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A/N: I hope everyone's holiday was better than the one I just experience. My laptop was stolen and now I feel pretty depressed. I've had that laptop since 2006, I bought it with my own money and to have it stolen well that just hurts. I really didn't know if I would post an update this week, but I realized that I needed some sense of normality in my life so I could truly get over the lost, which is why I'm posting this new story. Please pray for me! So here's my new story. It may not seem like a Traylor story at first but after this chapter you certainly will see why it's a Traylor story. Please excuse errors!
Baby S
Chapter One
Makayla Royalty Jones didn't know whether to be sad or angry, sad that her parents' lives were over and that it had ended in such a horrible fashion or if she should be angry that they had left her in this world alone without their love to guide her. She barely glanced up as her boyfriend Ian Rowell came to stand by her side. "Makayla…baby…we're going to head to the cemetery you up to it." He whispered as he knelt down in front of her forcing her to look him in the eye. Makayla sighed and slowly shook her head for a moment before reaching one of her free hands up and wiping away a lone tear from her eye.
"Yes." Ian nodded his head in understanding and stood up grabbing hold of her left hand so that she could stand up as well. "Come on my parents are waiting by the limo." He whispered as he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her through the crowd of people who were standing around talking about her parents and other things that people normally talked about during funerals. Makayla barely listened to them but from what she heard she wasn't really sure if some of them were there to pay their respects to Jacob and Maria Jones. Ian glanced over at her and sighed. "Just ignore them." He said as they exited the church, at the bottom of the stairs stood his parents Samuel and Kimberly Rowell her boyfriend's parents, and her parents' best friends.
"Sweetie, come on let's go before everyone else heads out." Kimberly Rowell suggested as she tucked her graying blonde hair behind her ear lobe. Makayla just nodded and allowed Ian to lead her down the stairs. Once they were seated in the limo it pulled off towards the cemetery towards her parent's finally resting place. She snuggled up to Ian and closed her eyes as the limo lurched towards her parents' final resting place. Samuel watched her silently from his wife's side for a moment. His heart bleed for her, it just wasn't right for a nineteen year to have to bury their parents. Clearing his throat he spoke up to her.
"Makayla…you know you can stay with us don't you." She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head and moving closer to Ian who was watching his father curiously. Now wasn't the time to be discussing living arrangements. Makayla was mourning the deaths of her parents, and right now she didn't need to concern herself with those thoughts.
"I know Mr. Rowell but I'd rather stay at home." She whispered softly, Samuel nodded his head and sighed.
"Very well…but I hope you know I will be checking up on you."
"We all will." Kimberly replied as she grabbed her husband's hand and squeezed it tightly. Ian nodded his head and looked down at Makayla.
"And I'll be staying with you…I'm not leaving you alone, not now…not ever." He whispered as he leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead. She gave him a small smile and shook her head.
"You don't have to do that, Ian." Ian just looked at her and shook his head while he turned his body towards her fully so he could look her completely in the eye.
"You're not pushing me away…you need me baby and I'm going to be there for you." He whispered as the limo came to a stop. Kimberly and Samuel watched the young couple quietly as their son assure Makayla that he would be there for her no matter what, and if they didn't know how deep their son's feelings went for Makayla Jones they knew now. Makayla just looked up at him and nodded her head. Ian gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before opening the door and climbing out and then helping her out as well. Together they walked towards her parents gravesite hands linked with Ian holding her close. Makayla felt her heart seize in her chest with grief as she looked at the two large holes where her parents were to be laid. Shaking her head she looked up at Ian who was watching her closely.
"I can't do this, Ian."
"Yes you can…if you don't you're going to regret now doing this for the rest of your life baby, and I'm not going to let you have that on your conscience. I know it hurts but you've got to face it because it's not going to go away." Makayla looked away from him as she thought about what he had just told her. She knew deep down in her heart that he was right, Ian was always right. If she didn't go, she would regret now doing so for the rest of her life.
"I'll go if you come with me." She whispered back, Ian nodded his head and started walking.
