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(Re-upload) Taking Chances: Chapter Twenty Six.

Note: Hello all, you may be reading this and going ‘didn’t you just upload this?’ and the answer to that would be, yes. I did. However it was recently pointed out to me that the ending to this chapter needed some tweaking.

I have just spent some time doing just that which leads me to say that I hope that everything I have now flows better is more true to what this whole story is about.

if you have any questions regarding this story in general or just about the chapter, please feel free to comment below or you can leave me an inbox. I will do my best to answer. Thank you all for your understanding and support.

Enjoy!

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It may have taken a couple days to settle Jasmine and reassure her that nothing was going to split them up, but in the end, Nicola got through to her sister and the little girl was slowly returning to her usual sassy self. Jasmine was so happy when Nicola explained to her that she wanted to give Jasmine the guest room so that the new baby could have the room next to her.

The little girl had started compiling a list -in the form of drawings- of things she wanted to put in the baby’s room and of course, this was going to be a surprise for Nicola. She was thinking that the room could be full of spaceships and planets but then plans changed to everything rainbow, which then changed to all things bugs. Finally the little girl came to a halt. She was stumped.

Jasmine decided that it was time to approach Nicola and tell her scraped ideas, just in case Nicola did in fact love them.

“I love all of your ideas except one.” Nicola said as she finished loading the dishwasher. Jasmine frowned and looked over her drawings.

“What one?” Jasmine asked. Nicola chuckled.

“No bugs.” Nicola answered, making Jasmine pout.

“But I like bugs.” Jasmine countered.

“I know you do and when the baby is older, you two can play with bugs but not right now.” Nicola explained. Jasmine shrugged and walked off to the dining table where she had her ‘office’ set up.

Nicola continued to move around the kitchen while thinking about themes for the nursery. She wanted something gender neutral since she wasn’t finding out what the baby was until it was born.

“JUNGLE!” Jasmine shouted, scaring the daylights out of Nicola.

“Jas, you can’t do that.” Nicola said, holding her bump. Jasmine smiled sheepishly.

“Jungle.” Jasmine said. Nicola thought about it and the more that she did, the more she could see the room all decorated in pretty foliage and wood accents. It was perfect.

“Now that I can get on board with.” Nicola told her. Jasmine beamed, happy that she could help with something as important as this. It made her feel like a proper grown up.

The next day, both sisters were up bright and early. They had made up a list of things to get for both the nursery and Jasmine’s new room. They had even surfed Pinterest for ideas on things they could make themselves.

“Can I drive?” Jasmine asked from her car seat.

“If you can make yourself grow a few feet, I’ll think about it.” Nicola responded. Jasmine closed her eyes tight and concentrated really hard. Nicola glanced at Jasmine through the rear view mirror, trying not to bust a gut laughing at the four year old’s expression.

“Did it work?” Nicola asked when she saw Jasmine’s eyes ping open.

“I farted.” Jasmine replied with a straight face. Nicola cringed.

“I’m never giving you orange juice before a car ride again.” The woman said, fanning the rancid smell away from her nose before opening her window.

Although Nicola’s nausea was wearing off now that she was getting closer to the end of the second trimester, certain things still made her queasy and the smell in the car was one that had set her tummy on edge. So much so, Nicola had to pull over a couple times to either take a few breaths or to gag. Jasmine felt bad and wanted to help her sister but she knew better than to unbuckle herself while she was in the car unless the car was completely stopped.

By the time they got to the first stop, Nicola was absolutely drained and felt like she needed backup. She handed her phone to Jasmine and told her to call Brenna. Jasmine wasn’t keen on Brenna as she had heard Nicola and Brenna talking about Taron one afternoon. What they were saying about him was mean in her eyes and because of this, Jasmine no longer liked Brenna.

The little girl ignored her sister’s request to ring Brenna and called the one person she could really trust.

“Hang tight sweetheart, I’ll be right there.” Tina said, grabbing her bag and keys.

