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A/N: I hope you all like this story…I got the idea for it by listening to Kanye West's song Flashing Lights…go look up the lyrics if you want some idea of where I will be headed with this story. It's going to be out there, so I hope you guys like it, well anyway here it is.

Baby S

Chapter One

My name is Troy Anthony Bolton, the new superstar on the Los Angeles Lakers team, but if there was one thing. One thing I could say to show you what type of person I am. Well I'd pick the word…fool. Hell I might even add in damn, that's right I'm a damn fool. Nothing more…nothing less. Now I know you're probably asking yourself why I am so hard on myself. Well if you've seen how I've acted over the past year and a half, you wouldn't even be asking yourself that question. You'd probably be calling me something a bit heavier than fool. I have no excuses and no one to blame. Of course I'd love to blame others but really I'm a grown man and I have to take reasonability for my actions, no matter how dumb or hurtful they end up being. I, alone messed up my marriage, made my son hate me, and lost the only woman that truly loves me. The guilt for these mistakes…rest with me alone. You may be wondering what happened, well to put it simply I was seduced by the idea of fame or as one of my friends but…I was seduced by the flashing lights. Everything was ruined in the blink of an eye. Because I couldn't control myself…I couldn't control my lust. I was a man and I showed the entire world including my family that I was a weak man. A fool. A damn fool. I just hope that I can fix this…fix us.

The shrill ringing of his cell phone sounded, breaking the peaceful silence in his bedroom. Reaching out he blindly picked the offending piece of technology up and pressed it against his ear after answering the call. "Hello?"

"I'm surprise you picked up Mr. Bolton."

"Mr. McKessie?" Troy stated in confusion as he slowly rubbed sleep out of his eyes. There was a pause on the line before the man spoke again.

"Hello, Troy…I'm not calling to talk, I just thought you'd like to know that Taylor gave birth this morning." Troy instantly sat up, and looked at his clock it was nearly seven o'clock in the morning.

"Why am I just now getting a phone call?"

"I was busy taking care of my family something you obviously don't know about. Did you really think I'd trust you to help take care of my daughter after you failed her one too many times back in L.A.?" Mr. McKessie exclaimed his voice getting rougher as his voice grew with rage. "I'm just telling you now cause it's the right thing to do."

"The right thing to do…would have been calling me immediately when she went into labor." Snapped Troy as he threw back his covers and stood up getting out of the bed.

"We're at Memorial if you want to come." Troy resisted the urge to scream out as he heard the dial tone in his phone. Pushing himself off the bed he rushed into his closet and started getting ready. Grabbing a tee-shirt and some jeans, he quickly dressed and rushed out of the house.

It barely took him anytime to make it to Memorial, parking his car he raced inside and over to the desk that was placed in the middle of the floor. Leaning against it he caught the eyes of an older black lady who was talking to one of her fellow workers. Clearing his throat he put on his most charming smile and cleared his throat. "Excuse me ma'am…I'm looking for…I mean do you know what room a Taylor Bolt- I mean a Taylor McKessie is." The looked at him closely and then gasped, Troy bowed his head and cursed himself for not remembering to wear his cap and sunglasses.

"Oh my goodness you're that NBA player Troy Bolton…my son just loves you." Troy sighed and narrowed his eyes, his annoyance over the situation quickly coming through to the woman who just covered her mouth and blushed. "I'm so sorry…I just sometimes-." Troy shook his head and waved his hands in the air as if to dismiss her apology.

"No I am…I'm just tense that's all. Look I'll sign something for your son, but afterwards you have to tell me where she is. I really want to see my child." He stated as he woman nodded her head and quickly looked around, picking up a piece of paper she handed it to him. "What's his name?"

"Anthony." She supplied with a beaming smile not even noticing that Troy had paused after hearing her answer. With a small smile, he quickly wrote down an inspiring message on the paper and handed it back to her, while pushing thoughts of his own family out of his mind. "He can't wait for you to come back…he's really missed seeing you play." Troy sighed and nodded his head.

