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"You need anything?"

"No... And even if I did, I told you I could do things for myself."

"Actually, no... You're not getting out of that bed, remember?"

"You know I would if you weren't here."

"Exactly... And that's why I'm here in the first place."

Taylor sat in the bed- the only thing she was supposed to do- while Kevin kept a watchful eye. He wasn't taking the doctor's orders lightly and that alone pissed her off. Being robbed of her free will and didn't sit well with her, independence non-existent for however long the doctor felt necessary.

"This sucks... It really does."

Kevin seemed to find Taylor sulking humorous. It was cute. "What did you expect it to be? All fun and games?"

"No... But I didn't expect you to watch me like a hawk. I feel like I'm a criminal who can't be trusted."

"I'm just doing what the doctor said... Someone's gotta keep an eye on you," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You don't need to be here, though," she whispered. It only made it that much harder maintaining her distance, going against what her heart wanted.

Kevin sat on the edge of her bed, eyes fixated on the TV instead of staring at her. He ignored what she said, like it would change the matter. "What if I wanna be? Besides what the doctor and you said?"

Silence filled the room as Taylor's eyes stared at the picture emanating from the TV too until Kevin spoke up, uncomfortable without conversation.

"You know something like this happened before... I told you all about it."

Taylor nodded, knowing all about it. That certain topic came up one night when Kevin reminisced about his daughter Brianna.

Her birthday had landed on a Monday, meaning there was no way in hell Kevin could ditch live TV. Sad and down right in the dumps, Kevin and Taylor barricaded inside his hotel room before the show while he looked through ever picture he had of his little girl, from birth to six years old. When Taylor pointed out a picture of Brianna with wires and a feeding tube shoved in her delicate nose, Kevin couldn't even keep himself together.

Tears were shed to Taylor's surprise as he explained the traumatic last few months of Morgan's pregnancy- the complications they endured, the month long bed rest, even the uncertainty between a natural birth and C-Section.

Remembering Kevin spending Brianna's birthday half way across the world made sense as to why Kevin made it clear he was going no where... Never did he want to experience anything of the sort involving one of his children and a women he loved with all his heart.

"You still remember what you did before we left for the show that night?" Kevin asked, his voice cracking.

Taylor nodded again, letting her eyes fall to her hands. "I ordered a single cupcake and candle from room service so you could celebrate her birthday," she whispered, a smile on her face as she remembered the look on his face when he opened the door to accept the order.

"That was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," he said.

"Well, you're welcome..."

"You know that's why I'm here... Because of what happened before."

"Nothing is going to happen to me..."

Kevin shook his head. "I'm not taking any risks... No."

But Taylor was persistent. "How do you know, Kevin?"

"You were just in the hospital yesterday... Did you forget already?" He asked, making a face like she was the crazy one... And he was a hundred percent about it. He'd seen this all before with his wife and there was a great chance history would repeat itself.

"Do you get why this is such a big deal?"

Of course she did, but Taylor didn't want to admit it and give Kevin any validation. She was against him taking care of her, even though she was an ill mess. But that's the type of person Kevin was- a provider.

"We're not supposed to be doing this," Taylor pointed out, "What's going on now doesn't change the fact that we can't be together."

"I can't do it," Kevin admitted, "Sick or not... I can't stay away and I don't care if we made a promise back at the hospital."

"So is this how it's going to be every time we're in a room together?"

And of course Kevin didn't have an answer... He never did.

"Don't answer all at once..." Taylor whispered.

A frustrated and very tired Kevin sighed. "Don't you ever get tired of asking the same question over and over? About me and my wife?"

"No... Because I'm optimistic every time," Taylor stated.

Kevin couldn't help himself from laughing, inside questioning the girl sitting in front of him. "Oh really? That's some goddamn news to me."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should try it some time."

"I have... Didn't work out. Now here I am sitting in front of this girl who I can't have 'cause it's just too damn complicated... Sound about right? Or do you wanna hear the part where I fucked up a long, long time ago and didn't take a chance on her when my marriage was beginning to fail? Does that sound a little better?"

Taylor threw her arms into the air in frustration. It was clear they were going no where with anything. They made a deal a day ago in that hospital room- everything was about the baby now. No more arguing, no more pondering about the past they never seized. But clearly the mutual agreement had been shot to the ground, beyond repair and pointless now.

