Hey! It's Maddie.. Sorry it's been a while. Mariah took FOREVER to type. It's okay, we've both been writing a lot more now that it's summer and hopefully we can finally start updating a little more regularly.

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Taylor was planted on the heated floors of Kevin and Danielle's bathroom, silently praying she wouldn't throw up again. She waited a few moments before lying down with her back pressed against the warm stones. She thought back to everything that she had eaten that within the last twenty-four hours. The only big thing was dinner the night before that Demi had made and she made delicious food. It couldn't have possibly made her sick.

Sighing, Taylor got up slowly and stood by the sink. She turned it on and bent down to grab one of the Dixie cups out of the dispenser to fill up with water. She swished the liquid in her mouth, and then spit it back into the sink, trying to get the disgusting taste of bile out of her mouth. Filling the tiny cup up one more time, she exited the bathroom and lay down on the guest bed.

"Knock, knock," Selena said as she lightly knocked on the door, coming into the room. "I thought you were going to be ready for lunch by one. The nanny said you've been up here all day."

Taylor sat up. "I'm sorry… I don't think I can go to lunch."

"Why? What's wrong?" Selena took a seat next to her on the bed.

Taylor just shrugged. "I threw up. I must have the flu or something. Can we do lunch when I'm feeling better?"

"Sure, that's fine." Selena paused. "So, when does Alex get back?"

"Tomorrow." Taylor smiled. She was excited to see him like she always was, but this time felt different. She knew she was going to try to talk to him about getting more serious, and that made her nervous.

"Is he having fun?" Selena wondered, leaning back on the bed and crossing her legs.

"Yeah, I think so. I just skyped him a couple days ago and he said he only had two more shows, and they were the best ones. I'm really happy that he got to do this. It's really going to be great for his career."

"Yeah, it is. Well, tell him I say hi next time you talk to him. We should all go out after he gets back," Selena suggested.

"Sure." Taylor moved to the other side of the bed and laid back down, trying to get her stomach to settle a little bit.

Taylor closed her eyes and she could feel Selena get off the bed. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to be alone to sleep?"

Taylor shook her head. "No, please stay. I don't want to be alone. I've been alone all week."

"Okay." Selena sat back down on the bed and crossed her legs. "So, you have no idea what's wrong?"

"No, it's so weird. I felt perfectly fine last night, and then this morning I woke up feeling disgusting and I've been throwing up."

"Morning sickness?" Selena joked, laughing. As soon as she said it, though, Taylor paled. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. She felt stupid for not even considering it. Selena's smile went away. "Tay, I was totally kidding."

"No, what if I am? Alex and I don't use condoms anymore and birth control doesn't always work…" She swallowed hard.

Taylor wasn't the kind of person to mark down the start of her period every month, so she didn't know when she had it last. And she and Alex really did have sex a lot. So if somehow her birth control didn't work or she took it at the wrong time, being pregnant would kind of make sense. Just the thought made her heart start to race and she could feel the bile creeping up her throat again. Covering up her mouth, she jumped up and sprinted into the bathroom where she could empty the non-existent contents of her stomach for the second time that day.

Selena stood at the doorway. "Can I get you anything?"

Taylor flushed the toilet and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe her mouth. "My boyfriend."

"He's coming home tomorrow…" Selena sat next to her and rubbed her back.

They both heard a knock on the door frame, and Taylor looked up to see Demi, cautiously coming into the bathroom. "Hey, I was just putting Ryan and Mia down for their nap, and I just wanted to check on you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay." Taylor lied, standing up. "Except that I might be pregnant and my boyfriend is across the world in Milan." She paused. "Actually, I really feel terrible."

"You sound pregnant." Selena muttered, sitting against the wall.

Taylor groaned. "That doesn't help, Sel."

"Sorry."

"I don't know what to do… Should I get a test now or wait for Alex to get home to do it? He's gonna be mad, what should I do?" Taylor wondered, looking to the two younger women for advice.

"I say take one now." Selena answered. "Rip the band aid."

"Yeah, and you don't want to worry Alex if there's nothing to even worry about." Demi added, a little bit more thoughtfully.

