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A/N: Alright I'm finally free, exams were literally kicking my butt ninja style man. I'm just happy to be able to write again so as usual first off I want to thank my reviewers from last time; dreamer 3097, lilmissmonique, HelloLish, mzwendy85, Phelycia, chaylorXtraylorlover101, look at the stars, Fangirl44, AyaneC, Favor1234, seabreezylady18 and TraylorxChaylor. I hope you all enjoy the update and let's see if we can get Ten reviews for me.

Baby S

Chapter Fourteen

Jack Bolton's eyes narrowed at the younger woman's words, tilting his head to the side he studied her for a moment as best as he could since the man that had come with her stood protectively in front of her as if he thought he would try to hurt her. Jack moved to speak, but was interrupted by a moan from his wife as she rested on the sofa, barely taking his eyes off the young couple he crossed the room and knelt by his wife's side and ran a hand over her forehead before speaking again. "Who the hell are you?" he asked again refusing to believe her earlier statement, barely taking his eyes off his wife he waited for the answer. Ian bristled at the older man's tone and took a menacing step forward.

"You better watch your tone; man…I'm not going to let a piece of garbage like you disrespect her like this." Jack clenched his jaw and took a step towards the younger man.

"I don't have to watch my tone…you two," he stated as he pointed fingers at them both. "Come barging in here…and you make my wife faint, she's all I have left in this world and I'm not going to let you two take her away from me." He shouted back his face reddening with angry as he studied Ian who watched him with chilled blue eyes. Makayla immediately seeing that the conversation between Ian and her grandfather was about to come to blows rushed in-between them. Placing both hands on Ian's chest she pushed him back and silently sent him a look that plainly said "back off," turning back around she looked at her grandfather.

"You want to know who I am?" Jack crossed his arms over his chest and nodded his head, as he watched the younger woman. He couldn't help but feel as if he had seen her before.

"I think that would wise, I would like to know who came to my home in the early morning and scared my wife so bad that she fainted…yes I think I deserve to know." Ian bit his lip at the other man's words and just shook his head. He didn't think Makayla would appreciate him telling the older man that he didn't deserve anything besides a swift ass kicking. As she could hear his thoughts Makayla turned briefly around and sent him a glare, to which Ian just simply raised his hands up in mock surrender. Turning back around she looked up at her grandfather and spoke.

"I'm your oldest grandchild…you know the one you forced my parents to give away." She replied simply as if she was stating the weather. Jack gasped at her words and shook his head furiously as he looked at her.

"You're lying…you're a liar." He shouted out as he continued to look at her as he slowly back up towards the sofa where his wife was still resting. "You two get the hell out of my house right now before I call the police."

"She's not lying…she is your grandchild, believe me no one knowing your history would try to lie and say you're their grandparent." Ian stated as he moved forward. Makayla reached out and grabbed his hand for a moment and squeezed it tightly. Jack sat besides his wife's unconscious form watching the young woman that claimed to be his long lost grandchild. He felt an instance rush of guilt, sadness, and sickness rush over him like a tidal wave, making his insides rush around like a boat in the sea. The silence was instantly broken by the sound of his wife's soft moaning. Turning from the young woman who was causing him so much emotionally turmoil he turned to his wife and grasped her hand. Makayla watched as he looked her grandmother over, she was instantly reminded of his earlier statement about her being the only thing he had left in this world. The statement was sadly true, he had a son, a daughter-in-law, three granddaughters and two grandsons and everyone except for her to a degree wanted nothing to do with him. She understood that feeling but she wasn't ready to toss both sets of grandparents to the dogs yet. Jack held his wife close and brushed a kiss over her temple.

"Baby are you okay?"

"Jack, did you see her?" the older woman asked as she looked up into her husband's face. "Did you see her…she's here." She mumbled. Jack just nodded his head as he reluctantly took his glaze off his wife and looked back over at Makayla who stood watching silently trying her best to break the need to go over and check her grandmother herself. Ian stood silently by her side watching the entire scene.

