Super short post. on purpose. but this is just dipping into Taylor's past. A tiny bit. But chapter 8 is going full into it. I'm going to make it from Taylor's pov, too. Time for an OC marathon with my best friend! Enjoy!

Chapter 7

It'd been two months since Ryan's outburst at Summer and Seth's. Ryan had turned around to go back into the living room to only find Taylor shutting the front door behind her. As much as he had wanted to go after her, he just couldn't get his legs to go so he stayed put. He didn't move. He just watched her from the window as she drove away.

Ryan had gained a death glare from Summer and the silent treatment from his kids that night. Two hours later the kids had finally caved in and started talking to him but Summer was still pissed.

Every morning before school Claire would wake up and walk into Ryan's room asking if Taylor was there, those same mornings Ryan would always have to tell her no. She'd look at her feet and ask why. He never answered her. Because truthfully he didn't even know why.

Ryan was woken up by a knock on his front door. It was only five a.m. on a Saturday morning. "Who is at my door?" He mumbled throwing the covers off of himself and stumbling to the front door.

It was Taylor. By the look on her face she had been crying. Before he could drink the sight of her, things were being thrown at him. "You're not the only one with problems, Ryan! You're not the only one who has a past and has to get over things!" She screamed. Good thing the kids were staying with Kirsten and Sandy that weekend.

"What?" He asked trying to register what was exactly going on. She took a plastic bag and dumped the contents our right there. "Fifteen of them! All fifteen of them are positive! All of them!" She screamed. Ryan was starting to get nervous. He looked down and finally noticed what the objects were, pregnancy tests. He just looked up at Taylor as tears ran down her face.

"The last time I did this, I had a son. I had a beautiful son. For three years I had a son." She cried. Ryan was confused. He got closer to her and he finally wrapped his arms around her. Even though she was fighting him the whole time he was able to close the front door and get her to the couch.

"I loved him so much, he meant everything to me. Then he was just torn out of my life for no reason! He was innocent it wasn't his fault I didn't love his father! None of it was." She cried into Ryan's arms. He just sat there comforting her trying to figure out what was going on inside of her. He didn't say a word letting her talk.

"How do you hurt a living breathing child? Why did he take my son from me? Why me?" She just stayed there in his arms.

"Is that why you left? After what I said? Is he the reason you were at the cemetery that day?" He was finally able to ask. She just nodded into his chest.

"Can you tell me how it happened?" Ryan asked her. "I shouldn't have even come here, I shouldn't have mentioned anything." She said suddenly standing up.

"Don't go." Ryan pulled on her arm. She looked back at him with a shy smile before sitting back down. "I won't, but I can't tell you everything. Not yet."

"I'm here when never you're ready but can I ask you something?" He grabbed for her hand. "Go ahead." She whispered. "Why were you throwing pregnancy sticks at me?"