Selena looked up at Demi. "You should call Danielle and see if she can pick one up after work. Neither of us can go. You know, because of the paparazzi. My manager would flip if she had to deal with a scandal like that."

"Okay." Demi shuffled out of the room.

Taylor felt disgusting from the throwing up again, so she went to the sink, turned on the cold water and splashed it on her face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"Everything is going to be okay, Taylor." Selena whispered to her from the floor.

"I really hope you're right."

They waited in silence for a few minutes before Demi walked back in. "I called Danielle. She said she had some in her bathroom." She handed Taylor two little sticks in plastic. Taylor's eyes widened. She didn't want it to be real, but those two stupid looking sticks made it really sink in. "She only had two. Oh, and she said good luck."

"Oh, great." Taylor said, sarcastically. "That'll help me right now."

Right before Taylor opened the first test, Selena's phone buzzed. She read it quickly then looked at Taylor, a torn look on her face. "Alright, well… You guys got this right? I kinda have to go…" She said, standing up. Taylor just stared at her, not believing what she just heard coming out of her best friend's mouth.

"What? You're leaving?"

"Yeah… Well Justin…" Selena started, but Taylor interrupted her.

"Of course." Taylor sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

"I'm sorry… Text me what happens, okay?" She gave Taylor a quick hug, which was definitely not returned, and left.

It was silent for a while, then Demi spoke up. "Does she always do this?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm not going to leave." Demi walked over to the sink and opened the pregnancy test. "Come on; let's 'rip the band aid.'" Her imitation of Selena brought a smile to Taylor's face. Demi handed her the first test then stepped out of the bathroom.

Taylor took a deep breath and did each test carefully. She put the cap on both, laid them on the counter, and picked up the box. "It says we need to wait five minutes." Taylor called out to Demi.

She walked back into the room and looked at Taylor. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. I don't really feel anything but terrified. I can't have a baby. You've seen me with Mia, I'm awful with kids." Taylor confessed, looking down at her hands.

"If you are… you'll be fine. But you don't even know if you are yet." Taylor sighed and nodded, sitting on the floor. The heat was calming, but nothing could stop how fast her heart was beating.

Not being able to sit still, she moved a few times until she found a comfortable spot on the floor, against the bathtub. Demi, sensing how uncomfortable she was, sat next to her on the bathtub ledge.

The five minutes went by painfully slow. But, when Demi's timer went off, Taylor wished she had more time. She stood up slowly and flipped over the first test, her stomach churning uneasily.

Positive.

Everything Taylor had feared was becoming a reality. But, surprisingly, it wasn't the thought of a real live baby that scared her the most. It was Alex's reaction to all of it.

Tears ran down Taylor's face and she sank back down to the ground. Demi walked over, looked at the one Taylor had turned over then picked up the second one. "Wait, Tay… It's negative."

"But one is positive. The negative one doesn't matter." She wiped her tears off her face and leaned towards the toilet, feeling like she needed to puke again. "I'm pregnant." She clutched the bowl and dry heaved multiple times, but nothing ever came out. She sat back sniffling and tried to regain control over herself.

"Taylor, you have to relax." Demi said, trying to stand her up. "You should go lay on your bed. Take a nap or something. You can deal with this later."

"Yeah… you're right." Taylor got up, filling up another cup before she made her way back into the guest bedroom. Demi pulled back the covers for her and Taylor slid in, cuddling into the down comforter.

"Feel better." Demi gave her a sad smile then left, closing the door on the way out.

Taylor lay there for a while, just staring at the ceiling, and then she reached for her phone that was on the night table. She dialed Alex's number, and waited for him to answer. She needed to hear his voice.

"Hey beautiful." He said when he answered his phone.

"Hey. How are you?" She asked him, trying not to sound too down.

"I'm great! I actually booked an ad for some Italian perfume." He said, shuffling around.

"But I thought you were coming back tomorrow…" Taylor wondered, her voice faltering.

"It'll only be a few more days."

"Oh okay." A tear squeezed out of the corner of her eye.

"You don't sound very happy. What's wrong?" He asked. Taylor heard more movement in the background.

"I just miss you." It was the truth, but miles from the whole truth.