"I saw her…she's still here." He whispered as he helped her sit up fully, the older woman's eyes immediately rested on Makayla. With trembling hands she covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

"Oh my god…she looks just like them." She whispered as she stood up, Makayla watched her cautiously as she crossed the room and came to stand before her. Jack followed close behind.

"Lillian I don't know about-." At his words his wife turned around and glared at him stopping him cold.

"It's her…how can you not see it. She looks exactly like Taylor…but her eyes…her demeanor…it's all Troy." She whispered as she studied Makayla again with a small smile on her face. She moved forward to hug her, and Makayla immediately stepped back holding her hands out in front of her.

"I'm sorry but I'm not sure that's a good idea." She stated softly as she looked down at her grandmother, the older woman's smile immediately fell from her face as she nodded her head in understanding.

"Of course…of course." She whispered as she looked at Makayla and then reached back and grabbed hold of Jack's hand. "If you don't mind me asking…why are you here?"

"I wanted to meet my grandparents." She whispered as Ian walked up behind her and placed a supported hand on her shoulder while effectively pulling her to his side. He wasn't sure if she needed his support, but he sure as hell was going to give it to her. Jack pointed at him Ian.

"And who is he?" he asked, his early annoyance for Ian showing through his words as he eyed the younger man wearily, Ian narrowed his glaze and spoke.

"I'm her boyfriend…Ian Rowell…I agreed to come with her, cause frankly I don't trust you two…or her other set of grandparents, but she wanted to meet you guys so I agreed to come along."

"Trust us?"

"Yeah…you are part of the reason she grew up without her parents." He snapped Makayla instantly turned around.

"Ian not now please."

"Alright." He whispered, as he looked down at her. Jack watched the interaction silently before speaking again.

"So you meet us…is that all you wanted to do." He asked, his voice taking on a harder quality. He didn't want his wife to get hurt like she did when she forced a meeting between herself and their grandchildren. The damage that, that meeting had done to her spirit had taken months to correct, and to be truthful she still hadn't recovered from their outright rejection of her. Lillian clasped her hands in front of her and watched Makayla with hopeful eyes, which was something that did not go unnoticed by Makayla or Ian.

"Do you want to sit and talk…we have time…there's no problem with that." Lillian begun, rambling in her excitement at finally having a grandchild in her home. Makayla watched her for a moment, her heart instantly going out to the smaller older woman, who looked as if her dreams had been answered.

"That sounds fine…but if I do that, is there a way that my other grandparents can come over. I saw you guys at the game last night so I know you talk to them." She stated softly, Lillian nodded her head quickly and looked at Jack.

"Jack, honey go get them…they need to be here as well." Jack nodded, knowing he could never refuse his wife especially about something this important to her.

"I'll be right back." He replied as he quickly left the room, Ian turned Makayla around to face him and lowered his voice.

"Are you sure about this?" Makayla glanced over her shoulder at Lillian who was watching her silently from the sofa that she had seated herself on after Jack had left the room. Turning back around to Ian she slowly nodded her head and sighed.

"I'm sure…if I want to bring my family together than I have to do this."

"Some things aren't meant to be fixed…and you certainly don't need to fix this." He murmured as he looked down at her. Makayla gave him a look and sighed. "Don't do that, Kayla…I'm just looking out for you alright. That's why I'm here with you right now, and why I came on this trip with you. I love you and I want to protect you and-."

"I understand that, and I love you for that Ian. But you don't know what can't be fixed unless you try to fix it, and I know I'm the only one that can do it Ian. I know I'm the only one that can fix this family." Ian eyed her for a moment before slowly nodding his head and sighing.

"Fine…I'll be with you every step of the way, but I want you to know this is not going to be easy."

"Nothing you really want in life comes easy." She whispered back, standing up on her tip-toes she kissed him on the cheek and they turned around and walked towards her grandmother who was beaming on the sofa. Makayla sat down in an arm chair, and Ian perched himself on the side while draping his arm over the back of the car.

