Sorry I took so long to update, I was having a bit of trouble writing this chapter. Please review

Ryan and Taylor's House - 11:30am

It was the day of the arrival of Ryan's mother and her new husband and Taylor was in a cleaning frenzy.

She was in the living room vacuuming the rug when Ryan came down the stairs carrying Emily, who was dressed in a pink dress and white shoes.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Ryan shouted out over the noise of the vacuum, "Taylor!" He still got no response so he repeated, "Taylor! Taylor! Tay-" Ryan then gave up and went over and pulled out the plug that was powering the vaccum.

Taylor looked up with a confused look on her face. She then saw Ryan and frowned, "What did you do that for?" She set the vacuum on the ground and crossed her arms in slight annoyance.

"Taylor, you've been vacuuming that rug for half an hour now," he replied.

"Well, I don't want your mother to think that I don't clean," she explained.

"You do clean," said Ryan. "Actually, you over-clean."

Taylor sighed as she walked over to her husband, "I'm obsessing aren't I?"

"Yeah," Ryan agreed with a smirk. "A little."

"I just want everything to be perfect," she shrugged.

"Well everything is perfect," he nodded. "My Mom's gonna love you, I promise."

"Really?" Taylor asked with a hopeful grin.

"Of course," Ryan assured his wife, kissing her on the lips.

As they broke away from each other, Taylor looked down at Emily's feet and gasped, "Ryan!" she exclaimed.

"What?" he asked, looking down at his daughter.

"I told you to put the white socks on Emily, not the pink striped ones!" Taylor exclaimed, taking the toddler out of Ryan's arms. "I'll have to go change them, they don't match at all."

"Do they have to?" he questioned.

Taylor looked at Ryan like he had just asked her if the sky was blue, "Of course they do! Think about it, today it's just the socks that don't match", then in 10 or 15 years time she'll have no sense of fashion whatsoever. Is that really something you want to teach our daughter Ryan?"

"Uh," Ryan hesitated, not sure of what to say. "No?"

Taylor rolled her eyes, "Forget about it, they're gonna be here any minute." -she looked around the room then turned back to Ryan- "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"It's fine," he nodded, then picked up the vacuum that was still sitting on the carpet. "I'm gonna go put this away. Just relax, okay?" Ryan then left the room without waiting for her to answer.

"But I'm too nervous!" Taylor called out after him.

"You'll be fine!" he yelled back.

Taylor sighed then looked at her daughter and smiled. She then said to her in a baby-like voice, "You Miss Emily, have to be on your best behaviour today. You're gonna meet your other Grandma, isn't that exciting?"

The baby just looked at her mother and giggled.

"Your Grandma's gonna love you!" Taylor exclaimed, giving Emily a hug. "I don't know how anyone couldn't love you. You're just too cute!"

She continued talking to Emily until the doorbell rang, making Taylor jump, "Oh my God! They're here! Ryan!" she called out making her way over to the front door.

"I'm coming," he replied, coming back into the living room and walking over to the front door.

When Ryan was by her side, Taylor grabbed the doorknob nervously, then opened the door to find a short blonde woman and a quite tall dark haired man.

Ryan smiled at his mother, "Mom!"

"Ryan!" Dawn exclaimed, setting down her suitcase and pulling her son into a hug. When she finally pulled away she exclaimed, "Look at you, all grown up!"

"Yeah," he agreed, not sure what to say. "Uh...come in." Ryan as well as Taylor who was smiling a bit too enthusiastically both stepped back to allow their guests to enter the house.

"You must be Taylor right?" Dawn said, smiling at her.

"Yeah, that's me!" she replied nervously, as she leant over and gave her a friendly hug, well as best as Taylor could do considering she had a baby in her arms. "It's so nice to meet you Mrs..."

"Oh, just call me Dawn," she told her. Dawn then turned to the man with her, "This is my husband Greg. Greg this is my baby Ryan, although he's not so much of a baby anymore."

Ryan laughed, slightly embarrassed as he shook Greg's hand, "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," he replied. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you Ryan."

"That's...great," he said awkwardly. Ryan then turned to his mother, who was smiling at her grand daughter and talking to Taylor. "Why don't we get your stuff up to the guest bedroom?"

"Sure," Dawn nodded, grabbing her suitcase.

"Oh, I can take that," Ryan offered, taking the suitcase from her. "Why don't Greg and I go put these upstairs and you two can just relax?"

"Thanks Ry," Dawn smiled as her husband and son made their way up the stair case with the heavy luggage. Once the men were upstairs, Dawn turned to Taylor and commented, "You have a beautiful house."