"Just go," Taylor shouted, "I'm done... I'm seriously done with all of this. It's not making anything better! If you cared about the well being of this baby and me, you'd leave 'cause anything you say at this point will make everything worse!"

Kevin shot up in a flash, frustrated too. He'd had enough of the mind fuck. He was done with everything too. "Fine... You know what? Fuck it. Keep acting like this, Taylor, and you won't have no one left."

His words stung more than she anticipated and it wasn't till he actually left the apartment that it sunk in... Taylor had finally driven him away, and it hurt a hell of a lot more than she prepared herself for.

xxx

"I had fun," Taylor smiled, leaning against the elevator door as her and Sami awaited. Date number two had officially commenced from the lobby of the hotel- a fancy restaurant instead of out on the town where fans quite possibly were at.

"Yeah, I did too," Sami answered. He was taking a liking to Taylor, seeing her in a different light other than 'just friends.'

He was about to take a huge risk, hoping Taylor wouldn't punch him in the face instead. As she leaned against the elevator, Sami slowly leaned into her and there was no turning back.

He kissed her quite unexpectedly and to Sami's surprise no punch of slap across his face... She happily kissed him back, even if it was short lived as the elevator doors opened behind her.

She never expected Kevin to be on the other side of those doors, baring witness to the kiss she had just shared with his best friend.

"Hey man," Sami greeted with a huge smile. Kevin nodded in acknowledgement, moving to the side of the elevator as the two stepped inside. He was seething, watching the two stand side by side, hoping to God the elevator ride would be short lived. With each passing floor, the tension only thickened between Taylor and Kevin. He clenched his fists, jealousy surging through his veins. It should have been him instead of Sami...

For added measure, he watched as his best friend planted a kiss on Taylor's cheek so innocently. It took everything in Kevin not to huff and puff and roll his eyes, just in time to look somewhat friendly as Sami waved his way. "See ya, man," he said, stepping out from the elevator.

The doors closed before Kevin could say his goodbyes... Not like he wanted to anyways. But now he had Taylor alone for the rest of the elevator ride to their floor, and he wasn't going to pass up acting like an asshole.

"Have fun?" He seethed.

Taylor folded her arms across her chest, forcing herself to keep her mouth shut. Giving into Kevin was a lot harder than expected.

"I don't know about you but it looks like he did... Damn bastard wouldn't stop grinning after he kissed you."

Don't give in... Keep your mouth shut...

"Wonder what he'd look like if he fucked you."

That's it...

"Fuck you, Kevin," she spat, all the anger inside of her filling her head. She wanted to spew insults but she was still no match for Kevin and his charm.

"Fuck me? Damn... Now that's something you should be doing."

"What don't you get about me wanting my own space?"

Kevin chuckled. "Not doing such a good job, huh? Seeing as you and me are stuck in this elevator together, going up to the same floor..."

"That sure as hell wasn't my choice," Taylor whispered, internally cursing the coincidental hotel booking- rooms side by side.

"You sure about that? I don't believe it... I think you miss me sneaking into your room."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? But what you really want is for me to gravel at your feet to be with you."

"Is there something wrong with that?" Kevin challenged.

"Are you forgetting something?" Taylor asked, her voice at an all time high, "You told me you won't leave your wife. So here I am, going out, trying to enjoy my life and possibly have a legit relationship with someone I actually like. That's why I want my space so I can finally forget everything about you."

"So what? You wanna forget about everything we had, Taylor? You wanna forget about me?"

"I do... Because I can't handle you anymore," Taylor said, tears threatening to fall, which they did. How dare she cry in front of him, her weakness shinning through. She still loved him so much.

"I can't handle you not wanting me but telling me you love me. But you know what hurts the most? Trying to stay away when we work for the same damn company! When I'm literally in the same arena with you five days outta the week... And now I'm stuck in this elevator with you, going up to our rooms that are right beside one another and we have to pretend like we're nothing but co-workers."

"Taylor..." He tried reasoning with her but she wasn't having any of it- instead going on with her rant.