"That's fine with me." He replied as they walked over to the gravesite, there was a bundle of roses sitting to the side. Ian walked over and grabbed two and gave them to Makayla. "You have about twenty minutes before they have to cover up the holes baby…make the most of it." She took the roses away from him and walked over to the graves and knelt down between. She silently dropped one rose into her father's grave, before repeating the process with her mother's grave. Ian stood behind her silently giving her some alone time with her parents as she grieved for them. He glanced up as someone placed their hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw his father standing beside him holding his mother close.
"I don't think it is wise for her to be staying at the house, Ian." Samuel whispered as he continued to look at Makayla who was now weeping as she touched both headstones. Ian stood next to his father trying his best to fight off the urge to run to Makayla and take her in his arms. He knew she needed time and he was giving it to her. Turning to his father he sighed and shook his head.
"It's her decision."
"But Ian there are so many memories there…so many painful memories, I just think that staying in that house will do more damage then good. She needs to be around friends that care." Ian shook his head and pointed at himself.
"I'm going to be there for her…she won't be alone father." Samuel cut his eyes away from Ian and looked at Makayla, she was almost like a daughter to him and seeing her like she was hurt him a lot. He knew she was grieving but he wasn't as blinded by love as his son seemed to be.
"I still don't think that house is the best place for her now…not while all of this is still fresh not while she is still grieving." Ian moved his mouth to answer however stopped as Makayla called out to him her voice broken with tears. Ian glanced at his father one last time before heading over to Makayla. He approached her quickly and knelt down beside her and grabbed her hands.
"Baby what's wrong?"
"I…I can't be out here anymore please take me home." She whispered softly as she buried her head in the crook of his neck. Ian wrapped his arms around her tightly and stood up with her in his arms. He immediately started towards the limo. He briefly stopped back his parents.
"We'll be waiting in the limo." He said before walking back towards the limo that was parked at the edge of the cemetery so he could try and calm Makayla down.
Ian sighed as he looked in on Makayla for the second time that night, softly he closed the door and headed back downstairs where his parents where sitting. Running his hands together he saw down on the empty lazy boy and looked at his father and mother. "She's resting right now are you two going to head home…or are you staying."
"We'll leave…I think we just wanted to stay and see that you two would be alright here by yourselves." Kimberly stated with a quick smile, Ian just sighed and shook his head for a moment before speaking.
"Mom…Makayla and I are nineteen and twenty…I'm quite sure we can handle being here by ourselves." He stated firmly. "We'll be okay?" he whispered knowingly as he tried to reassure his parents that he had Makayla would be alright. Kimberly just shook her head and sighed.
"I just don't know if we're making the right decision. Makayla is so fragile right now and-." Samuel cleared his throat cutting his wife off. She gave him a look that spoke volumes before looking back at her son. "Makayla is just fragile right now, and we're worried. Neither of you have ever had to deal with a situation like this before. Losing a parent is hard enough, believe me but losing two…now that I couldn't even imagine."
"Mom…I'm strong, and I'm going to be here for Makayla. I love her and I'm going to help her get through this. You two can stay if you look or you can head home." Samuel nodded his head and stood up.
"Very well…I guess we better go, son. We'll be back tomorrow to check on you two alright." He stated as pulled his jacket on after helping his wife get hers on. Ian waited patiently for them to get ready before walking them to the door. Once they were gone he headed back upstairs and peaked into Makayla's room. Running a hand through his short cut blonde hair he frowned as he heard her whimpering in her sleep. Opening the door he slipped inside and closed it quietly while kicking off his shoes as Makayla's whimpers grew louder and louder. Climbing onto the bed he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him while kissing her forehead.
"Baby it's just a dream…baby wake up it's just a dream." He whispered in her ear, after a few more attempted Makayla jerked her eyes opened, she turned her head and stared up into her Ian's light blue eyes. Ian smiled down at her and tucked a strain of her curly hair behind her ear. "It was just a dream, baby." He whispered softly.
"No…no it wasn't…they're dead because of me." She whispered through tears as she shook her head. "They're dead because of me." She cried as she looked at him. Ian shook his head quickly.
"No that's not true."