Taylor grinned, this was the comment she had spent the last few days cleaning for, "Thank you. When Ryan and I first got married we lived in an apartment, so we started house-hunting and found this place. I completely fell in love with it as soon as we walked in."

"Understandably, it's amazing," Dawn commented, looked around the living room. "So Taylor, are you from Berkley?"

"I don't know if you remember me, but I went to high school with Ryan in Newport," she replied. "But don't get the wrong idea from that, I'm not one of those Newpsie bitches who only cares about money if that's what your thinking. I'm fairly decent, at least I think I am."

"I don't think Ryan would have married a gold-digging Newpsie," she said. "So you musn't be that bad." Taylor frowned for a moment, wondering what she meant by that. Dawn added quickly, "I'm kidding, really Taylor you seem like a lovely person."

"So do you," Taylor added.

"Well, I try my best," she replied. "I hope that's good enough for Ryan."

"Ryan really loves you Dawn," Taylor smiled. "I just thought you should know that."

"He does?"

"Yeah, I just think he worries about you a lot," she continued.

"Great, I'm his mother I'm supposed to be worrying about him," Dawn sighed. "It's no secret I wasn't the best Mom in the world, but I'm really trying to be a better person and make it up to Ryan."

"And that means everything to him," Taylor nodded.

"So, what do you want to do?" Ryan asked as he and Greg came down the stairs.

Taylor looked over at him, "Well, I was thinking that we could all go out for lunch? You guys must be starving after the long flight."

"Yeah, that sounds great," Dawn nodded.

The Restaurant - 12:30pm

Ryan, Taylor, Dawn and Greg, as well as Emily in a highchair, were sitting in a restaurant waiting for their meals to arrive. So far, the meal wasn't going very well. There had been many awkward silences despite Taylor's attempts of starting a conversation, and Ryan was acting suspiciously cold towards Greg.

"So Greg," Ryan spoke up. "What do you do exactly?"

"I'm a high school teacher," he replied. "I teach Science and Maths."

"Oh my God!" Taylor exclaimed, trying to give the poor man a break from Ryan's interegation. "I was a high school teacher too! Before we had Emily of course, but I taught French."

"You speak French?" Dawn questioned.

She nodded in reply, "And a little Spanish and Korean. I like languages."

"I'm impressed," Dawn nodded. "How did you manage do learn all those languages? I certainly wouldn't have been able to do it."

"I'm a quick study," Taylor shrugged with a smile. There was yet another awkward silence until Taylor spoke up again, "I was actually thinking of teaching Emily some French when she's older."

"It's always good to know another language," Greg commented.

"Yeah," Dawn agreed. Suddenly, she thought of something, "Oh I remember you Taylor. You were the one who did the speech at Ryan's High School Graduation."

"Yeah, that was me," Taylor replied. "I'm surprised you remembered. I thought I was boring everyone with all the Latin."

"No, it wasn't boring," Dawn laughed. "I thought it was a nice speech."

"Thank you Dawn, I think you're the only one that commented on that," she smiled.

The table fell into silence again.

"So, how long have you guys known each other?" Ryan asked, looking at Dawn and Greg.

"We met about 5 years ago," she replied. "And we got married about 2 years ago."

"How did you meet?" Taylor asked.

"Well, I was in a coffee shop with a friend," Dawn explained, glancing over at her husband with a smile. "We were ordering our coffees and Greg was just in front of us in the line. He ordered his coffee, then when he was walking away he dropped his wallet without noticing. So I picked it up then I went over and gave it back to him...and the rest is history."

"Aw, that's so romantic," Taylor grinned, then turned to her husband, "Isn't that so romantic Ryan?"

He looked at her in disbelief, surprised that Taylor was supporting Dawn and Greg's relationship. Ryan frowned and replied, "No, not really."

Taylor glared at him, then turned to Dawn and Greg with a forced smile, "Uh, will you excuse us for a minute? Do you mind watching Emily?"

"No, not at all," Dawn replied.

"Thanks," Taylor smiled as she stood up from her seat. She then gestured for Ryan to get up and the two of them went over to a quiet part of the restaurant.

"What was that all about?" Ryan questioned.

"That's funny, I was about to ask you the same question," she replied sternly. "You've been treating Greg like crap since he and Dawn arrived. What is up with you? You've been acting like a total snob!"

"There's something about that guy that I don't like," he explained seriously.

"What? That he doesn't fit the usual description of your mother's previous boyfriends?" Taylor asked. "That he's genuinely a nice guy who loves her?"