"Well there are some things that I have to handle before that can happen…I'm sorry but where is Taylor McKessie she should be in the maternity ward." The woman blushed again and then moved to her computer. Troy watched as she typed down a few things before looking back up at him.

"She's on floor three…in room 315."

"Thank you." He stated sincerely as he patted his hands on the counter before turning around and heading towards the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed he leaned against the wall and pressed a hand to his face. He wondered if he could talk to her today about being with him. He wondered if he could convince her to take him back today. Lord, knows he had been trying ever since he had found out about the pregnancy. He still couldn't believe that her father didn't call him until after she had the baby. The baby was his child, he would never deny that. He had every right to be there. Every right. As he finished the thought the all too familiar cloud of doubt came over him. This unfortunately wasn't the first time he was late to the hospital in regards to Taylor or their son. Getting off the elevator, he was immediately on the third floor waiting room. He paused as his eyes settled on Taylor's mother who was currently fixing herself a cup of coffee. "Mrs. McKessie." He called out watching as he older woman jerked around at his voice. The look of shock on her face instantly turned into a frown as she took him in. Troy reluctantly remembered a time when she would always greet him with a smile and a hug, but now it seemed as if those moments were only figments of his imagination.

"What are you doing here?" she asked angrily as she studied him from her position across the room. Troy lifted a hand and rubbed it through his hair before resting it on the back of his neck.

"I…I've come to see Taylor and our new child." He stated with a wince as he realized just how awkward they truly sounded. He didn't like his words sounding awkward especially in reference to his wife…ex-wife. "What I want to know if why I wasn't contacted before she went into labor." Mrs. McKessie sneered at his question before speaking up.

"You've got a lot of nerve asking that question, Troy." She snapped before lifting her coffee cup to her mouth and taking a sip. "Besides we weren't sure that'd you show up, and instead of disappointing Anthony with you pulling another disappearance act. You know with you being famous and all…we weren't sure if you'd show up around us common folk. We didn't want to burden you with the idea of showing up for the birth of your child…just like you were burdened with the idea of Taylor being in the hospital before," Troy lowered his head as she continued to speak, he quickly lowered his hands and shoved them into his pocket. "Besides we didn't know if you would be able to tear yourself away from your slut of the week. To be truthful we told Sean to call you because we were hoping if we did you'd show up tonight." Troy looked away at her words, it would have been better for her to stab him repeatedly then to say those words. It wasn't like he wasn't living with the guilt each and everyday.

"Mrs. McKessie, that isn't me anymore."

"Oh wow, should I applaud…I mean what's the point you made the change a little to late, she's no longer with you." She asked her voice dripping with sarcasm, Troy rolled his eyes for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm doing this for her…I'm changing for her, and her alone."

"Troy, you've really got to work on that timing of yours. I'm serious, besides it's to bad that you didn't change for her and her alone when she wanted you too…when she begged you too. Did you ever love her?" she asked harshly. "Did you ever love my daughter?"

"I've never stopped loving her." He stated quickly speaking up as he looked at her his eyes telling her that he wasn't lying. Mrs. McKessie however decided to ignore it all and continued talking.

"I find that extremely…hard…to…believe." Troy rolled his eyes and looked away from her again.

"I know," he turned back to her and then spoke again. "Now where is she and the baby…I want to see-."

"Her…the baby is a girl." At the news Troy felt an extreme mixture of happiness, sadness, nervousness, regret and guilt. The whirlwind of emotions immediately took his breath away. Mrs. McKessie studied him closely before speaking.

"A…a girl."

"Yes, it seems that you're getting another chance let's hope to God you're there for this baby more than-."