"It is…Ian…it's my fault they were out driving that night. I was just so excited and I should have waited. I shouldn't have waited till the morning cause if I had done that I know they still would be alive." She whispered as she started crying even harder. Ian just shook his head and pulled her into his arms holding her tightly as she sobbed her heart and soul out. Ian rubbed a hand up and down her back trying his best to sooth her as his thoughts drifted towards Christmas day which happened one week ago.
One week ago…
"Mom…Dad…I'm telling you, you guys are going to love this. Me and Makayla have such a big surprise for you and her parents as well." He said with a bright smile as he settled down into the sofa and bright smile on his face. His father eyed him curiously before asking.
"Is Makayla pregnant cause I know Jacob wouldn't be to happy if that ended up being the surprise?" Ian just shook his head at his father's question.
"Nope that's not it, and you aren't going to make me answer. I'm not saying a thing about it till Makayla and her parents get here." Samuel just smiled and shrugged his shoulders while looking over at his wife.
"It was worth a shot wasn't it baby."
"Humph! Your lawyer tricks aren't going to work on me anymore, I'm onto them now more than ever." He replied with a chuckle as he looked at his father while wagging a finger at him. Samuel just rolled his eyes at his son's playfulness and shook his head.
"Well, I am certainly intrigued now, son…so you have to tell me I promise I'll act surprise." Kimberly just shook her head at her husband and looked at her son with a bright smile on her face.
"You know you're father can't handle secrets…it's like Christmas presents to him he just loves to solve them."
"That's not true, Kim. I can handle secrets."
"Sure you can…you do know I've been with you for nearly thirty plus years right." She replied with a laugh as she shook her head. "Admit it…you can't handle secrets and you've never been able to." Ian looked between his parents with a smile on his face shaking his head he realized that was exactly what he wanted with Makayla and he was certainly on his way to getting it.
"Son…please just tell me." Ian rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I'm going to ask Makayla to move in with me and-." He trailed off as the other part of the news dawned on both of his parents. Samuel jumped out of his seat and walked over to his son pulling him into a tight hug.
"I can't believe it. So you're really ready to take that finally step huh son." Ian nodded his head and sighed.
"I've known Makayla all my life…I love her and of course I'm ready to start my life with her. I want forever with her and that's exactly what I'm going to do I just hope she says yes." His mother looked at him for a moment before speaking.
"So you haven't proposed to her yet."
"I was going to do that in front of you guys and her parents." He replied with a smile, as he reached into his pocket and took out a small golden ring with three diamonds in it. Kimberly gasped at the beautiful ring her son was going to propose with.
"She will certainly say yes and nothing else but that." She whispered as she looked at him.
"Thanks mom…I certainly hope she says yes I don't know what I'll do if she says no." he whispered as he tucked the ring back away just as his cell phone went off. With a chuckle he looked at his parents. "It's probably Makayla right now…you know she never been good at directions." He replied before placing the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Is this a Mr. Ian Rowell?"
"Yes and who is speaking."
"Sir, I am calling you on behalf of Makayla Jones…there's been an accident and you're listed as one of her emergency contacts." Ian felt his heart drop in his chest as the words finally registered, Makayla had been in an accident, no that was impossible she was on her way to see him right now. "Sir are you sure that?"
"Mr. Rowell…I'm sorry but yes we are very sure, and we need your permission to push her through to surgery. She needs immediate attention right now or else she could die" Ian bowed his head in shock over the words, shaking his head he looked at his parents who were watching him curiously. "Mr. Rowell?"
"Yes…give her the surgery now what hospital."
"Mercy West." The man barely got out before Ian slammed his phone shut; his hands were shaking as his legs gave out slightly. His mother and father were immediately by his side looking him over to make sure he was alright. After a few moments his mind traveled back to Makayla and he jumped up.
"We have to get to Mercy West…Makayla…accident…" he trailed off as he bowed his head. Samuel understanding most of what his son said grabbed his keys. Looking at his wife he called out to her.
"Come on we better get to the hospital." Walking over to his son, he grabbed his arm and drugged him out of the hospital hoping that everything was okay, because he was sure that if something had happened to Makayla his son would never recover. The ride to Mercy West had been the longest ride in Ian's life. His foot tapped up and down on the floor of the car as his father sped down the expressway.