"We barely know him Taylor, how do we know that he's a nice guy?" Ryan argued.

"How do we know he's not?" she challenged. "Look, can't you just give him a chance Ryan? It would mean a lot to your mother."

He sighed, then finally gave in, "Fine. I'll try to be a little nicer to Greg, but only for Mom's sake."

"Thank you," Taylor sighed in relief. "I really didn't want you to go all 'Kid Chino' on me."

"Don't worry, Kid Chino is long gone I promise," Ryan smiled.

"Good," she replied, returning the smile. "Now let's get back to the table before Greg and Dawn think we've left and dumped the baby on them."

"Now there's a thought..." Ryan said as he took Taylor's hand. Receiving a glare from his wife as they made their way back to the table, Ryan added, "I'm kidding."

As they sat back down Dawn asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, everything's fine," Taylor nodded.

Ryan and Taylor's House - 12:30pm

Taylor glanced over at the clock radio on her bedside table and sighed. She was only two months pregnant and already the baby was disrupting her sleep. Taylor looked beside her where Ryan was fast asleep and snoring softly. She didn't want to wake him, so she got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Taylor hummed to herself softly as she made her way over to the freezer and took out a tub of ice cream. Not exactly the best thing to be having at 1am, she thought to herself with a smile, but oh well, if my baby wants it.

As she took out a spoon and bowl and began to put some ice cream in the bowl, Taylor wondered, What would taste good with this ice cream?

Dawn lay in bed next to her sleeping husband and sighed. She couldn't sleep because she was worried about Ryan. He didn't seem to like Greg and Dawn didn't know why. She had thought Ryan would have been thrilled that she had finally found a nice guy, but from what Dawn had witnessed over the last few hours, that didn't seem so. With another sigh, Dawn got out of bed and went downstairs for a glass of water.

As she reached the kitchen and turned on the light, Dawn heard a gasp and realised it had come from Taylor, who was sitting at the kitchen bench eating what looked like ice cream with something green on top.

"Oh my God Dawn, it's only you," Taylor laughed, "You scared me."

"Uh, sorry" she replied, walking over to Taylor. "I didn't mean to, I couldn't sleep and I wanted a glass of water."

"Oh, well help yourself," she said, gesturing to the refridgerator. "Glasses are in the top cupboard on the left."

Dawn nodded as she made her way over to the fridge and took out a jug of cold water. She then set the jug of water on the bench, took out a glass and began pouring herself a glass of water. Dawn looked over at Taylor's bowl again and asked, "Uh, what are you eating?"

Taylor looked down at her bowl and laughed nervously, "Um, icecream...with uh...pickles."

Dawn made a disgusted face, then quickly tried to hide it, not wanting to be rude.

"Please don't think I'm a total weirdo," Taylor added quickly. "There's a really good explanation for this," -she placed her hand on her stomach- "I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God, you are?" Dawn exclaimed, with an excited smile. "Congratulations! Does Ryan know?"

"Yeah, we found out about 2 weeks ago," Taylor explained. "Actually, I told Ryan the night you called."

"That's great, how far along are you?" she asked, taking a seat next to Taylor at the kitchen bench.

"Oh not very, about 8 weeks," she replied.

"Aw, I'm very happy for you two," Dawn smiled.

"Thanks Dawn," Taylor said, returning the smile.

"Taylor?" Ryan called out as he entered the kitchen.

Taylor and Dawn both turned around.

"Ryan," Taylor smiled, "What are you doing up?"

"I woke up and you weren't there and- what are you eating?" he questioned, looking down at the bowl in disgust.

"It happens to taste good actually," she replied.

"How can you eat that?" Ryan asked.

"Well, your child seems to like it," Taylor shrugged. Ryan glanced over at Dawn, then looked back to Taylor. "Oh don't worry Ryan, she knows."

"You know?" he repeated, looking over at his mother.

"Yeah, Taylor told me," Dawn explained, getting up from her seat and giving her son a hug, "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Ryan smiled.

"You know, suddenly I'm not in the mood for ice cream," Taylor spoke up, pushing her bowl away from her in disgust and putting one hand over her mouth. "Actually, I think I'm going to be sick." With that last comment, Taylor got up and quickly ran out of the kitchen.

Ryan grimaced, then followed his wife out of the kitchen, leaving Dawn alone.

Dawn made a face, feeling sorry for Taylor, before finishing her glass of water and leaving the kitchen to go back to bed.

That was Day 1 of Dawn and Greg's visit. The next chapter will be the next day. Please review!