"So what's your full name again?" Lillian asked as she looked at her granddaughter while slowly taking her in. She couldn't get over how much the young woman looked exactly like her son and Taylor McKessie. Makayla sighed, and looked at down at her hands for a moment before speaking.

"My name is Makayla Royalty Jones." She replied softly, Lillian's eyebrow rose at that and she leaned back against the cushions of the sofa before speaking again.

"Royalty?"

"My adoptive father always used to say that I was royalty because to a lot of people I was a princess."

"A lot of people." Lillian asked again in slight confusion as she studied her. Makayla nodded as something dawned on her that never had before.

"I used to think he say that because of my other grandparents, but now that I know that he knew my father and mother…I get why he said it." Ian raised an eyebrow at that and smirked while shaking his head.

"You know what if you play around with your parents' names it spells it too…man Mr. Jones was clever." Ian replied with a smirk and shake of his head. Lillian watched their brief interaction and knew that whatever relationship they had between them that it was pretty serious. A silence settled over them again, before Makayla spoke.

"So do my mother's parents still live next door." Lillian looked at her with surprise before nodding her head.

"Yes they do…how did you know."

"My mother wrote a diary…I know practically everything that went on…I know what happened." She replied, Lillian looked down at that and sighed before shaking her head.

"I know what you must be thinking of me and your other grandparents." Makayla looked at the woman and sighed.

"You don't know the half of it." She whispered softly, as Jack entered the room again with a large older black man who was dragging a small petite woman with him. They both had tortured looks on their faces that seemed to mirror the look Lillian's face as she took in what Makayla had just told her. The small African American woman gasped as she looked at her and covered her mouth with her hands while looking at her husband.

"Marcus…look at her, she looks just like Taylor oh my goodness." She exclaimed as she leaned into her husband, the shock of it all momentarily taking away her able to stand on her own two feet.

"She looks just like our baby girl." He murmured more to himself than to anyone in the room as he stared at her. Jack quickly ushered them to the loveseat and then sat down beside his wife on the sofa. Clearing his throat he spoke up.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to see my grandparents…and ask you why you did what you did." Makayla watched as shared looks of shame filtered across their features. Marcus looked down at his hands while Jack just clenched his jaw and looked off to the side, however, their wives looked at Makayla with tears shining in their eyes. Ian took all this in and wondered if all of it was sincere, he reached down and placed a hand on Makayla's shoulder just so that she knew he was there for her.

"It was a mistake." Denise replied softly as she looked at Makayla, Lillian nodded her head as she looked over at the other woman. "We were parents and we…we made a mistake, but hopefully we can-."

"For now…I just want to know why." Makayla whispered softly as she clasped her hands in her laps. "It really don't want to hear that it was a mistake though, alright. I want to know why did you all decided to trick my parents by lying and saying that you were going to help them, when all you did was send my mother away and then force her to give me up for adoption. How could you do that?" Marcus looked over at her for a moment before clearing his throat.

"We don't even know your name…don't you think-."

"My name is Makayla…now tell me why you did what you did." She demanded her patience slipping. Ian noticed and readied himself, so if he needed to he could whisk Makayla out of that house and take her back to her parents' home. Marcus nodded the sharp tone in her voice and sighed knowing that he shouldn't have expected anything less.

"We did it…because…because we were worried about our children and their futures. They had bright ones and there was no way that they could raise a child while completing high school. They were both freshmen and-."

"So you never had any regrets about knowingly forcing your children to give me away, your first grandchild." Marcus' jaw clenched as he looked at her for a moment before shaking his head.

"We instantly regretted it, but we knew that it needed to be done for them. You were going to go to a good home. We did what was best for everyone involved." Marcus replied, as Jack nodded his head.

"We tried to be parents…we tried to protect our children. We did what we basically thought was the right decision. After the fact…once Troy and Taylor discovered what happened. They never forgave us…never." He whispered softly as his eyes took on a far away look.