"Can't this car go any faster?"
"Ian, I'm going as fast as I can, son…we're almost five minutes out." Samuel replied as he glanced at his son through the rearview mirror. Ian just looked away from him and back out the window. As soon as the car pulled into the hospital parking lot, Ian jumped out of the car and raced inside. He entered the emergency waiting room and ran over to the nurses' station. Slamming his hands down on the counter top he watched as the small round black nurse looked up at him. "Where's Makayla Jones?" he shouted out, his outburst immediately quieting the busy waiting room. The woman placed her hands on her hips and glared at him for a moment before shaking her head.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't have time to play with you woman? Where's Makayla Jones…I got a call from this hospital and they were telling me that she was here and I need to KNOW WHERE SHE IS!" he shouted again. The woman shook her head.
"And who are you?"
"I'm here fiancé, now where-." Ian's respond was cut short by his father stepping up. Samuel gave the woman apologetic smile and spoke.
"Ian, go and sit with your mother I'll handle this." Ian gave the woman one last glare before walking over to his mother. Samuel watched him for a few more moments before turning back to the nurse.
"Ma'am could you please help me and my son out…we received a call from this hospital early tonight about a Makayla Jones, now that's my son fiancée and we need to know what's happening." The woman nodded her head and started flipping through her charts, before pulling one out.
"I'm not suppose to really give you this information but I understand that what's happening is good for anyone so…oh…it says that a Makayla, Jacob, and Maria Jones were brought in nearly an hour ago."
"Her parents are here as well."
"I assume so…I'll notify the doctor that you are here and he'll come and inform you all about Makayla and her parents." She stated picking up the phone. Samuel watched her silently for a few moments before turning and walking over to his family. Ian watched him closely as he headed towards them.
"What is she doing?"
"She's letting the doctor know that we are here and when he has time he's going to let us know what's going on…oh and her parents are here as well."
"Oh my god…what happened?" Kimberly asked her husband as she wrapped her arms around her son.
"I think it was a car accident, dear." Samuel replied as he sat down next to her with a heavy sigh. "All we can do now is wait though…hopefully the doctor will come out and explain to us what exactly is going on." He stated softly as he looked at her. It was nearly an hour before they saw the doctor, and when they saw him he looked sad and extremely exhausted. He was an older man probably around the age of fifty, but he seemed to have aged well. The man was clothed in a white lab coat and blue scrubs. He cleared his throat and sighed. "Mr. Rowell?" Ian shot up at the sound of his name and rubbed his hands together nervously.
"I'm Ian Rowell…how's Makayla and her parents?" The doctor sighed and walked over to him placing a hand on his shoulder as if to steady him.
"I have so good and bad news…Makayla is alive and well the surgery was a success however her parents died. We tried everything we could, but it…it didn't work." He stated softly as he looked at Ian whose knees buckled at the words. Samuel grabbed his son and kept him up right as he looked at the doctor.
"Can he see her?"
"Of course, she's been moved into a recovery room…however he can only see her for ten minutes." Ian just nodded his head as he moved away from his father.
"I don't care take me to see her." The doctor nodded and turned on his heel and headed down the hall. Ian followed closely behind while trying his best to mentally prepare himself for however Makayla and hoping that he had the strength to handle it all.
"Here we are…I'll be back soon to take you to the waiting room." He said as Ian entered the room and walked over to the bed. Ian paused at a nearby chair and slowly scanned his eyes over Makayla's fragile form. Her light brown skin was extremely pale and it didn't have the same glow that he had grown accustomed too. He quickly pulled the chair over to her bedside and grabbed her hand tightly in his hand. Bringing the hand to his lips he kissed it softly and placed it against his cheek and closed his eyes as he thought about her and all that she had been through in the space of just a few hours and how close he had been to losing her. His breath stilled in his throat as she hoarsely groaned out his name.
"Ian?"
"Yeah it's me baby I'm here." He whispered as he looked at her while moving his chair closer to her bedside. He watched as her eyes fluttered opened and looked at him her hazel eyes recognizing him immediately.