"Don't you dare finish that statement." He nearly shouted his chest rising and falling as he stared angrily at the woman before him. "Look just take me to them alright…I'm not going to ask again." Mrs. McKessie nodded and turned on her heel; Troy followed her and sighed as he tried to shake of the guilt that was currently pressing down on his heart and lungs making it difficult for him to breathe. As they neared the room, he saw Mr. McKessie leaning against the doorframe. Mr. McKessie had always been a source of fear and admiration for Troy. He feared the man because Mr. McKessie was such a huge and strong man. His blonde hair was cut in a buzz cut a style he had gotten used to wearing when he played in the NFL. The man was from the south just like Mrs. McKessie. He was also a source of admiration; Troy had always found the man to be a real man. He had married Mrs. McKessie after her husband of six months…who was also his best friend died in a car accident. He admired the way he loved Taylor like she was his own and also the way he loved her mother.

"Sean look who showed up."

"I know…I'm trying to believe it myself, dear." He muttered as he stood up and looked down at Troy. "I'm surprised you showed up so soon."

"I know you're both surprise." Troy murmured with sarcasm, as he looked at the man for a moment. "But all I care about is seeing Taylor and our child." Sean narrowed his eyes at the son-in-law he once adored. Reaching out he gripped the back of Troy's neck and pulled him close.

"She's right in there…all I have to say is that you better not hurt her, because there won't be a thing in this world to stop me from doing the same or something worst to you. Take that to the bank, son cause I never break my promises." Troy gulped as he pushed him back slightly as if standing in his presence made him disgusted. Troy straightened his clothing and sighed for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm not going to hurt her."

"Really cause it seems like you've been going for the record on how many times you can make her cry in one year." Sean replied as he crossed his massive arms in front of him. "I'm only going to tell you this one more time. Don't you dare hurt her." Troy just sighed and turned away from him. "We'll be waiting out here."

"Do whatever you want." Troy muttered as he opened the door and stepped inside. He silently closed the door behind him, thankful there was a hallway in the room that was blocking him from view. He sincerely hoped that his visit wouldn't end up like his last one, with screaming and yelling, and Taylor telling him that she wishing that she had never met him. He didn't know if he could take another declaration like that again.

"Dad?" Taylor's voice rang out accompanied by a gurgle from what he could only assume was his baby girl. Stepping into her line of vision he gave her a weak smile and shook his head.

"No, your father…he's still outside." Taylor looked at him for a moment, and then he directed his glaze to Anthony who was lying beside her on the hospital bed, as well as the little innocent baby girl in her arms…his daughter. God she was absolutely beautiful and in the spitting image of Taylor. Anthony immediately lifted his head up and looked at Troy timidly; Troy tried his best not to give way to tears as he remembered the times when Anthony would simply rush him for a hug calling out his name constantly.

"Hi, Daddy. Look mommy had a baby." He exclaimed as he looked at him, and gave him a small wave before pointing at his little sister. Troy smiled and walked over to the bed. Reaching out he brushed his hand through Anthony's hair and just sighed for a moment.

"How you doing buddy? And I see her…she's lovely isn't see?" he asked with a smile as he looked at his son who nodded in agreement, he didn't even want to think about how long it had been since had last seen his own son. Turning to Taylor he looked at her and sighed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I've just given birth to a six pound four ounce baby…but other than that I'm fine." She replied as she gave him a playful smile, but it came out rather forced and both of them knew it. Taylor looked up at as he reached out and tenderly touched his daughter's small hand that was clenched in a fist. "You know you didn't have to come out here and-" Troy looked up at her and Taylor could instantly see the sadness and regret in his eyes as he shook his head.

"No…this is where I need to be…with my family, welcoming our newest member into the fold." He carefully lifted his daughter's feet and counted ten toes and repeated the process with her hands being mindful that he simply didn't want to wake her. She looked extremely peaceful and he didn't want to ruin that. When Taylor didn't respond to his earlier statement he continued. "She was much trouble was she? No…I can tell she wasn't." he stated softly as he ran a finger out the baby soft ebony curls on the top of her head. The movement caused her to stir and a moment later she was looking up at him. "She's beautiful." He whispered as tears gathered in his eyes. "Just beautiful…she looks just like her mother."