“Ok.” Jasmine said before hanging up the phone. She handed the phone back to Nicola and they waited.

Soon enough, Tina pulled up and parked. It was just in time too when Nicola got sick again. She hurried over and helped Nicola. The expectant mother could tell by the gentle touch that it wasn’t Brenna helping her, it was the grandmother to be.

“Is Jasmine with Brenna?” Nicola asked when she was sure she was done and feeling better.

“I’m here.” Jasmine said, standing behind Tina for protection. Nicola looked at the child and groaned.

“I said to ring Brenna.” Nicola said.

“I don’t like her.” Jasmine answered. Tina furrowed her brow at the name. It was familiar to her and she made a mental note to ask Nicola about it later.

“Are you ok to carry on?” Tina asked. Nicola shrugged and sipped from her water bottle.

“When you are ready, we are going to go in and shop for this baby.” Tina said, making Jasmine excited to see her ideas come to life.

When Nicola was indeed ready, they all walked into Barnardo’s shop. Jasmine immediately took off toward the toys, looking for anything she could put in the baby’s room. Nicola on the other hand, went straight to the baby stuff.

“I have no idea where to start.” Nicola admitted to Tina. Tina smiled.

“I know two things that you can cross off your list.” Tina replied, watching as Nicola ran her fingers over a cot.

Nicola looked at the woman with surprise.

“A cot and change table.” Tina answered simply. Nicola raised her brow.

“Both belonged to Taron when he was a baby and then went to Mikey when he was born. I want you to have them.” Tina answered. Nicola was touched that Tina wanted to pass the items down to her baby but accepting it felt odd. Like she didn’t have a right to give the baby something that belonged to their father.

“Tina I-” Nicola started before Tina put a hand up to stop her.

“I want my grandbaby to have them. I don’t care what my son says or does, I am this baby’s grandmother and as the grandmother, I get to spoil my grandchildren.” Tina explained. Nicola huffed a chuckle.

“Can I think about it?” Nicola asked.

“Absolutely.” Tina replied, wrapping an arm around Nicola’s shoulers in a side hug.

An hour or two later, the women found themselves sitting at Nicola’s craving, McDonalds. Tina insisted on buying lunch, making Nicola really grateful. Naturally after eating, Jasmine had asked if she could have ice-cream. Tina indulged the child and went up with her to order the cold treat. Once the ice-cream had been bought, Jasmine and Tina made their way back to the table. Nicola was oblivious to this as she was staring into space.

She watched a young family a couple tables down. The two older children and the father had their backs to Nicola so she couldn’t see their faces. Even though she couldn’t see their faces he could tell that they had a close bond. The father helped the kids get the food sorted while the mother -who had a toddler on her lap and was about as pregnant Nicola- got the drinks sorted. They laughed and joked with each other. They looked so happy.

Nicola had no idea how long she was staring at them for but when the man turned to help -what she assumed was- his wife, her heart stopped. It was Taron. That’s when it dawned on her, she was picturing the one thing she had always dreamed about. A family with the man she loved with the very depths of her soul. The only problem was that Taron didn’t love her and that was obvious with his public whoring around.

Tina saw the look on Nicola’s face and the tears in her eyes. She knew that look and it broke her heart. In this situation, words weren’t needed. Tina placed her hand on Nicola’s and at the very same time, as plain as the nose on your face, the baby moved. Both gentle touches reminding Nicola that she had people relying on her to be strong.

Back in New York, things between Mikey and Taron weren’t good. The little boy was either giving his father angry glares or ignoring him altogether. Jennifer and Dave tried to encourage the boy to talk but at this point it was doing no good. It was frustrating them, angering Mikey and hurting Taron. Poor Kirsty just wanted Mikey to like her. Taron tried to explain to his son that Kirsty was just a friend but Mikey still wasn’t having it.

“Mikey, say goodnight to your father please.” Jennifer said after getting Mikey ready for bed. Mikey just stood there silently.