"Oh Ian…what…what happened?" she whispered.
"Do you need some water?" he asked trying his best to avoid the question, he didn't know if it would be wise to tell her about her parents' death. He didn't want to be the one to tell her that news. Makayla just nodded her head at his question and he hopped up and poured her a small glass of water. Making his way back to her side he placed a hand behind her head and helped her take a sip before lowering her back down to the bed and setting the glass down.
"Ian, please tell me what happened?" he sighed and bowed his head for a moment before answering.
"You and your parents were in a car accident…don't you remember." He whispered as he brushed a loose curl out of her face. Makayla stared at him for a moment before realization settled on her features lifting her free hand she covered her mouth as more tears escaped her eyes.
"Oh my god where are they…where are my parents." She cried out, Ian bowed his head and squeezed her hand tighter.
"I'm sorry Taylor but they didn't make it…they didn't make baby." At his words, Makayla started crying, Ian immediately pulled her into his arms trying his best to give her all the comfort he knew she needed. He loved her and he was going to be there for her and he was going to help her get through this difficult time.
Now…
Ian snapped out of the memory and glazed down at Makayla who was snuggled deep in his arms her breathing was easy and she had stopped crying. Holding her tighter he kissed her forehead and rested his head against hers as he whispered. "It isn't your fault?"
It had exactly one week since the funeral, Makayla was still withdrawn but she had begun to venture out of her room more and more as the days went by. Ian stood at the stove scrambling some eggs while watching the waffle maker so he wouldn't burn the waffles like he had earlier that week. His parents had called him earlier and told him that they were coming over, because there was some things that Samuel had to discuss with Makayla concerning her parents. Clearing his throat he put the eggs on the plate and pulled out the waffles before calling out. "Makayla baby breakfast is ready!" He waited a moment and then Makayla was walking into the kitchen cautiously. She had on a pair of old sweats and one of his old varsity basketball shirts.
"I'm not hungry." Ian walked over to the table and set the plate down and looked at her. Shaking his head he pointed at the table.
"I'm not listening to that…you're going to eat, Makayla. This isn't up for discussion now come over here." He said as he pulled out the table. Makayla sighed and walked over and sat down, Ian pushed her up to the table and went to fix his plate. Sitting down across from her he watched as she picked up some eggs and ate it slowly as if she was afaird the food would be terrible. He smirked at the gesture and started eating his own food. "You know my parents are coming over today."
"They don't have to do that, Ian." She replied as she looked up at him, shrugging his shoulders Ian sighed.
"I know, but my father said he had some things he needed to discuss with you concerning your parents." Makayla looked at him for a moment before shaking her head.
"He already read the will."
"Well maybe it's something else…I really don't know what all this is about…all I know is you better eat your breakfast." She rolled her eyes at his answer but starting eating anyway. Ian could barely head the sigh of relief as he watched her actually eat quite a huge portion of her breakfast. Maybe she was going to start coming out of the depression, he certainly hoped so. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Makayla looked up at him and moved to get up but Ian shot up out of his seat and pointed at her. "I'll go…you finish your breakfast, baby." He stated as he walked into the hallway and headed towards the front door. Opening it he was surprise to see his mother and father. "Mom…Dad I thought you guys weren't coming over till this afternoon."
"Plans change son…now where's Makayla?" Samuel said as Ian stepped aside to allow him and his wife inside.
"I'm right here." They all looked up to find Makayla standing in the doorway. Ian looked over at her and sighed.
"You're supposed to be finishing your breakfast." Makayla placed her hands on her hips and gave him a look before answering.
"I love you Ian, but I don't love the babying. If your parents have something to say about my parents well I want to hear it alright and I want to hear it now." Samuel looked between the two of them before clearing his throat.
"Let's talk in the living room shall we," he paused and looked at Ian and added. "Alone." Ian scoffed at his father's words and shook his head while looking over at Makayla who seemed just as serious.
"Fine."
"Baby are you sure?" Ian asked her softly as he walked over and grabbed her hands; she looked up at him and nodded her head.
"I'm sure." He sighed and lowered his head.
