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6 months earlier - 17th April 2015

Taylor swore in annoyance and finally let the wind have the dishevelled umbrella that i'd been begging for relentlessly. She was utterly soaked though. Her clothes stuck to her tightly, her shoes squelched with every step and her usually gorgeous hair lay limply by her shoulders as her coat blew about behind her. She had no cash left and was forced to walk home in the storm but if she'd known i'd take so long she would've gone to the ED and seduced Cal into leaving his shift to take her home and stay with her.

She put her hand in her jean pocket, pulled out her key and went to open the door to her tiny flat. Her hands shook with cold and so it took a few tries. The door finally swung open to a lovely warmth.

"Well, at least the heatings on." She remarked.

'Wet jeans are a bloody nightmare!' she thought to herself as she struggled to strip off the heavy denim from her legs. She dumped the wet clothes in the washing basket and turned on the hot tap to the bath. Then she fetched a glass of wine but decided against it and took the whole bottle instead. Taylor sat in her bath surrounded by bubbles and occasionally she took a swing from her wine bottle. She wanted to get drunk and drown her thoughts. She wanted to drown herself. She'd make so many mistakes but this was the biggest yet.

She traced her bump with her fingers in the shape of a heart. Sure, it was a mistake but it was bound to happen. What with the amount of sex she'd been having, but she sure didn't believe she'd love it. She thought, 'when this is over, it's over. I'll get rid of it.'. But she couldn't. She just couldn't. Three months had passed and she was undoubtedly in love with a tiny bundle of joy that was growing inside her. She started to speak out loud, not to herself or to the baby but to nobody. To the silence that was deafening.

"You know, I've probably already damaged it. The sex, the wine, the smoking. It's no good. I care and I don't care. And I care that I don't care. Sure I love it, but I don't want to. Not yet anyway. People always say that as soon as you look into their eyes or their little hand grabs hold of your finger and never lets go you just fall utterly in love but, I already have." She prodded her stomach and looked down at it. She spoke as if she was speaking to her baby.

"I love you. I always will, whatever happens. Whether you stay with Cal and I or you get taken from me or if I have to leave you behind. I'll do what's best for you so you don't have to live the same horrid life I live. I'd do anything, sacrifice anything for you. And just know that I'll always love you."

She looked at the ceiling as tears gently rolled down her face. The words 'or if I have to leave you behind.' repeated and repeated in her head loudly. What if she left the baby behind? Would that be for the best? Is that what she should do? She took another drink of her wine and looked back down at her stomach.

"I'll always love you and I'm going to give you the best life possible, even.." She began to cry again but harder this time. Her mascara was streaked across her cheeks. "Even if it means you're not with me.

13th October

Taylor ran down the corridors of the hospital with her baby held close to her chest. A police officer chased after her as fast as he could but the adrenaline and fear and the fact she was now a mother made taylor run far faster.