"Thank you." Taylor stated softly as she looked into the face of the man she had loved most of her life. Anthony just remained silent by herself, somehow knowing that now wasn't the time for him to speak. Troy glanced up at her as she spoke and offered her a small smile as he thought, throughout all of the months since their separation; the only expression that he had seen after their initial confrontation was sadness. She seems to always look at him with nothing but pure sadness. Clearing his throat and mentally shaking his mind of the thoughts he returned his glaze back towards his daughter.

"Did you name her yet?"

"No…I was going to wait till you showed up." She whispered as she looked back up at him. Troy reached behind him and pulled up a chair. Sitting down he studied her for a moment before speaking.

"Anything you have in mind I'm game for…I mean I'll go along with it." He replied as he studied the baby's face which was studying him closely. Lifting his eyes up he looked at Taylor. "Any names?"

"I was thinking about Ashala." Troy looked at her for a moment before tilting his head to the side as he if he was mauling over the name in his mind. He glanced at his daughter and then back at Taylor.

"Where is that from?" he asked curiously as he shifted in the seat so that he was facing her fully. Taylor looked down at Ashala and then back up at Troy before answering his question.

"A woman in one of my birthing classes that was her name and she was absolutely beautiful and I absolutely loved her name." Troy forced himself to smile as he continued to speak.

"So you went to more birthing classes, huh…I thought the ones we had with Anthony were enough." He stated with a nervous chuckle which sounded more like an awkward clucking of his tongue over the roof of his mouth. Taylor met his eyes and continued speaking; he wasn't going to make her feel guilty for doing things without.

"I felt a little out of practice, you know it's been so long since we had Anthony," at the mention of his name Anthony looked up at his parents but remained silent. "Um….so my Dad took me as well as Chad when he could, Gabrielle didn't seem to mind." Troy placed his hands on his knees and dug his fingers in. Another thing that he had missed, he wasn't sure if he could ever forgive himself for all of his mistakes. There were just too many.

"I'm glad they could help out." He whispered softly as he looked at her for a moment. "You need someone to depend on…and we both know that isn't me." He looked up as Taylor bitterly chuckled. She shook her head and reached out lying one of her small hands on the crook of his arm.

"Don't." she whispered as she looked at him. "Don't keep doing this to yourself." Troy raised an eyebrow in response to her statement.

"Don't do what?"

"Keep putting so much on yourself…I know you…you're blaming yourself for everything." Troy sighed and just reached up and touched her hand for a moment as he looked at her.

"Isn't it…isn't this all my fault." He whispered as he looked at her for a moment. "I'm the reason that we're-." he paused and looked at his children. "I think this conversation is best had in private and not in front of small ears."

"My ears aren't small daddy." Anthony exclaimed as he looked up at his father. Troy sent him a smile and reached out and picked him up immediately causing the small child to giggle as only young children can.

"Come on…I'm going to take you to your grandparents."

"What about, Ashala." Taylor asked, Troy set Anthony down and reached out for daughter and settled her in his arms.

"I'll give her to them too…they can take her to the nursery." He whispered as he turned and walked out of the room with there children. A few moments later he returned and sighed as he sat down next to her bed. They both sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up.

"You these past months have been utter hell for me…and the only thing I find myself thinking about is you. Taylor, I want you back." He stated whispering the last part out of nervous and the fear of being rejected by her because of all that he had put them through. Taylor who had been listening silently jerked her head up at his admission and sighed for a moment as she studied him. He had his head bowed and his hands clasped between his legs. He looked like Anthony when he got into trouble, only she prayed her son never got into this kind of trouble with his future wife.

"Let me get this straight you want me back?"

"More than anything." He whispered carefully lifting his head up and looking into her eyes. Taylor paused for a moment before her mind traveled to the one woman that had caused their divide.