"I miss you too, Tay. But this is a great opportunity for me. The photographer says Ariana and I have real chemistry."

That was a little too much information for how fragile Taylor was at the moment. "Yeah, it's okay. I'm happy for you."

In the background, Taylor heard more shuffling, then a woman's voice. "Alex, come back to bed!" The accent was undeniably Ariana's.

"Was that Ariana?" Taylor cursed herself for letting her voice crack.

"Yeah… Our rooms are right next to each others, so we hang out."

"Oh… Okay." Taylor didn't know what to say to that. She felt herself breaking down so she really needed to get off the phone. "I need to go."

"Okay… Well, I love you." Alex said softly.

Taylor just hung up. How could he say that when he was about to go fuck another girl? All the stress finally overtook her body and she broke down, sobbing into her pillow. Her phone rang again, but she just ignored it and pulled the covers over her head. Taylor rarely expressed her feelings like this, and she wasn't used to crying so much. Without even realizing it, she tired herself out and dozed off.

A knock on the door woke Taylor up from her nap. Demi opened the door and leaned on the frame. "Hey, I made dinner. Do you want to come down and eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

Demi sighed. "I know, but you haven't eaten all day. Come on, just come down and eat a little something. It might make you feel a little better."

Taylor looked at her, then nodded, rolling out of bed. The nap had done nothing to help her feel better. Her cheeks felt hot from all the crying she had done, and she knew that she had to look terrible. It didn't matter to her, though. She had bigger things to deal with. "What did you make?" she asked quietly as they made their way downstairs.

"Macaroni and cheese. With hot dogs, but only because Ryan begged me for them." Demi told her, going over to the big pot that was on the stove. She stirred it a few times, and then dished it into the four bowls.

"Oh okay…" She really wasn't hungry. Her stomach grumbled, but the nausea was still there, making her ignore the request for food. "I don't think I'm going to be able to eat much."

"That's okay. Just try some." Demi smiled, putting the bowls on the dining room table. "Ryan! Dinner is ready!"

The two year old came running in, hopping in front of the biggest helping of mac n' cheese. Demi laughed and switched the bowl in front of him for one of the smaller bowls. He barely noticed.

Mia had already been sitting in her high chair, so Demi sat next to her and Taylor took the only seat left. She pushed the food around for a while, only forcing down a few small bites. She enjoyed watching Demi feed Mia, who giggled every time she gave her a bite of food. It was pretty cute and she was surprised by how adorable Mia seemed. Maybe being pregnant wouldn't be that bad…

The front door opened as Ryan finished his food, and Kevin and Danielle came walking in. "Mommy! Daddy!" He yelled, running and hugging both of them the best his little arms could.

"Hi sweetie." Danielle kissed him on the head, and then her gaze met Taylor's. Taylor nodded to her, knowing Danielle was going to ask her a million questions. She didn't really want that, but Danielle was one of her best friends and she really should explain. Danielle sighed, passing Ryan off to Kevin. "Kev, can you give us girls a minute?"

"Okay." He obliged, not pressing the subject any further. He left with Ryan and Danielle sat down at the table next to Taylor.

"So, you're pregnant?"

"Yes-" Taylor began to say, but Demi interrupted her.

"No, she doesn't know for sure yet. One test was positive, and one was negative." She told Dani.

"But one was positive!" Taylor was just plain confused. How could something so life changing be so uncertain? Pregnancy tests shouldn't be able to make mistakes like that.

Danielle put a comforting arm over her shoulder. "Tay, it could be a false positive or a false negative. You need to just go to the doctor." she advised her, obviously having gone through this before by the look of her face. Taylor just sighed and nodded, knowing that she was right.

When she said that, though, Taylor also couldn't help but be disappointed. The thought flashed through her head that she might actually want to have a baby; maybe it would solve her relationship problems once and for all.

"Do you want me to drive you to the airport?" Danielle asked Taylor, rubbing her back. Alex was getting back today and Taylor didn't think she could be any more nervous.

"No, I already called a cab. Thanks though." Taylor stood up and took the bright sundress off her bed that she had purposely not packed, and changed from her sweats into it. She hadn't really gotten dressed in cute clothes since the whole pregnancy scare started.