"It's not like you all don't deserve it." Ian replied, his angry coming out. Being around Troy and Taylor earlier that week had made him extremely biased in their situation with their parents. He couldn't understand how any caring parent could actually even devise a plan like they did and then put it into action. For the first time in his life he found himself disgusted by the four human beings in front of him, and no amount of tears, shaken voices, and sad eyes would change his mind.

"Who the hell are you anyway?" Marcus declared the tension suddenly getting to him as he looked at the young man sitting beside his granddaughter.

"He's my boyfriend Ian Rowell."

"I would say it's a pleasure…but you probably can figure out that, that's a lie." He snapped gaining a instance pop from Makayla. Turning her attention back to her grandparents, Lillian spoke.

"Did you just come to ask us this…is there nothing more that you wanted." Makayla shook her head; she couldn't help but feel her heart ache for the older woman. She sounded so hopeful…so hopeful that finally one of her grandchildren would want something to with her.

"I came here because I want to fix my family…and that means bridging the gap between you guys and my family. I want us all to be together…as a family."

"We haven't talked to them since they were eighteen years old." Jack replied quickly, "And Lillian…she tried to talk to the grandkids a little while ago. They immediately bit her head off…they were furious and-."

"They know what happened too." Makayla replied quickly. "They knew what happened, and they-."

"Hate us too." Lillian replied with a broken sigh. Makayla looked at them all for a moment and shrugged her shoulders.

"You can't expect much else but that…they love their parents and when they found out what you all did…well…" she trailed off and sighed before looking over at Ian who just shook his head. Jack sucked in a breath and looked over at Lillian while saying.

"How are you going to fix things then?" he mumbled as he looked at her. "How are you going fix this family. Our children and grandchildren hate…there isn't much you can do."

"She's doing more than you guys ever did. At least she's coming at this problem rationally. She not forcing anything on anyone, she trying to solve for everyone, not just for what she wants." He stated taking another dig at them.

"What's your problem?"

"You four…I know what happened, and I've talked to Troy. I have absolutely zero respect for you all. None at all, I'm sitting here and I'm just in awe. Makayla has absolutely no reason to be here you know…you're just lucky she as caring and compassionate as her mother…something she certainly didn't get from you all." Makayla jumped out of her seat at that moment and turned to Ian.

"In the hallway." She moved past him, Ian lowered his head and then followed behind her wondering if he was going to be in the doghouse for his little outburst. Walking up to her he quickly lowered his voice and whispered.

"I'm sorry, Kayla."

"Ian, you're snapping at them and-." Lifting his hand up he placed it on her shoulder and shook his head for a moment before sighing.

"I…knowing what I know, about everything. About what they did to you and your parents. I just can't sit there and not say anything. I just can't do it." He replied fiercely as he looked down at her. "Makayla, I care about you and when I'm in there and I'm looking at the people that denied your family…I guess I lose it." Makayla sighed at his words and lifted her hands on and cupped his face between her hands and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Alright I understand…but baby you have got to calm down…I got this handled alright." Ian nodded his head for a moment before glancing back over his shoulder towards the living room.

"I'll try to hold my tongue."

"You better hold your tongue…or you'll find yourself getting to know my parents' floor." Ian smirked and tilted his head to the side.

"What no couch?" Makayla smiled and shook her head as she stepped back away from him and grabbed his head.

"Now you know I need to be near you, right."

"Yeah, just in case you miss me." He replied with a chuckle. "Come on I promise to be good." He stated as he turned and led her back into the living room. Once they were seated she spoke again.

"Like I was saying before…I want to fix our family. I…I want to bring us all together again." Makayla replied as she looked into each one of her grandparents' faces. Jack looked over at Lillian and then shook his head.

"That's not going to work?"

"How do you we haven't even tried yet?" Makayla replied with a shake of her head as she looked at her father's father. Jack just shook his head and sighed before pointing a finger towards his chest.