"And are you sure I'm enough. What about Ms. Lockhart, huh…are you finished with her." Troy didn't response he just nodded his head as he thought about the woman who had been one of the main reasons he had lost everything, he held dear. If there was one name he actually hated in the English language it was Jessica Lockhart…to him the name was worst than the devil. She had singlehandedly ruined his whole life. Taylor frowned at his silence and took it for meaning that he was still of course messing around with the woman. Slapping her hand on her thigh she spoke again this time however her voice was extremely harsher. "Damn it Troy are you and that bitch finished cause if not you can get the hell out of this room and go back to her."

"We're finished." He stated softly.

"I mean really finished…are you really finished with her." Troy nodded his head and clasped his hands together making a loud clapping noise as he leaned back in the chair and stared up at the ceiling.

"She came to the old house yesterday…and I ended it right there. I wasn't going to let her break me down. She wasn't going to win. Not now…not ever again." He finished as he looked at Taylor hoping that she would believe him. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't.

"What did she want?" Taylor asked her voice soft as she looked at him. Troy rubbed a hand over his jaw before answering.

"She came to the house in a trenchcoat," he paused and looked away from her and back up at the ceiling. "Like I said…she wanted me but I…I didn't want her, I want you." As he finished his story, Taylor just rolled her eyes and gave off a bitter chuckle while lying her head back on the pillows behind her.

"Of course she would do that…the slut."

"I didn't let her in…I kicked her off the property. You're the only woman I want in this world. The only one." He admitted. "She's means nothing."

"She meant something…before…she wasn't just nothing for you when you went against our wedding vows." Troy bowed his head for a moment and sighed brokenly.

"I am and will always be ashamed of my weakness…but, and I know this sounds weak. But I never stopped loving you." He looked at her for a moment and just sighed. "I never stopped loving you. You have to know that if you don't know anything else; know that I have never stopped loving you." The room became quiet almost instantly at his statement; Taylor didn't her glaze from the ceiling as she thought over his words. There was a time in their relationship, where she would have accepted the declaration of his love as gospel truth. However, the past year had not only made her second guess her appeal as a woman but also the love that he claimed to have for her. After a few more moments she spoke up again.

"I know." She whispered softly more to herself than to him. Troy seemed to brighten at this admission and reached out lifting her hand to his mouth for a gently kiss on the back of her hand which immediately broken Taylor. "And I just want you to know that I have never stopped loving you, despite everything, I could never bring myself to hate you."

"I will thank God for that every day for the rest of my life," he whispered as he turned in his seat and studied her for a bit. "Taylor, I know this mean seem a bit much, but I have to know," he paused and took another deep breath. "What I know…no what I need to know is can we…can we try again." He finished his statement with a deep breath and looked at Taylor who just stared back at him.

"No." she stated bluntly without hesitation, at her words Troy bowed his head and tried his best not to cry even though the tears were rising within him. He knew it had been too much to ask. He knew that he had put her and their family through to much, but he had foolishly thought that if she still loved him that there was a chance they could make things work. Taylor watched him for a bit before continuing. "No we can not try again…but we can try to move forward. There's no going back…the past is the past, but we can try to make things better for us in the future. I love you, Troy and I don't want to be without you anymore." Troy lifted his head at her words and a smile brightened his face.

"You mean it…I love you so much baby and I couldn't imagine living without you…so do you mean it."

"Of course I mean it, Troy I love you…and these past months have been nothing short of a self-imposed hell." A tear slid down Troy's cheek as he nodded his head slowly as he thought over her words. For him it had been a self-imposed hell, but in the beginning he had been too blinded to realize what was not only happening to him but also their relationship.

"I know we can make it…I know we can get back to the way we were…or-." Taylor reached out and placed on a hand on top of Troy's and sighed for a moment as he stopped speaking.

"Slow down…we'll figure everything out. All I know is that…what we have, the love we have for another is what will get us through everything. I married you for better or worse, I guess we're just getting our worst out of the way right now." Troy looked at her and stood bending over the bed, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment.

