Time Will Tell

Tate Polsier is a triplet. She has always had a good life. The best sisters, a loving mum. Her and her sisters, Kassie and Kimmi, decide to move to college. It all goes very wrong from there.


8. 6 months later

‘I can’t believe I’ve already been here for 6 months.’ I said to Tate, my arm around her waist. ‘Me neither.’ She replied, her head resting on my shoulder. We had been pretty much dating since the day I arrived at the secure unit. Isabelle was happily playing in the playroom we had built in the small spare room. Me and Tate were stood by the door watching her. She had her hair in pigtails that I had learnt to do and she was wearing a little cream vest paired with denim shorts. She looked absolutely adorable. ‘I honestly wish you were her real Daddy.’ Tate whispered in my ear. ‘So do I’ I agreed.

 The oven timer beeped so I reluctantly removed my arm from around her and walked to the kitchen. I was a very open plan flat, I had come to realise. Beautiful none the less. I opened the oven and pulled out the roast chicken I had been cooking. Setting it on the counter, I reached back in and pulled out the roast potatoes. Shutting the oven door with my foot, I put the potatoes down on the counter next to the chicken. Switching off the vegetables that were boiling, I grabbed a knife from the knife block on the shelf. I carved the chicken onto a plate I had gotten out and took it to the table I had convinced Tate to buy. It was a beautiful sleek black marble table with leather chairs. I put chicken on the four plates that were set out, making sure we each had some chicken skin. I put the plate in the dishwasher. After serving up the potatoes, vegetables, stuffing and Yorkshire puddings, both of which I had just made, I called in Tate and Isabelle. Isabelle came running in, her pigtails flying out behind her. I picked her up in a flying hug. ‘Hey Birthday Girl, time for tea.’ I replied, setting her in her chair. I poured on the gravy and she tucked in ravenously. Tate came walking in, sitting on a chair. I poured the gravy on Tate’s, mine and Tatum’s plate. Just as I finished pouring the last of the gravy when there was a knock at the door. I set down the gravy pot and went and opened the door. ‘Hey Caleb.’ Tatum said, patting me on the back. When he found out me and Tate were dating he was delighted. He carried in a parcel wrapped in pink wrapping paper. ‘A present!’ Isabelle cried from the table. ‘You can open it after tea missy.’ Tatum said setting it down against the wall. She squealed excitedly but stayed put. Tatum walked to the table and gave the Tate and Isabella a hug. We all sat down and tucked in.

After tea Tate and I cleared the table and I put all the cutlery and plates in the dishwasher. She wiped down the counters and I kissed her neck. ‘I love you.’ I whispered in her ear. She smiled. ‘I love you too.’ She whispered back. She turned around so we were facing each other and she kissed me. I smiled as I looked contently into her eyes. ‘Mummy, Daddy! Look what Granddad got me!’ Isabelle shouted from the living room. Tate and I walked in to find Isabelle hugging a huge cream bear with her name sewn onto the foot. ‘Dad, that’s amazing!’ Tate exclaimed, leaning against me. ‘I saw the teddy and bought it. I took it into an embroiders and they sewed the name on.’ He said, like it wasn’t a big deal. Isabelle threw her arms around his neck. ‘Thank you granddad!’ She cried, her eyes shining with happiness. Tatum smiled at her. ‘That’s okay princess.’ He said, kissing her forehead. 

Tatum went home later that night and Tate put Isabelle to bed. I was sitting in the living room, talking to my mum on the phone. ‘Yeah mum, I know that you the repetitive conversation. ‘I have a right to meet my future daughter in law you know!’ She replied. ‘Mum, I haven’t even proposed yet!’ I whispered. ‘You haven’t what honey?’ Tate said from behind me. ‘Nothing sweetheart.’ I replied. ‘Ask her now Caleb!’ Mum shouted down the phone. ‘No Mum, I am not asking her to marry me yet! It has to be special!’ I shouted back, forgetting Tate was behind me. ‘You’re going to ask me to marry you?’ Tate stuttered. ‘Mum, I’ll call you back.’ I sighed, putting the phone down and turning to face Tate. ‘I was going to yes.’ I replied. She stood there for a minute, shocked. Then she started to cry. I raced over to her side, enveloping her in my arms. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked worriedly. ‘I… I don’t know what to say.’ She sniffed. I breathed a sigh of relief. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to decide right away.’ I whispered softly. ‘I know what I’m going to say.’ She said, looking me in the eyes. I started shaking, suddenly nervous. ‘What?’ I asked, eager for an answer. ‘I’m going to say…’            

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