Okay. So. Here are some prompts I start. I'm going to do one-shot for each of them; this is kinda like a taste tester. Tell me what you think. They're kinda all from Ryan's perspective.

I: Sex

Sex with Taylor was weird. It was a give and take, in a way. Something he never had with her. He'd give, she'd take. Here, he felt like he was giving, but receiving more, so he wanted to give more.

At the end, she'd look at him, her eyes big and sad, and simply state, "You're thinking of her."

He never responded as she grabbed her stuff and left. But she always came back.

II: Pregnancy

He barely sat down, when she looked at him and said, "I'm pregnant." All the air in the world couldn't get him to breath. "But, don't worry. I don't want anything. I just though you should know."

It was like he was glued to the table, unable to do anything as she walked away.

III: Marriage

"Marry me."

"No."

"What?" He expected many answers from Taylor, her little 4-month bump showing off in some French silk.

"Didn't you get the hint, Atwood," She turned away, door open. "I moved to France to get away from you, not marry you." She spat out the word. "Don't give yourself the guilt trip. I don't want nor need you around."

This time he walked away.

IV: Summer

He never expected such a petite girl to have a strong slap.

"How could you?" She was furious,

"She didn't want me, or need me." What a defence, he thought to himself. He wondered when the wall of lies, and half-truths would finally fall down on him.

"She gave you the easy way out, and you toke it." Summer glared at him. "I can't believe you, Atwood." He couldn't believe himself, or how his heart broke a little when she walked away.

V: Sandy

"Well, what can you do," Sandy turned to him, "You could start by owning up. Go back to Taylor actually talk to her. Marriage might not be the answer, but it's your kid too right?"

"Right. At least I think it is."

"You think? How far along is she?"

"I'm pretty sure. About 6 months."

"Get to her, Ryan. Before something happens. You only get one chance. Don't mess it up."

VI: Taylor

"Is this a re-run or new material, Atwood?"

"I'm not going to force you to marry me."

"Good. I won't anyways."

"At least not today."

"Ryan…" She looked away, "That won't be possible."

"What?"

"I'm marring Henri-Michel next week."

VII: Stop

"Stop." Ryan didn't expect this. It was just her and Henri-Michel and some other person. "That's my kid. I won't let you write me out of this."

"It's about time, young man." Henri-Michel left, with the other guest and the priest.

"You can't do this, Ryan.

"Why are you running into his arms."

"Because you don't want me."

"I don't." A tear crawled down her face, "I need you."

VIII: Time

"I think I could love you." Ryan told her.

"I think I love you." She told him.

"Give me time."

"I am. But, I won't wait forever, and I won't step into her shadow."

"I don't want you to."

IX: Weddings

Nothing seemed as perfect as Taylor, walking down the aisle, 7 ½ months pregnant, smiling.

"I do."

There; fate sealed. But no impeding guilt. Maybe things can, and will, change.

Ryan could tell that love wasn't that far around the corner, but still tentative for the moment.

But he was sure something would happen before their son was born.

X: Love

Love didn't describe what he felt for his son, wife, or family. It hurt him seeing Taylor's pain at labour, but nothing could replace the smile on her face as she held Trey.

Trey wouldn't have the complications and trouble Ryan did growing up. He'd have a loving, crazy mother, and strong, quiet, father, and a whole lot of family behind him.

"I think I can wait a little longer, Ryan." She wasn't pushing him to tell her that he loved her, she was just reassuring him that she wasn't about to bolt out of the door.

"I really don't think you have to."