"Alright then…just holla if you need me alright I'll be in the kitchen." Makayla nodded as he stepped around her and headed down the hallway. Once he was gone she looked at Samuel and Kimberly and sighed.
"Okay let's go to the living…Kimberly why don't you go and check on Ian." He said as he moved towards the hallway, with Makayla following close behind. Once they were alone he motioned for her to sit down on the sofa while he sat down on the chair directly across from her.
"What's this all about Mr. Rowell?" Makayla asked as she looked at him while settling back on the sofa. Samuel watched her for a brief moment before reaching down to the briefcase that he had been carrying. Setting it up on his lap, he looked at her as he opened it up.
"You know I am or was your parents' lawyer and because of that they trusted me with certain information." Makayla nodded her head for a moment before sighing.
"Yes I know that Mr. Rowell." She whispered not really sure where this was going but all of a sudden she had a rather horrible feeling in her the depths of her stomach. Samuel reached into his briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Your parents even trusted me with information about you, and I promised them that if they died I would let you know a secret that they had planned to tell you on your twenty-first birthday."
"What are you talking about?"
"Here read this?" he said unable to find it in himself to tear her world apart, instead he decided to let her find out for herself. Reaching across the small divide he handed her the paper and sat back silently as she took it all in. Makayla glanced over the words for a brief moment before dropping it to the ground and shaking her head. She glared up at him and then pointed an accusing finger down at the paper.
"That is a lie…that's a lie." She exclaimed angrily as Samuel just shook his head, he hated doing this but he knew it was necessary besides he had promised both Jacob and Maria that he would do it in the event of their deaths, and he was never a man to break a promise.
"Makayla this is not a lie." He stated firmly. "I promised your parents that if they died I would tell you the truth about who your real parents are…I'm sorry that your parents aren't here to tell you this and-."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Makayla, I told you I promised your parents I would tell you if they died. They were going to tell you when you turned twenty-one but because of their untimely death I have to tell you." He whispered softly. "Now this is the truth…you aren't your parents' biological child but you are their child because they raised you with love."
"I'm adopted and my parents they aren't even my parents. Do you even understand how I'm feeling right now?"
"I was an adopted child myself, Makayla. I understand how you're feeling. I believe this is why your parents chose me to tell you this in case they weren't here, because I would know how you're feeling." He said as he leant down and picked up the paper. "This is your real birth certificate…these are your real parents and you need to accept that."
"I can't…I can't…Jacob and Maria Jones are my true parents they are just-."
"They are your real parents too."
"Then why did they give me up…they obviously didn't love me if they gave me up." She snapped angrily with tears streaming down her face. Samuel shook his head as he looked at her reaching into his briefcase he pulled out a brown package and handed it to her with the birth certificate.
"I suggest you read this, before you start casting around accusations like that…you don't know anything about your birth parents." He replied firmly. Makayla reluctantly took the package and certificate from him and looked down at it.
"So Troy Bolton and Taylor McKessie are my real parents huh." She whispered as tears escaped from her eyes. Samuel nodded his head somberly as he watched her as the reality of his words finally sank in.
"Yes…they are your parents, your biological parents." Makayla sighed and looked at the certificate again. After a few moments she shook her head in disbelief as she started crying even more then before.
"I need time to myself alright." She whispered as she quickly walked out of the room. Samuel waited till she was gone before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. As he entered the conversation between his son and his wife stopped, Ian looked at him in surprised before asking.
"Where's Makayla?" Samuel bowed his head and settled down into a chair at the table. "Dad, where's Makayla?"
"She's in her room…she needed sometime alone."
"Time alone….time alone from what." Ian snapped as he looked at his father. Samuel looked down at his hands and sighed.
"Her world just got tore apart and she needs some time alone to sort everything out, son…just give her some time for that alright."
Makayla entered her bedroom and slammed the door closed; walking over to the bed she tossed the package and birth certificate on the bed before climbing in as well. She slowly opened the package and dumped the contents out on the bed before her. There were four items three were letters and one was a small brown paper book that looked like some sort of journal. She shifted through all the letters and saw that two of them had the names of her biological parents' scribbled on the front. Tossing them to the side she saw her adoptive parents' names scribbled on a single envelope and then she picked up the brown journal and opened it up. On the inside on the front cover it read.