"I love you with every fiber of my being…with everything I am." He whispered, Taylor's eyes sparkled with tears as Troy repeated the last two lines from his wedding vows. Lowering his head slightly he placed his lips softly against hers as tears fell from both their eyes. Everything seemed perfect, they had just had a daughter and now they were finally after months and months of being apart. They were finally connecting. Troy and Taylor continued to kiss ignoring the sound of the hospital room door opening. They moment was shattered by the harsh voice of a female.

"I should have known you be here with her…I should have known." A medium built brown headed female exclaimed as she made her way fully into the room. Troy's eyes narrowed immediately as he saw her.

"Jessica what the hell are you doing here? Did you follow me?" Troy exclaimed as he looked at her for a moment. The girl wiped a hand over her face, and Troy realized that she was actually crying. Shaking his head he took a step towards her as Taylor watched silently from behind him. "I don't know what going on with you, but you are going to have to leave."

"You don't know…you broke my heart Troy. I love you." Troy's face remained completely stoned as he started at her, his blue eyes becoming cold and unfeeling. He was tired of this…and he was tired of her.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that because I love my wife…and our family. You were a mistake a huge mistake but I never loved you." He stated harshly and bluntly as he looked at her for a moment.

"Liar!" she screamed as she shook her head, but looking over his shoulder at Taylor who was still watching in silence. "He's a liar…he loves me, he was going to leave you and-."

"Don't you talk to my wife…I was never going to leave Taylor. You played a role in our separation. I never wanted her to leave." Jessica just shook her head as she looked at her and then at Taylor. Troy, however, quickly moved into her way blocking Taylor from her view. "I think you need to leave."

"I'm not leaving without you." She cried as she looked at her shaking her head. "I'm not leaving here without you."

"Without me…I don't want anything to do with you. You mean nothing to me, just go." He replied as he shook his head. Jessica however shook her head again as if she were shaking his words from her mind.

"All those things I did for you…for us."

"What things…what did you do for me, other than ruin my marriage. That was your whole agenda. You wanted to ruin my marriage to Taylor and you almost succeeded, but we aren't going to let you win. Not now. Not ever."

"Oh so all I did for you was ruin your marriage…what about your career, I helped with that."

"Yeah, cause you wanted to be with a superstar…Taylor loved me regardless of my status. She just loved me because of who I am. Jessica, please just go you're making a fool out of yourself." He murmured as he turned his back to her, Jessica immediately began to breathe heavier than normal, and then she dropped the bomb.

"I also helped you by not letting her trap you with another child." Jessica screamed as she looked at Troy and Taylor. At her words, Taylor gasped as Troy jerked around and glared at her.

"What did you say?"

"I said I helped you by not letting that slut trap you with another child, and if I had known she was pregnant again I would have done it again. She's just getting pregnant so that when you leave her, you'll have to pay multiple child support. I wasn't going to let that happen." Troy felt his heart immediately seize in his chest at her words, as tears filled his eyes.

"You killed my child?" he cried his voice loud and filled with shock. "You killed my child."

"Who knows if it even was your child…she got pregnant when you two were going through things she probably did it all on purpose." Troy however, barely heard her response as he realized that his infidelity had also be the reason his other child had died. It was his fault, his fault.

"You sick fucking freak…how can you even justify killing a child." Taylor screamed tears coming down her face in rapid secession. As she thought about the child she lost and the child she just had, this woman was dangerous. Jessica ignored her and looked at Troy who was still standing in a state of shock.

"Don't look so sad…I can replace…we can replace each and every one of those mutts you had with her and-." Troy looked up at her and his glaze made her stop mid-sentence.

"I oughta to kill you…I oughta to wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze till I see the blood fill your eyes, and the last ounce of breath escapes your evil ass body." He murmured his voice calm and deadly. "I wonder what that would feel like."

