My apologies! But here we go... Enjoy :)

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"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking," Paige apologized, scrambling for the remote to change the channel. The sound of Kevin's entrance music filled the apartment, the man making his entrance on screen just in time for Taylor as she crept into the kitchen.

Paige had thought she was asleep and that she could sneak in a bit of Monday Night Raw without entirely upsetting Taylor- unsure of her reaction.

"No, it's okay," Taylor assured, pouring herself a glass of water, "Seeing him onscreen isn't going to upset me."

"You sure?"

She nodded, bringing her glass to her lips. "Of course... It's fine."

She took a sip of her water as she watched the screen enticingly. Kevin had his newly won Universal Championship hoisted over his shoulder as he walked to the ring, decked out in an all black suit. The air was temporarily sucked from Taylor's lungs as he continued down the ramp and to the ring, the crowd cheering and chanting "You deserve it." It made shivers run up and down her spine and with everything they were going through, she was genuinely happy for the man finally being rewarded for years upon years of hard, back breaking work.

"Wow," she whispered.

"I love Finn and all but I can't help but admit the title looks good on Kevin," Paige commented.

Taylor nodded her head, too entranced to utter a proper response. She couldn't take her eyes off the man she let slip out of her hands just weeks ago. He looked amazing in his suit, especially with the gold... Paige was right. The title did look good on him... But that suit looked better.

He looked just as good as he did for the Hall of Fame ceremony.

That brought her back to a familiar time- watching the man she loved from a far.

It was the night before Wrestlemania- the Hall of Fame red carpet in just a couple hours. Taylor was already done up in makeup, her hair curled and pinned elaborately into a side do. She was wearing a deep crimson and black coloured dress with a plunging neckline back and front paired with the tallest heels she owned.

Seth had a slimming, all black suit with a matching crimson coloured tie... But it was around Taylor's wrists in a flash and the rest of their fancy attire draped perfectly over the hotel room bed.

Seth grew accustom to creative and interesting sex positions, not only for the thrill but because he felt he had to- anything to keep Taylor into it.

She was bored, had been from the start but Seth was only beginning to notice. It had nothing to do with him personally, instead her heart was in a different place.

Kevin was the only thing on her mind. She was lovesick and worsening each and every day. Underneath the sham of a fake, happy exterior, Taylor was absolutely miserable. Letting go of Kevin was the the biggest mistake of her life. And using Seth to temporarily take away the pain made her just as miserable. But who was she to pass up the thrill of a quickie.

As Seth rammed her against the wall he was careful not to smudge her makeup or disrupt her hair. She was against her will as one hand held her tied wrists above her head and his other holding her hips in place. They didn't have much time left till the bus arrived so Seth wasted no time in coming.

Taylor made the mistake of opening her eyes- envisioning Kevin in place of Seth in the very moment. It sent her over the edge as if it were the good old days when her and Kevin found themselves fucking all over their hotel rooms. She even heard the sound of his voice as Seth placed his mouth over her ear, tempting her to come with him.

And she did... But only because she imagined it were Kevin.

When they were done and completely dressed again, they made their way downstairs and onto the bus- riding off their ultra quick and powerful orgasms while transported to the arena hosting the ceremony.

"Did I tell you you look beautiful?" Seth asked, his mouth pressed against Taylor's ear.

She giggled and nodded her head. "Yes you did... Before you took off this dress," she answered in a hush hush voice. Seth smiled and grabbed for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

The bus ride was short but rowdy- the majority of the bus ecstatic for the night's festivities and even more so for Wrestlemania the following day. Seth was especially nervous- the possibility of being the first ever to hold both the WWE World Heavy Weight and United States Championship. But Taylor evened him out even if the feeling wasn't mutual.

Inside the arena was something out of the Oscars or some other prestigious red carpet before hand. It was exciting seeing fellow co-workers out of their ring gear and in something fancy. Seth held Taylor's hand as they made their rounds to various reporters and interviewers. The "good looking couple" comments filled Seth's head- it was exactly what he needed to balance his anxiety.