"Your grandmother and I have already tried…and it didn't end as we wanted. Your mother and father are still too angry at us, and they have passed that anger onto their children." Jack replied.

"When you tried to talk to them…I still wasn't in their lives, this time it could be different. This time…well they could actually try to get along with you. You won't know less you try."

"We've tried and it didn't work, and I'm not putting my wife through it again. It nearly tore her apart when they rejected us last time." Makayla finally felt her patience slip as she looked at her grandfather. He acted as if her family should just get over the wrong that was done to them. Some things are just not easily forgotten, and her grandparents did one of those things. Standing up she sighed.

"I've tried…and I'm not going to anymore." She stated her voice relaying her regret and disappointment. Ian hopped up off the chair and stood by her side as all of her grandparents got up as well. Lillian and Denise rushed over to her side both of them looking up at her pleadingly.

"Makayla…we are willing to-."

"I'm sorry but I have to go…you don't know how difficult it was for me to come here to today." She replied as she looked down at them. "I shouldn't even be here…my father doesn't want me here, but I went against his wishes because I thought you all would at least try to gain back the family that you all so foolishly tossed away," she looked over at Jack and sighed. "And about what happened before when you tried to fix it…how can you blame them." With that she turned and walked away with Ian following behind her. Jack, Lillian, Denise and Marcus all winced as the front door slammed shut. Lillian immediately turned to Jack and pointed a finger in his face.

"You better go and fix this right now…I haven't seen or spoken to my son in nearly twenty years. I can't take it anymore…I just can't." she exclaimed tears immediately forming in her eyes. "I want another chance, Jack…I want…" she trailed off as she broke down into sobs. Jack placed his hands on her shoulders, but she shook it off and glared up at him and then turned her glare towards Marcus. With her fists clenched at her sides she glared up at Jack and spoke her voice hard and clipped.

"I made the mistakes years ago of listening to you and Marcus…well not anymore…go fix it." Jack gulped and nodded his head before turning and rushing out of the house. As he came out onto the street he cupped his hands over his mouth and screamed.

"Wait!" Makayla and Ian who were both getting into their car froze and watched as he jogged over to them. Jack took a few deep breaths and sighed deeply before stating. "Wait…please, look I'm sorry for doubting and stuff. I just want to protect my wife from anymore pain...that's all I want to do. She's all I have left in this world after the mistakes I've made." Makayla sighed and shook her head.

"It doesn't have to be that way." He nodded his head and sighed.

"You're right it doesn't and that's why I'm here to tell you that we are willing to give it a chance, if the offer still stands." Makayla looked at him and then over his shoulder where the rest of her grandparents stood.

"It does…let me work everything out and I'll give you details later." Jack nodded and stepped back as they climbed into their car and drove away.

When they entered the house a mere twenty minutes later they were immediately greeted by Taylor who was in the kitchen. Looking up from her work she smiled and placed a hand on her hip as she studied them. "I see you two slipped off this morning? I guess you wanted some alone time."

"Mom!" Makayla gasped blushing while Ian just bent over at the waist laughing his head off. Makayla turned to look at him and he smirked and tried his best to stop laughing standing back up he chuckled as he wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie," Taylor replied with a giggle herself "I just couldn't resist."

"That's okay, Mrs. Bolton…," Ian replied as he looked over at Makayla. "I'm going to go upstairs and take a nap…you stay and talk to your mother." He replied giving her a knowing look. Makayla nodded her head and he exited the room. Taylor who had been watching the exchange silently waited till Ian was out of the room before speaking.

"So where were you two then…if you weren't having so alone time." Makayla eyed her mom for a moment as she settled down in a kitchen chair.

"Where's Dad?"

"He had to make a stop at his office…there was a fight last night with the team, and he had to go and fix it and have a meeting with the commissioner over possible suspensions." She replied. "He was so mad; Davis is the team's best player." Taylor stated as she turned around and looked at her. "Why? Is there something you want to tell us together?" Makayla nodded her head and placed her hands in her lap.