"Don't you fucking get it? I just want you and the simplest of relationships but I can't have that! And when I try and move on, there you are, pulling me right back in. It's obvious you don't know what you want even though I know what I want."

"I told you, Taylor... It's not that easy to-"

"Leave your wife?" Taylor asked, finishing his own thought, "Spare me because I already know your excuses by heart... They never change and that's how I know you'll never change either."

Thankfully the doors opened but stepping out of that elevator had Kevin following her, obviously... This time she cursed aloud.

"You walk away from me and that's it," Kevin threatened like it meant anything. It was an empty promise of sorts but all he wanted was to hurt her as much as he felt she hurt him. Anything to strike a cord would do.

It definitely made her stop dead in her tracks but not enough to face him. Instead she spoke the very last words she was sure she'd ever say to the man who would forever have her heart but never herself. The man she loved so much but could never have completely...

"Then it's done, Kevin... We're done."

xxx

It was late at night and dark enough outside to see the moon, the stars scattered and some aligned in the night's sky. It was a beautiful sight but Taylor wouldn't have known since she hadn't left her bed since Kevin walked out hours ago.

Taylor was a wreck- in complete shambles as she cried herself in and out of slumber, regret in the pit of her stomach. She shouldn't have said what she did, fearing an unrepairable tear in whatever bond keeping them together. All she wanted was for him to some back, or even a simple phone call- just to hear his voice and maybe reason with him. Anything... She wanted anything, even the littlest contact.

But maybe tonight was her night... Because she was lucky enough to hear a knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in," her little beat down sounding voice pipped up.

In walked Kevin, his car keys in his hand, having just returned from a drive around the city to clear his head. He was just as sick and tired of the back and forth nature, his head spinning. One minute he wanted what Taylor wanted, even though she'd deny it right to her grave. But then the thought of his family would pop into his head, reminding him of his home life even though his marriage was broken beyond repair. That's when he drove around, in circles it seemed, just driving and going about until he finally came to his decision...

It was one he didn't know he could swear by in the long run, but in that very moment once he stepped into her bedroom, the beautiful women staring back at him, it all made sense.

So he went with it.

"You're back..." She whispered, sitting up in the bed.

No words were spoken. Kevin practically leaped to where she sat, his hands on either side of her face as he gently pulled her face close to his, kissing her deeply- something he hadn't done in ages.

Her lips felt and tasted just like he remembered. To his surprise, she didn't pull away or tell him to stop. She let him kiss her and she kissed him back, melting at his touch.

Tears squeezed through her shut eyes, falling down her cheeks and dribbling onto Kevin's. "Why are you crying?" He mumbled, forehead resting against hers as he flicked away her tears with his thumbs.

"I didn't realize how much I missed kissing you..."

"Me too," he admitted.

"I've been waiting so long for this..."

"You know you could have kissed me too, Tay..."

"I like when you do it first," she chuckled. He did too, but the mood fell quiet again- serious nature taking over.

"Like this?" Kevin whispered before his lips found Taylor's again. He could kiss her a million times and it would always feel the same as the first time his lips ever landed on hers.

"Exactly like that."

A smile formed but soon vanished as Kevin sighed. "I'm sorry we've been fighting..."

"I'm sorry too... We really don't need any more shit on our plate."

"I know... I'm over it."

"Me too. I just... I just need to know one thing... Are you ever going to leave Morgan?" She asked, holding her breath.

The terrifying question was finally out in the open yet again and Taylor dreaded Kevin's answer, like always. But before his body language revealed his true feeling, she decided to stop him with her finger on his lips. "Actually... Don't answer that."

"Why?"

"Cause it's better if I don't know..."

Taylor feared stepping backwards, as if the two would slip back into the useless fighting as they did earlier. It was pointless and draining- the fighting, the feeling like utter shit while having her heart ripped from her chest every time.

If Kevin was physically by her side, reminding her that her health and the baby's well being top priority, then that's all she could ask for, for real this time. If they could lay in a bed together, kiss every now and then and utter 'I love you', then it was a bonus.

Taylor was going to take whatever she could get because in the end anything was better than losing Kevin.

"We'll figure it out... Having you some way is better than not having you at all," she whispered, pulling him down into the bed, resuming what Kevin started when he stepped foot into her room.