"Good luck then. Are you going to tell him today?" She asked the blonde. Taylor shrugged and put a few things in her purse, including the one thing that she didn't think she would've needed for a while: a tampon. Taylor had gotten her period that morning and the disappointment couldn't be explained. She thought that she would have been relieved to not be pregnant, but she felt an ache in her heart. The thought of her and Alex having an adorable blonde-haired child made her believe that they could be a family, finally. It had made her happy.

"I might just wait." Taylor admitted, putting her bag on her shoulder and slipping on her favorite sandals.

"Taylor, you need to tell him what happened this week. You can't keep it from him."

"I will… I guess I just don't know where to start." She sighed.

"Well… Just tell him the truth. And hopefully, he'll be completely truthful back about your relationship." Danielle told her, trying to cheer her up. It didn't really help; it made her think more about everything that could possibly go wrong with that conversation.

"Yeah but if he says he doesn't want to be exclusive, I can't be with him anymore. It would kill me if he says that."

"It will all be fine, Tay." Danielle gave her a hug, and then they walked downstairs together where Kevin had already carried her suitcase earlier that day. Danielle looked out the window. "The cab is here. Good luck again and call me later to tell me what happened."

"Okay. Thanks Dani. I'll see you soon." Taylor raised the handle on her suitcase and rolled it outside, waving to Dani who was in the doorway. The cab driver got out of the cab to help her put her suitcase in the trunk and they were on their way.

The cab ride to the airport was faster than Taylor wanted. She would have liked to take as much time possible to get there. She didn't know her reaction to seeing Alex would be. She clutched her phone tightly, barely feeling it when it vibrated. She looked at the text she got from Alex saying his plane landed and she sucked in a breath. Was she gonna be sick? She closed her eyes and tried shaking off the nerves. She wasn't going to tell him right away, she had no reason to be scared.

Taylor sighed as the cab driver pulled through the airport traffic and stopped at baggage claim. "Can you wait here? I'll be right back." She asked. He nodded, so she got out and walked into the building. She had to wait for a few minutes, but then she saw her gorgeous blonde boyfriend coming down the escalator. He had a little scruff on his face, but it was cute. She really did forget how great he looked, even when he was tired from his long flight.

For that one moment when their eyes met, Taylor completely forgot about what had been happening in the past week. Alex grinned and he quickened his pace until he reached her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She squeezed him as tightly as she could and pushed her face against his chest, trying not to cry. She really did miss him, and she knew that after she really sat down and talked to him, she could possibly lose him forever.

"I missed you." He confessed, kissing her head.

"I missed you too." It came out a little muffled but she knew he heard her.

Taylor felt Alex's finger under her chin, pulling her head up to cover her lips with his. Taylor smiled and pulled away. He kept distracting her, then she would remember exactly what she had to do later and her smile dropped. Alex noticed right away.

"Tay, what's wrong?" He asked as they walked hand-in-hand to the baggage carousel. He genuinely seemed worried, but she couldn't talk about it here.

"Nothing. It just felt like you were gone forever." She intertwined their fingers.

"Yeah, I know. I wish you could have come with me. It was so beautiful there, you would have loved it." Alex told her, grabbing his suitcase with his vacant hand.

"I wish I could have been there instead of here. It's been a terrible week."

"It has? You didn't tell me anything while we talked on the phone…" They walked out of the airport and got into the cab that was waiting for them. Taylor let go of his hand slowly, trying not to make it too obvious.

"Um… yeah. That's because I didn't want to worry you while you were on your trip." Well, she was telling half the truth.

"Well, I'm back now. Want to tell me about what happened?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pulling her close to him. She put a hand on his thigh.

"We can talk about it when we get back to the apartment. You should see it… It looks great. You'll love it. I even had them put in heated floors in the bathrooms." She told him, changing the subject finally.