"Yeah actually there is something I want to talk to you about." Seeing that the conversation was going to become serious, Taylor walked over to the table and sat down as well.

"What is it?" Makayla reached out and touched her mother's hand and sighed giving a small squeeze.

"I want to fix things for our family, Mom." Taylor raised an eyebrow at that and leaned back in her chair.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…," she paused and looked down at the table. "I mean I seriously want to fix all of this mom. I want to piece our family back together again." She waited for her mother to speak and when she didn't she continued. "Ian and I this morning we went to go and see my grandparents and-."

"Oh baby tell me you didn't." Taylor replied with a shake of her head as she closed her eyes covering her face with one hand. Makayla jaw dropped at that, and she grabbed her mother's hand quickly.

"Mom what…"

"Why did you do that, Makayla?" Taylor asked softly as she finally looked up at her daughter who was watching her silently. "Your father is not…I repeat is not going to like this one bit."

"But I'm the reason you guys no longer speak with them. I'm the reason that you don't have a relationship with your parents anymore and I want to fix that." They both jumped as the door slammed turning around they stared up into Troy's furious face. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked between his wife and eldest daughter before stating.

"There's nothing to fix…they ruined the relationship…they took twenty years away from us…away from you." Makayla instantly stood and went over to her father's side and grabbed onto his arm.

"But Dad…I'm back now and well we can-."

"I don't want anything to do with them, Makayla." He replied coldly as he looked away from her and over towards the counter. "Why can't you understand this…my position?" They took you away from me and Taylor. You were our child…and they took you away from us." He replied stepping back away from her slowly while shaking his head.

"There's absolutely nothing you can do."

"They want to try." Troy turned on her with a look a shock over his face. He clenched his fist to his sides and studied her for a moment before speaking.

"You went to see them."

"I want to fix our family." Troy walked away from her, and over towards the kitchen sink. Taylor watched silently trying her best not get into the fight. Inwardly she was torn, she had always been there for Troy, but she knew deep down somewhere beneath all the anger and hurt over what had happened to them. He missed his mother…and she even believed he missed his father but the anger in his heart covered that up. If she were to be completely honest with herself she would have to admit that she too missed her parents but like Troy, the anger and hurt over their betrayal and deed far outweighed the other feelings she had for them. Troy braced himself against the sink and looked down. His shoulders tensing as every image that he and Taylor went through because of his parents flashed through his mind, but as always his mind always became stuck on one particular incident after Taylor finally came home after giving birth.

Years ago…

He held her in his arms and he didn't ever want to think about letting her go, resting her head against his chest she clung to him tightly. They were sitting in his room, the room where they had made their child nine months ago. Taylor who had fled to his house the moment she returned home was now sleeping as soundly as she could in his arms. Lifting one hand up, he causally placed it on her hip and sighed as she shifted in his arms which in turn made his hand slip down onto her still slightly rounded belly. His breath immediately caught in his throat as his hand landed on the space where his child had only been a few weeks ago. A child he would never get to hold or love all because of his parents. He closed his eyes as he remembered all the kicks he used to feel when he would touch Taylor's stomach or how when he would leave to go home after spending the afternoon with her he would knell down and talk to her stomach because he wanted his child to know his voice before they came out. But his parents took that all away from him. They took his child, they broke his family, they killed apart of him that he feared would never come back. As he rested his hand on Taylor's now empty stomach and hear the laughter and cries of a child he would never knew he bowed his head and silently started to cry.

As the memory ended Troy jerked around and slammed his fist into the side of the counter. His chest rising and falling as he stated, "My family isn't broken…those…those bastards stopped being my parents long ago, Makayla. There. Is. Nothing. To. Fix." He replied and stalked out of the room leaving Taylor and Makayla behind with shocked expressions on their faces.

A/N: Alright please remember to Review, and go and check out "Smile" I'm sure you'll like it. It might even put a smile on your face.

Baby S