But as soon as Taylor began to pose alongside the backdrop, Kevin and his wife popped up beside her. To her dismay, she couldn't flee while the cameras snapped from all around. It was painful being beside the man she was truly in love with- attached to the hip with his beautiful, deserving wife.

Every know and then, Taylor glanced from the corner of her eye. She'd never seen Kevin in a suit before...

She wished it were her slung on his arm- who he stared at admiringly and kissed on the cheek. She wanted to be the happy, go lucky women beside him finally allowing the world to see how much she loved him.

Kevin knew she was staring... But so was he, every now and then when it wasn't entirely noticeable. And she looked damn good too- it was hard to keep his eyes off her.

Especially after he over hear that comment she made on the bus, about her dress.

He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. The women he was madly in love with, after such a long time apart, literally stood next to him as another man held her close and probably loved her too.

But it wasn't what Kevin wanted... He wanted to be the one... Not the buried secret, locked away and forgotten. He promised himself something that night... By the next Hall of Fame, it would be his arms around Taylor instead- like it was meant to be.

Taylor slowly drifted back to reality as soon as Kevin's voice emanated from the TV. She placed a hand on her belly, a little sentimental as she watched the father of her child hold that title proudly. She wondered if that's how Morgan felt every time she saw her husband's accomplishments on display for the entire world.

XxX

Kevin: You okay?

Taylor: No

K: Why?

T: You know why...

K: Now you're being dramatic...

Taylor shoved her phone back into her pocket only for it to vibrate again, another text from Kevin popping up on the screen.

K: See? You're not texting me back

T: Sorry... Guess I'll just continue being so dramatic since it's no big deal that I'm... You know... Pregnant with your child!

Again, Taylor shoved her phone into her pocket and settled for the city lights passing by instead. She could feel her phone vibrating again but ignored the urge to type more arsenal headed Kevin's way.

She was pissed he didn't seem to understand why their situation was indeed a big deal. It was like he couldn't grasp the concept behind 'cheating' and 'having a baby with someone other than your wife.'

"You okay?" Paige questioned as she finally turned the car into the hotel's parking lot. Taylor nodded, acting like everything was peachy.

"Yeah, I'm fine... Just beyond tired. I think I've reached delusional," she lied.

Paige smiled. "Thankfully we have a day off tomorrow... Don't need you falling off the deep end."

Too late...

The stress of having to inform management of her predicament was too much.

Having enough of her phone blowing up, Taylor scanned Kevin's most recent message wondering if he lost his damn mind.

K: You parked a couple cars beside us... Get out. We need to talk

T: Are you crazy? In front of everyone?

K: I don't care

T: But I do... You wanna talk, we'll do it later

K: No

Just as Paige shut her door, Taylor let out the deepest, most exasperated sigh. She was fed up. This time she shoved her phone in her pocket and didn't even bother with Kevin's attempts.

Grabbing her bags, she followed behind Paige as the glorious hotel lobby was in sight. But she was no match for Kevin who was determined to settle their differences right then and there.

"What're you doing?" Taylor hissed, stopping in her tracks.

"Taylor? You comin'?"

"Yeah, I just forgot my purse in the car," she lied.

"Here... Oh, hey Kevin," Paige greeted as she threw Taylor the car keys. Kevin waved back, Enzo and Cass approaching too. It wasn't the ideal situation for Kevin- he just wanted to be alone with Taylor for the shortest amount of time. No distractions, no nothing. But of course, he wasn't that lucky.

"You comin'?" Enzo asked Kevin to which he nodded. He had no choice but to follow his friends while Taylor walked back to the car for absolutely no real reason at all.

She hung out in the car for awhile seriously contemplating life's decisions, interrupted by the one voice she'd been holding out for.

"You just gonna sit there all night?"

Taylor looked around to see if they were in the clear which they were. Kevin opened the door, slipping into the passenger's seat. "Are you going to talk to me now?"

"Yes... Because this is what I wanted... For us to be alone."

"What's going on?" He sighed, watching her flinch as soon as she felt his eyes on her. It made him chuckle.

"I can't do this," she spilled.

"What're you talking about?"

"My career is going to end the second I step foot in the arena next."

Kevin scoffed. "It's not going to end... There's like a million working moms out there."