Taylor Anne McKessie's Journal
She ran her fingertips over the old and partially faded scribble and then closed the book and reached out to pick up the letter with her mother's name on it. She slowly and carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of paper with her mother's handwriting. Unfolding the paper she realized it was a rather long letter to her. Leaning back against the back she began to read.
To my lovely daughter,
If you are reading this, then I guess your parents allowed you to find out about me and your father. The first thing I want to say to you is, that your father and I love you deeply and that we would have never given you up if we had had a choice. I pray that when you find out about me and your father that you aren't to upset with your adoptive parents. Believe me they love me, I know they do just as much as me and your father love you so please don't be upset with them. I'm writing this letter because I feel like I have to explain myself to you. I have to try to make you understand. Your father wrote you a letter as well; if you have time I hope you read it as well. First off I want to tell you that you were never a teenager mistake, your father and I love one another and we so wanted to raise you but our parents, our parents worked against us and I ended up being forced to give you up for adoption. I'm crying now as I write this to you because I will probably never see you. Even though I carried you for nine months and felt you grow inside of me. Felt your kicks and knew that your heart was beating in time with mine. But it ended up not mattering because you were still taken from me and I was never even allowed to hold you in my arms and give you a kiss on rock you to sleep in my arms or look into your eyes. All of those joys were taken away from me but do not blame your parents. I don't believe they actually knew what was going on, all they knew was that I was a pregnant sixteen year old girl that was giving up my child for adoption, but in reality that was never the plan. Your father and I wanted to raise you. We wanted to see you take your first steps and say your first words. All of those things we messed. I have included my journal from my high school. This journal basically ended on the night before you were born. Your father and I thought it would be nice to give you something so you could see just how we got together and how you came to be. It was a rather lovely idea so I agreed. I hope that when your finished reading the journal you realize that your father and I love you very much and that we have never stopped thinking about you and we never will. You will always be in our thoughts.
Love,
Your mother: Taylor McKessie.
Makayla closed her eyes and held the letter to her chest as her body was suddenly racked in sobs. Her shoulders shook as she closed her eyes tightly willing the pain in her chest to go away. The letter had struck something deep inside of her, reaching out she picked up her father's letter and looked at he hand writing. It seemed to be the same as her mother's. Opening the letter she slowly began reading.
My darling little princess,
Your mother is writing this for me, I unfortunately will not be there for your birth not because I don't want to be, but because I was tricked into staying away. I want you to know first and foremost that I love you and your mother deeply. Your mother is the queen of my universe which makes you the princess of my universe. Tomorrow, Taylor will have you and I will probably never see you, but your mother is writing this for you now because I want you to know how much your father loves and adores you. I won't dwell on my parents, but let's just say your grandparents are the reason behind our forced separation. I only pray that you have a good life and that your adoptive parents treat you with love and care. I wish I could see you grow. I wish I could hear your cries as you enter this world. I wish for so many things, but the main thing I wish for is for you, your mother and I to be together. This letter is so you will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that both your mother and I love you with all our hearts. There won't be a day that goes by that I won't think about you. My time is getting short so I'm going to end this letter like this. I love you so much and I hope that one day either in this life or the next that we can meet, and that it doesn't matter what age you are when you read this letter because you will always be my darling little princess.
Love
Your Daddy: Troy Bolton.
Makayla closed her eyes and slumped deeper into her bed as she thought over all she just read. Her whole life, she had believe that Jacob and Maria Jones were her parents when the truth was she was her parents had been forced to give her up for adoption because their parents didn't want them to have her. She blinked and felt two tears race down her cheek. Lifting one hand up she wiped them away and reached out and picked up the brown journal and the letter from her parents. She studied both of them silently for a moment trying to decide what she would do next. After a moment she placed her parents' letter in the back of the journal and sat back on the bed. She'd read their letter after reading her real mother's journal because she wanted to know as much as she could about Troy Bolton and Taylor McKessie her biological parents.
A/N: Should I continue?