“Have a good sleep my boy, I love you.” Taron said, very close to tears. He just wanted his son to talk to him and to hug him. To tell him that he loved him, to give him kisses. He missed all of that and he didn’t know if he would ever get that back.

“Hate you.” Mikey mumbled, walking to his bed. Taron had to swallow the lump in his throat. Jennifer wasn’t surprised but she certainly didn’t expect Mikey to say something so hurtful to his father.

“I’ll talk to him.” She told Taron. Taron nodded and muttered a quiet goodnight before disappearing to his room. All he wanted to do was cry.

Once in his room, Taron saw his agent sitting at the table.

“Well done Taron, it worked. People are really intrigued with who Kirsty is.” Lindy said, pushing a magazine toward him. Taron scoffed and walked away. Lindy knew something was up.

“I thought you’d be happy.” She told him. Taron shrugged.

“Do I look like I’m in the mood to be happy?” He huffed. Lindy rolled her eyes, knowing that the diva had returned. She walked to the door with taron following her.

“Read it or don’t but drop the attitude.” Lindy said, walking out. Taron took a deep calming breath and opened the magazine Lindy left. The pictures of him and Kirsty were a little too convincing for his liking. He felt gross looking at them and just wanted to burn it. He hated that it had driven a wedge between his son and him.

As he was about to throw it though, one picture caught his attention, more specifically, the background. In it he and Kirsty were in a lip lock but in the corner, he could see the sadness on Mikey’s face. Taron looked at the other pictures and saw Mikey again. He saw the progression of anguish appear and it killed him inside. He had no idea that Mikey had seen the kiss but by Mikey’s face, it told him that Jennifer was right and his son really did think that Nicola was there.

Taron slid down the front door, hid his face in his hands and let his tears fall. He couldn’t help it. He had let his son down and he didn’t see how there was a way to come back from this.

Jennifer walked to where her husband was tucking Mikey in and sat on the other side of Mikey. Dave kissed Mikey’s cheek and walked out of the room, leaving his wife to talk to their grandson.

“What you said to your father wasn’t very nice.” Jennifer lectured. Mikey grunted and turned over so that his back was to her.

“Michael, your father loves you very much.” Jennifer continued as she started rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Want nan.” Mikey answered, now hurting Jennifer’s feelings. She nodded and kissed his head and walked out of the room.

“I think we should leave tomorrow and have Mikey stay with Tina.” Jennifer said to her husband.

“What’s going on now?” Dave asked, putting his book down. Jennifer sat on their bed and sighed.

“I don’t think Mikey’s very happy being here. He just told me that he wants Tina.” Jennifer told him. Dave gave her a sad smile.

“He’s only little, he’s still learning that words hurt sometimes.” Dave replied.

“You’re right. I’m going to go back and talk to him.” Jennifer said, taking a deep breath. Dave was right, Mikey still had a lot of learning to do and needed to be guided now and then.

Jennifer opened Mikey’s bedroom door and sat next him on the bed.

“I know that you’re sad Mikey but when you said that you wanted your nan, that hurt my heart.” Jennifer said as gently as she could. Mikey turned over and looked at her.

“You know that I love you just as much as nan.” Jennifer told him. Mikey blinked at her before he moved to hug her. Jennifer welcomed the hug and held the boy close.

“Sorry.” Mikey whispered, making Jennifer smile.

“Thank you Mikey.” She said. Dave -who had been standing in the doorway- smiled as he watched on.

“I’m glad to see you two made up.” He told them. Mikey turned his head so that he could look at his Taid without breaking the hug he was really enjoying. Eventually though Mikey broke the hug when his arms felt tired.

“I think I know someone else who could use a cuddle.” Dave spoke up. Mikey looked at him.

“Who?” The little boy asked.

“Your daddy.” Dave replied and Mikey shook his head. He did not want to see Taron.