"Not when they find out who the father is... It's not like it's Sami's."

Kevin paused. "You think they're gonna fire you for having a kid by me?"

In all honesty, that was the way Taylor was thinking. Kevin was on the pinnacle of the WWE- he was that guy, the big draw... The man holding the second most prestigious prize. The last thing anybody wanted was negative attention surrounding their most prized fighter. Kevin always prided himself as being that family man fighting to put food on the table... Not that sleeze bag with a chick on the side who he impregnanted.

Taylor knew they'd be quick to get rid of her and the reality of just that began to sink in.

"This isn't going to be some fairy tale like Hunter and Steph," Taylor whispered.

"If I leave my wife, it'll be that way," Kevin said, dead set on the notion. But of course Taylor was skeptical.

"Don't look at me like that..." Kevin sighed, "I'm serious... I still have the divorce papers."

"But how are we supposed to explain everything? Especially this?" Taylor asked frantically, pointing to her stomach.

"Uhmm... That we're having a baby because that's what happens when two people sleep together. I'm not ashamed of what I did... Well, I am cause I'm hurting the mother of my children. But I love you, you love me and that's all that matters. Fuck what every one thinks."

Taylor sat there contemplating everything. The chance to finally go public sure was tempting no matter the consequences. As crazy as it was, she wanted her future with Kevin to begin to unfold. Suddenly morals didn't matter no longer. "So you really wanna go through with it, huh?"

"Yeah I do... I'm tired of living like this... Do you realize how much it kills me not to travel with you everyday or hold your hand in public? I just want to check in to hotels with you and take you out to nice places for everyone to see. I wanna be with you," he said, grabbing her hand, "Now, please tell me you feel the same way 'cause I didn't pour my heart out for nothing."

His sense of doubt even if it were just for a second made her smile. "There's no doubt in my mind, Kevin... I just hope you realize the consequences."

"I'm ready for them," Kevin shrugged, pulling her by the hand. She smiled, kneeling on his knee.

"In two days, I'm home and I'm serving the divorce papers... Then I'm all yours, babe."

xXx

"What is all of this?" Taylor asked in surprise, overwhelmed by the sight before her.

There stood her best friend with her arms out, showcasing the beautifully displayed surprise.

Paige had gone to great lengths in an attempt to lift and repair Taylor's broken spirits... A baby shower of sorts.

There were baby blue and white balloons hung in and around the living room, a big banner displaying 'Welcome Camden' overhead. Neatly wrapped gifts in beautiful wrapping paper sat beside the coffee table displaying all of Taylor's favourites from Ben and Jerry's to her newfound "pregnancy love" of baby dill pickles.

"Ta da!" Paige sang, revealing a mommy to be dash from behind her back, "You like?"

"You didn't have to do this!" Taylor exclaimed, almost pouncing into Paige's arms. The thoughtfulness of her friend was all too much, leaving Taylor teary eyed and forever grateful.

Both knew a formal type baby shower was completely out of the question. It wasn't like either one could get away with planning an exceptional party and expect work colleagues and friends to show up, acting merry and legitimately happy for Taylor. It was all so taboo. So Paige had the bright idea of a surprise shower consisting of the two of them munching out, gawking over baby junk and watching movies all night long.

"I do like it... I love it, actually," Taylor justified, "When did you have time to do all this?"

Paige giggled, "I have my ways... Now come sit! And eat!"

Taylor happily joined Paige on the couch- the two indulging in the excuse of eating junk. But Paige was hiding something from Taylor...

"You know, I could totally be like Ben Affleck right now and pretend to make an animal cracker farm on that stomach of yours," Paige laughed, ready to do just that.

"Please don't," Taylor giggled, smacking we hand away. She was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the front door- startling her.

"Jeeeez, does pregnancy ever make you jumpy," Paige commented as Taylor rose from the couch. She was giddy as she watched the blonde hurdle to the front door, almost biting her nails clean off. The suspense was killing her and she was quite surprised he actually showed up... But that was the easy part.

Taylor peeked into the peephole, her heart sinking into her stomach. "What's he doing here?" She whispered, looking back at Paige.