"Great, I can't wait to see it. And maybe try it out…" He implied. She knew that once they were home he'd want to have sex but there was no way she was doing that. She had tried to forget that he had sex with Ariana on his trip, but it was always in the back of her mind and she couldn't get over it.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Taylor was nervously playing with her fingers, thinking about how she would begin to describe what she had been feeling lately. Taylor was thankful that his plane ride was so long, because he was too tired to question her weird mood and it gave her time to think while he was quiet. She really didn't want to get into a deep conversation in the back of a dirty cab. She wanted to wait until they were in the comfort of their own apartment.

Alex, obviously sick of the silence, leaned in and planted a kiss on his girlfriend's lips. She really wasn't in the mood for kissing or anything. She was too distracted to enjoy all the attention her boyfriend was giving her. She felt stiff and uncomfortable, and she knew he could tell because he pulled away soon after. He was about to talk when the cab pulled up in front of their apartment building. Alex handed the cab driver the money and they both got out on their opposite sides. Alex rolled both of their suitcases at the same time into the building, with Taylor opening the doors for him, and they stopped in front of the elevator. Taylor lightly touched his arm, and then pulled away again, not knowing what to do.

The ride up to their floor was silent, but as soon as the door closed to their apartment, Alex broke their uncomfortable silence. "What is going on, Taylor?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired. I've been kind of sick lately." Taylor grabbed her bag and started to go towards their bedroom.

Alex grabbed her wrist lightly and turned her around. "Tay, we've been together for five years. I know when you're upset about something."

"Really? Have we really been together for five years?" Taylor shot back, speaking without really thinking.

"What?" He asked, looking shocked and confused.

"Did you have sex with Ariana?" She asked blatantly, already knowing the answer.

"Well… Yeah, but I'm allowed to… We decided that we could, right? Why are you mad?"

"I'm not mad…" Her voice cracked, her emotions finally coming out.

"Then what are you? You've never been this about any of the other girls I've slept with. And I've never once bugged you about any of the guys you've been with."

"That's because I haven't been with anyone else. Don't you see that? I don't want to hook up with any other guys."

"Well, that's your choice! We made a decision a long time ago that we would be together and sleep with whoever else we wanted. If you decide not to, then fine. But I'm fine with the way we have it."

"I meant kiss not fuck every fucking girl you see." She hadn't noticed the tears that were in her eyes until she felt them slip down her face.

"I don't! How could you even accuse me of that? Why are you suddenly being like this? It's like we don't even know each other! I'm not wrong for doing what you said was fine." Alex yelled, pushing his fists into the dining room table.

"Maybe we don't know each other anymore. Obviously you have no idea what I want." Taylor said angrily, not bothering to wipe away the tears that were still falling down her cheeks.

"Obviously I don't."

"I'm so glad I wasn't pregnant. I couldn't stand being stuck in this dead end relationship with you forever." Taylor cried, staring directly at him. Finally saying it out loud to him was like a punch in the chest. She wasn't intending on telling him like that.

"You thought you were pregnant? When? Why wouldn't you tell me about that?" Alex seemed angry at her instead of shocked like a normal person.

"Don't act like you care. It's not like you really would have been there for me if I was pregnant." Taylor spat.

"This is why I never wanted to be in a relationship. Girls just try to trap you." Taylor knew they were saying harsh things to each other, but she couldn't believe he just said that.

"You think I would try to trap you in a relationship by getting pregnant? You really think I would do that?" Taylor's voice softened, the tears falling faster. He was making her feel like shit, like he had never really cared about her at all. "How could you have said that you loved me a few days ago when you obviously don't? You wouldn't be saying these things unless you never loved me. If you really did love me, it would be me and only me. You wouldn't need other girls. Just one."

Alex was silent for a while and Taylor just cried. Finally, everything was on the table, and as relieving as it was, she knew what he thought of relationships now. She knew this was the end for them.

Taylor sighed. "I never did anything with any other guys because I didn't want to. I didn't need anyone other than you. But obviously you did… I wasn't enough for you." She paused. "I want a committed relationship where I'm going to be treated like I should be. And if you can't give that to me, then it's over. I can't be with you anymore."

Alex looked at her and she could have sworn she saw hurt flash through his eyes, but he hid it quickly. He just grabbed his suitcase and left, the door making an obnoxiously loud noise as the love of Taylor's life walked out the door.

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