kind of wish the kids were still up so I would have something to keep me busy. So I wouldn't have to be alone with Taylor. Why, oh why, did I agree to share a room with him? Or a bed for that matter?
Because it was the day after my birthday and Taylor and I were on Cloud Nine... or at least I was.
I sigh and slowly make my way over to the bed. I climb up next to Taylor and burrow under the covers, head and all. I hear the middle Hanson brother chuckle and feel him pat my head.
"You okay under there?" he asks.
"Um..."
Taylor pulls the blankets off my head. He's frowning, his eyebrows knit together.
"What's wrong?" he asks. I bite my lip, looking down at the end of the bed. "Liza?" he asks, brushing loose strands of hair out of my eyes.
"It's just that this morning when Penny called me 'Mama' you apologized," I tell him.
The blue-eyed pianist looks at me blankly.
"So?"
"So?!" I exclaim, thumping the mattress with my fists as I bolt into a sitting position. "So you apologized! And what? You just had to point out that I'm not her mother?! It fucking hurt, Taylor! It just... It didn't feel right." I cross my arms over my chest and pout.
I hear Taylor place his laptop on the bedside table. Then I feel his arms circle me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I knew I shouldn't have said it. Like, I knew it as I was saying it. But I couldn't stop myself." He shrugs.
"Well, next time try harder," I retort, wiping at a stray tear.
Taylor kisses my temple.
"Sorry," he says again. "I didn't know it upset you this much."
"Yeah, well, I probably wouldn't have said anything except Aaron told me I should." Taylor pulls away from me then. I cringe inwardly, picturing myself banging my head against a wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"So you yelled at me because Aaron told you to?" he asks.
"I guess that's one way of putting it," I answer. "But really, all he told me was if it bothered me so much it might make me feel better to talk to you about it. To get it off my chest." I shrug, hoping my explanation seemed reasonable to him.
Taylor studies me for a moment before he speaks.
"Did it?" he asks. "Help you, I mean. Do you feel better about it?" I nod slowly.
"Actually, yeah, it did help." The blond gives me a small smile.
"Good," he says. I smile back.
"Are we okay?" I ask. Taylor nods, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Of course," he replies softly. "And I want you to know you can always tell me when something's bugging you. Especially if it's something I've said." I lay my head against his shoulder.
"I know," I whisper.
We sit for a few moments in silence. Then Taylor kisses my head softly.
"Ready for bed?" he asks. I nod.
"Yeah." He gives me a squeeze before getting up to turn off the overhead light. Then he climbs back in bed, turning off the lamp on the end table, shrouding the hotel room in darkness.
I feel myself getting nervous as Taylor rearranges his pillows and gets under the blankets. Aside from that first night on the bus, we haven't actually been alone in bed before. The last few nights we slept on the sofa bed with the kids sprawled between us. I'm not sure how to handle this. I'm hoping he'll take the lead.
We lay facing each other for a moment before Taylor wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I breathe deeply, immediately relaxing against his body.
"Goodnight," he whispers, tilting his head down and brushing his lips against mine. A sweet tingle washes over me at the contact of his soft mouth.
"G'night, Tay," I whisper. I snuggle closer, wrapping an arm around his ribs. Then I wait till his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic before I can even consider closing my eyes.
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