"Open the door!" Paige answered, encouragingly. Her plan was for Kevin to see Taylor, maybe spark something between them and he'd step in and be reminded that the two of them had a good thing going... But that notion was such a long shot, Paige's doubts began to get the best of her.

At that point, Taylor knew she had to go through with opening that front door. It had been awhile since she actually saw or talked to him in person- with the exception of the texts here and there strictly baby related and nothing else.

She took a deep, painful breath and opened the front door- his expression just about matching her's. The both of them just stared at one another for what seemed like the longest time- no words exchanged till Kevin cleared his throat, breaking the awkward tension.

"Hey," he greeted.

Taylor draped her arm over her stomach, the sudden feel of insecurity washing over. She didn't even know why. "Hey... What're you doing here?"

"Paige said she was throwing something for you... Thought I'd drop by and give you a few things for the baby," he said, handing her the two bags filled with all sorts of items. She slowly reached out to grab them, shyly mumbling a "thanks" in return.

"No problem."

Paige looked on, basking in the awkwardness that was now the relationship between Taylor and Kevin. She was expecting something different indeed. "Awkward..." She whispered to herself.

"How are you?" Kevin asked, attempting small talk so his exit wasn't so abrupt. He was interested in how she was doing... How his 'soon to be born' son was holding up.

Taylor shrugged, staring down at her belly peaking through her cardigan. "I'm good... He's good... Nothing to complain about."

"That's... Good."

"Yeah... How are you?"

It felt like she spat the words right in his face...

How was he? How was the guy who up and left a woman he loved, promising her the world but instead leaving her high and dry?

Simple. He was anything but what she assumed.

"I'm okay."

She nodded her head, seeing right through his transparent statement. He shifted uncomfortably, handing her a folded piece of paper that resembled a cheque. "It's to cover for a car seat and stroller for Camden. If you need anything else, just ask," he explained, hoping she'd accept the cheque without question.

Taylor could fully support a child on her own and Kevin knew that. It was just in his nature to provide for his child and the mother. So she reluctantly accepted the money, knowing full well Kevin would have given it to Paige who would have obviously gone out and bought the damn baby stuff herself.

"Uhm... Thanks," Taylor whispered, praying to God he'd just leave. It was way too painful having the guy stand in the doorway- not allowed to touch or kiss her.

"I'll be in town till Friday if you need anything," Kevin said, slowly backing away from the door and that was it. H was gone as easily as he came.

As Taylor closed the door, Paige scoffed and exerted her frustrations to her failed plan. "That's it?! Really?"

"What're you talking about?" Taylor asked.

"No hug, no kiss? I know you guys aren't a thing anymore but I was honestly hoping for something to happen!"

Taylor rolled her eyes, setting the cheque on the counter top. "Don't get your hopes up..."

"Well I did... I honestly thought you guys would have been back together by now," Paige sulked. Taylor joined her friend on the couch, quietly agreeing. She thought so too.

"It's so obvious he's unhappy with his wife if he was planning a life with you," Paige continued, "That sort of thing doesn't go away over night, you know."

"I know," Taylor whispered as Paige went on and on.

"Do you miss him?"

Taylor stared at her friend in awe. Of course she missed him! She was losing her mind without him... She missed everything about Kevin...

The way he kissed her... His hands wrapped around her body, holding her tight as if he feared letting her go... Even the sweet nothings he'd whisper in her ear in complete, full on French.

She missed everything about him and she didn't know if Paige oblivious to the fact was something of concern. Wasn't it obvious?

"Of course I miss him," Taylor answered, holding back tears, "I miss him every day."

"Then do something about it, sweetheart," Paige's firm encouragement rang in Taylor's ears, "Before it's really too late."

"It already is... Look, it's been such a great evening and all so can we just not talk about this? Please?" Taylor basically begged, certain anymore talk about Kevin would set her off and let the tears flow.

Paige nodded slowly, her work complete. She let loose the notion inside Taylor's mind... Now she just had to roll with it in time.

So she sat back with her bowl of popcorn, snuggling close to Taylor as they resumed their movie... But she couldn't help but wonder...

How long would it take for Taylor to actually win Kevin back?