"You're talking crazy I did that for you."

"Shut-up!" he screamed as he smacked his hand on his chest, as he stalked toward her, his face contorted in mask of rage. Before he could control himself, he had lifted his hand over his shoulder and slapped her across the face, sending her purse falling and her collapsing to the floor. "You're going to rot for what you did." He stated as he pulled out his cell phone intent on calling the cops. "You're going to pay." He shouted.

"Why…what does she have that I don't…why don't you love me." Troy turned back around and looked at her and froze, his phone dropping to the ground as he stared at her as she pointed a gun at his chest. His eyes darted to her purse that was open, and then they drifted back to her.

"Oh so now you're going to kill me." He whispered his voice suddenly lifeless.

"I want to know what she has that I don't…I want to know why you don't love me?" Troy studied her for a second before stepping to side making sure that he was obscuring her view of Taylor. No one else was going to pay for his mistake, no one else…it was time he paid for them all.

"She has my heart…my children…and all of the love I have within me. She has all of that, and I don't love you because you sick…you killed my child. You killed an innocent child. You didn't do me any favors, you broke my spirit, and you almost killed my wife's spirit with the stunt you pulled afterwards. I don't love you…and I don't hate you cause that would mean I have some feelings towards you. What I have for you is merely indifference. I feel nothing, for you and I certain I never will. You could kill yourself right now and I would feel nothing. You are nothing more than a mistake, and you mean nothing to -." He paused in shock as the sound of two gunshots went off. Looking down at his chest, he watched in silently as blood started to pour from the wounds and onto the floor. For a moment he didn't feel anything all he could heard was a static like silence in his ears as he looked across the room at Jessica who was looking at him as if she were shocked by her actions. Then he heard it the scream, turning his head slightly he saw Taylor screaming and her face covered in tears as she reached out for him. He lifted his head towards her and as their fingers brushed against one another he slumped to the floor.

Taylor barely paid attention to Jessica as she scrambled as best she could out of the bed and over to Troy, but her movements were slow especially since she had just given birth a couple of hours ago. Slipping out of the bed, she collapsed to the floor, ignoring the sting in her knees she pulled herself over to Troy just as Jessica was reaching out to him. Knocking her hands away she gathered Troy into her arms. "Leave him alone." She screamed as she rocked Troy from side to side. "Leave him alone." Taking her eyes off her, she focused on Troy. "Oh my God…oh my God…baby you're going to be okay. You're going to be just fine." She cried as she looked down at him. Jessica watched the scene silently and looked down at the gun in her hands.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as she made another step towards the couple. Taylor pulled Troy closer and glared up at her.

"You stay the hell away from us…stay away from us." She cried in fear and anger. Jessica paused and slowly nodded her head.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as she lifted the gun to her temple. It took Taylor a moment to completely register what the other woman was about to do. Reaching out a hand she screamed out.

"No don-" she screamed just as she pulled the trigger. She winced as blood splatter over the wall behind Jessica as she slumped to the ground, tearing her eyes away from the sight she looked down at Troy and gently shook him scared that if he closed his eyes he would never open them again.

"Sor…Sorry. Fo…for…eve…every…thing…so…sor…sorry." Troy grunted out over the blood filling his mouth, Taylor's tears streamed down her face as she looked at him.

"You're going to be just fine…just fine." She cried as he lifted a hand and brushed it across her cheek smearing his blood on her skin. Catching the hand she kissed the back of it and held him even tighter. She could feel her body cramping in pain but she ignored it and she continued watching it.

"Lov…love…y…you." He whispered his voice getting weaker as he continued to speak. "Lov…love…yo…you."

While I laid in her arms, I couldn't think about anything else but my mistakes … and my love for her and our family. Have you ever had your life flash before your eyes, blinding you with moments…the good and the bad. All I can say is…it's like flashing lights.

A/N: So what do you think…should Flashing Lights be continued? Drop a line and tell me.

Baby S