Fearless a Taylor and Miranda Fanfic

Chapter 18

•A/N: I have been sick with Strep throat and meant to post this days ago; I'm very sorry!! The next part will be up tomorrow•
•Date night•
Miranda and Taylor got a babysitter for Ella and Elli, they are going on a date.
They are going to Lockwood restaurant and bar, a very fancy restaurant and bar in Chicago, taking the bike for a change.
Miranda got dressed up in a black long sleeve turtleneck, tight 5 button up jeans, black knee high boots, paired with some hoops and her LV cross body bag; that Taylor got her.
Taylor got dressed up in a black u-neck shirt, black leather jacket, and black jeans, and black vans.

Miranda was sitting doing her hair, and was about to do her makeup. "Taylor." She said. "Yeah?" He asked, coming from the bathroom. "Can you do my makeup? I don't feel like it." She said, with a small laugh. "I live for this." Taylor said. "Are you joking?" Miranda asked. "Umm no." Taylor said. "I've watched your girl on Set do your makeup, I've watched you do your makeup; I'm basically a pro." Taylor said. Miranda laughed and rolled her eyes. "Oh goodness, fine." She said.
Taylor sat next to her and grabbed her brushes and foundation. He applied it to her face. "I'm actually surprised; that looks really good." Miranda said. "I told you." Taylor said.
He was almost done, when Ella came into the room. "Daddy what are you doing?" She asked. "I'm helping momma, with her makeup." "Can I help?" She asked. "Sure." Taylor said. He handed her a brush with eyeshadow and he took her hand and helped her apply it onto Miranda eye. "All done." Taylor said. Miranda turned to look in the mirror, and her mouth dropped. "Oh wow; I'm very surprised how well this looks, I'm only going to have to fix one thing." Miranda said. "What's that?" Taylor asked. "My eyebrows." Miranda said, picking up her eyebrow Pencil. She fixed her eyebrows.
"Ready?" She asked. "Ready." Taylor said. They walked downstairs, the babysitter was playing with Elli and and Ella. "Okay, come give us some loves; we will be back in a few hours." Taylor said. "Bye momma and daddy." Both kids said. "I love you." Ella said, talking to her parents. " We Love you princess." Miranda said. Taylor kissed her forehead, along with Elli. "Bye buddy love you, have fun with Andrea." (Andrea is the babysitter)
"Lobe you." Elli said.
Miranda Taylor got on the bike and headed to the Restaurant. She wrapped her hands around him, holding on tight.
•At the restaurant•
They got inside, "this place is so beautiful." Miranda said. "Not as beautiful as you." Taylor said. "Thanks babe." Miranda said. Taylor kissed her cheek. They got a booth and waited for a waitress.
"Hi my name is Tiffany I'll be your waitress tonight; how are we today?" "Couldn't be better." Taylor said. "Can I get you a drink to start off with?" "Can I have a martini?" Miranda said "And for you sir?" Tiffany asked . "Do you have Snakebite?" Taylor asked. "We do." "Can I have one please." "I'll be right back with your drinks." Tiffany said, with a small wink at Taylor. She walked away. "What was that?" Miranda asked. "She just winked at me." Taylor said. "Just?" Miranda asked, really mad. "Babe, it's okay." Taylor said. She knew that people wink and throw vibes at him all the time, when she's not around. "It's a lot different when I'm not around, I mean I totally understand your hot; but not when I'm sitting right here, and your wedding ring is in plain sight." Miranda said, as Tiffany walked back over with their drinks. "Snakebite for you sir." She said, handing him his drink, brushing her hand over his, throwing him another wink. "And your Martini." She said, sitting it on the table. "Are we ready to order or do you need a minute?" Tiffany asked. "We will-." Taylor started to say. "Actually can we talk to your manager?" Miranda asked, Interrupting Taylor . "Did I do something wrong?" She asked. "Umm hitting on my husband doesn't come with the job does it?" Miranda asked. "Babe." Taylor said. Tiffany looked at him and smiled. "MANAGER NOW." Miranda said. "I'll get my manager." Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.
"You think her hitting on you is fine? Not by me it's not." Miranda said. "No, I just don't think we shouldn't make a scene." Taylor said. "My manager isn't available at the moment." Tiffany said. "Well we'll wait for a manager and a new waitress." Miranda said. Tiffany walked away.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Miranda said, still very angry. Taylor grabbed her hand as she walked away and pulled her over to him kissing her forehead, "I love you." Taylor said. "I love you too." Miranda said. Once Miranda walked away, Tiffany walked over to the table and handed Taylor a note with her number on it, a note 'call me when you get a Divorce from that BITCH.' Taylor opened it, "okay, that's enough!! First it's not very professional, second that's my wife; been my wife for almost 15 years and she's going to be my wife for another 20+ years, you're talking about and you're not gonna get away with calling her a bitch, third once she finds out that you gave me your phone number and called her a bitch." Taylor said, then got interrupted by Miranda walking over to the table. "Here babe." Taylor said, handing her the note. "Did she call me a bitch?" Miranda asked. "Yeah." Taylor said. "I want you to take me to your manager now, or someone isn't going to be able to work for a few days." Miranda said. "Why? What are you going to do?" Tiffany asked. "You're not even good enough for him." Tiffany added. "Taylor." Miranda said. "Like I said earlier THAT'S ENOUGH" Taylor said.
•The Manager walks over to the table•
"Is everything okay?" She asked. "No, your Waitress here, is hitting on my husband, and calling your customers bitches." Miranda said, handing her the note. "I'm so sorry, your drinks and food are on us, Tiffany, my office now." The manager said. "Tina come take these folks orders and bring me their bill." The manager said. "Yes ma'am." Tina said. "And actually Tiffany, no point in going to my office, collect you things, you're fired." The manager said. "Over this?" Tiffany said. "Yeah, for all disrespect, and how do you think your husband would like for you to be flirting with other men?" The manager asked. "Umm." Tiffany said, then walking away. Taylor and Miranda looked at each other along with everyone else in the room. "Finally I have a reason to fire her, she doesn't do her job." The manager said.
Taylor and Miranda enjoyed the rest of their dinner.
They left after they ate and took a bike ride, standing in the middle of nowhere, Taylor wrapped his arm around her, as she shivered; "I should've brought a jacket." Miranda said. Taylor took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around her. "Thanks." Miranda said, snuggling into his chest. He kissed her forehead. "Been my wife for 15 years going to be my wife for another 20+ years; that's what I told her." Taylor said. Miranda started to tear up. "Baby." Miranda said, hugging him tight. "Babe, are you okay?" Taylor asked. "Umm yeah, I think I might be pregnant. My period is late, I've been so emotional, and really tired." Miranda said, looking up at him. "Really? Have you taken a test?" Taylor asked. "No." Miranda said. "Take one tomorrow?" Taylor asked. "Let's not overthink it." Taylor said. "No, of course not." Miranda said.
"I love you princess ." Taylor said. "I Love you handsome." Miranda said. Taylor kissed her forehead, and put his hands on her lower back/butt.
Cliffhanger