“Everyone needs cuddles when they’re sad.” Jennifer said, hoping that Mikey would give in. He didn’t.

“I bet daddy gives you cuddles when you’re sad, doesn’t he?” She said. Mikey bit his bottom lip and avoided her gaze.

“Come on buddy, Nain and I will come with you.” Dave offered. Mikey sighed and surrendered to the idea. He knew he wasn’t going to win this one as his grandparents were right, everyone needed a good cuddle when they’re sad.

Dave, Jennifer and a pajama clad Mikey walked to Taron’s room. Mikey was still reluctant but he didn’t want his daddy going to bed sad.

When they finally got to the room, Mikey stopped.

“Is he mad at me?” Mikey asked, looking up at Dave.

“He’s really sad because you hurt his feelings.” Dave responded but Mikey didn’t say anything. Jennifer knocked but initially, there was no answer. It wasn’t that Taron was ignoring it, he was just trying to quickly wipe his eyes and nose before answering the door.

“Is daddy home?” Mikey asked. Jennifer and Dave looked at each other.

“Maybe if you tried knocking, it might help.” Jennifer encouraged. Mikey swallowed his tears and looked at the door.

“Daddy.” Mikey said as he banged on the door. Taron could hear his son’s pleas and took a deep breath to calm himself. It may have taken a few minutes but the door eventually opened.

“Your son has something he’d like to say.” Dave said, encouraging Mikey to speak. Mikey looked at his father and blinked.

“You’re mean.” Mikey said flatly.

Taron’s eyes looked at the ground. He knew he hadn’t been acting like the father of the year but to hear his son tell him that he was mean and that he hated him was a kick in the gut. One he really didn’t need right now.

“I see. Is that all?” Taron asked, his voice cracking.

“Michael.” Dave warned, making Mikey frown. The grandfather was disappointed. Taron looked at Dave and Dave could tell that Taron was ready to burst into tears.

“We’re here to say sorry to daddy and give him a cuddle.” Jennifer said to the little boy. Mikey’s features softened and he looked at Taron. He saw that he had made his father sad. A cuddle was definitely needed.

“Up.” Mikey said, wanting to be in Taron’s arms. Taron lifted his son and held him close.

“Sorry daddy.” Mikey whispered. Taron smiled and kissed Mikey’s cheek. He enjoyed the feel of his son’s arms around his neck. It was a feeling that he had missed but now that he had it back, he was thankful.

“Don’t shut him out Taron. He needs you.” Dave said.

Taron knew what his father-in-law meant and knew that Dave was right. Mikey did need him and the way he had been acting was not teaching Mikey good things. He wanted his son to know that his father was always there for him and had his best interest at heart. This right here, was a good place to start.

“I’m sorry too.” Taron said, referring to everything he had put his son through.

Dave and Jennifer made their leave, wanting to give the men some space. They knew they needed each other and were pleased that they seemed to have fixed things between the father and son. Taron noticed the absence and went inside with Mikey tightly in his arms.

He walked over to the bed and laid his son down, tucking him in and kissing him again. Mikey’s eyes closed immediately.

Taron went to the bathroom to get himself ready for bed. He was glad that he and his boy were on the mend. It meant the world to him and he made a mental note to thank Dave and Jennifer in the morning at breakfast.

Taking a further step to better everything, Taron rang Lindy and told her what happened.

“So, what do you want me to do?” Lindy asked. SHe was proud of him for finally recognizing that Mikey was more important than everything Taron was worrying himself with.

“After Rocketman, don’t book me for anything else.” He said. Lindy smiled and nodded. Sensing there was more, she waited for him to continue.

“I need a nanny. Mikey stays with me for the rest of filming.” Taron told his agent, looking over his shoulder at his sleeping son.

“Done and done.” Lindy said.

“Good.” Taron responded. This was going to be the best time and he couldn’t wait to show his son off and he knew that Mikey would lap up all the attention. This would be just what the doctor ordered.

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