*The last of the flashbacks in italics will end in this chapter. The entirety of the rest of the chapters will be present time. The next chapter till be sort of an epilogue :O*

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Trying to reach Taylor had been damn near impossible. Kevin had been going on day three, redialing her number over and over again. But every time, her cute little voicemail message voice rang in his ears- all his attempts failed.

He should have known how stubborn she was this time around...

But they hadn't ended whatever their relationship was called on a high note. She basically kicked him out of her life once and for all and this time she was sticking to her word.

For what felt like the millionth time that night, Kevin dialed her number again. He held onto that bit of hope that maybe she'd answer his call- maybe they could spend a few hours over the phone, hashing out their differences but Kevin wasn't that lucky... Voice mail again.

So he made the most of it.

"Taylor," he began, "It's me... Kevin. Look, we need to talk. As much as you don't think we do, there's no way you can kick me outta your life that easy. I don't care what's going on with us. I don't care that the entire world knows about us and what he did 'cause I'm not ashamed of it."

"I just want to be happy.. With you, with my baby. It's going to take a lot more than you not answering your phone to keep me away. I love you Taylor... And I'm not going anywhere."

It was like he was dishing out everything to a brick all, unknowing if she'd ever listen to his voicemail... If she'd ever give him the time of day again. Standing between Kevin and Taylor would be a half full message box and determination for Kevin. He could give up now, not yet.

He loved her.

That would never change no matter the comments of the entire world.

Kevin Owens loved Taylor Blake. He would scream the statement from the highest building, at the top of his lungs till he loss his voice if he was given the chance. How could he? They couldn't live without each other which was proven in the past. As his mind flooded with memories, he picked up his phone again and dialed her number- hanging onto the tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe he could catch a break.

But nothing. Again.

"Please, Taylor," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, "Please, answer..."

xXx

"Wait... You and her were sleeping in the same bed together?" Questioned Kevin like it was the most important question he needed to know. Paige's patience had been stretched and tested to the extreme, no longer able to deal with Kevin and his way of thinking.

"Is it such a big deal? Jeeeez... The poor girl wouldn't stop crying and bugging about how she couldn't sleep without you so what was I supposed to do? Let her cry by herself every night?" Paige spilled the god honest truth. She wanted Kevin to feel as shitty as he looked having heard the real reason behind Taylor and Paige sharing the same room.

"You know a lot has changed since you pretty much left her high and dry months ago, Kevin," she continued, "It's been a struggle trying to get her to do something as simple as eating."

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "This shouldn't have went on as long as it did..."

"What? Me acting as a mediator or you being a dick?"

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, wondering if it even mattered anymore. "Both, I guess..."

"Well I forgive you partly because now I have a reason not to be in the delivery room with her."

"You really think she's gonna let me through those doors to be with her?" Kevin asked with a little bit of doubt.

"Well, you made it this far," Paige said, pointing to the sign overhead that read 'Labour and Delivery', "I know deep down, behind all that anger she's feeling, she wants you to be here. Your guys' son is about to be born for Christ Sakes... She wants you here."

"Wish me luck," Kevin said, a little chuckle lightening his words. Paige pushed him towards the doors with a little encouragement, whispering a whole heartedly 'good luck' before the doors swung shut.

Kevin was left navigating down the hall to the reception desk, an older brunette greeting him with a smile. "Can I help you?" She asked.

He nodded, looking around the rooms. "Yeah, I'm looking for Taylor Blake. She came in here not too long ago."

"Are you her husband?"

What a question...

"Uh, yeah... Well I'm her boyfriend," he said, the label of a name usually enough to make him cringe but given the circumstances, he let it slide.

The lady nodded, clicking through the database till she found Taylor's room number. "Ah yes... She's down the hall, room 125."

"Thanks."

As Kevin led himself down the hall, he wondered how Taylor would take his "unexpected" appearance. Would she flip out like he anticipated?

Yeah, probably...

But did she really have any incentive? Ultimately, he was there for his baby and Taylor... It would take a lot more than a little bit of anger to drive him away now.

Before he stepped foot into the room, Kevin took one last breath of tranquility and mentally prayed to some higher power. "God, if you're up there... Please, please don't let Taylor fuck me up too much."

He didn't bother to knock, rather slip through the door as a nurse was just leaving. Taylor didn't notice anyone else was in the room as her back was towards him, curled up into a fetal position of some sorts. The machine beeping beside her was the only sound between them, before Kevin opened his mouth to speak.

"Taylor..."

She didn't budge and for a moment Kevin suspected she was asleep. So he called her name again. "Taylor?"

"You shouldn't be here, Kevin..." She finally answers as cold and heartless sounding like her words were supposed to hurt- cut him deep like he did her.

"Actually, I should be here," Kevin said, "And I am... So take it for what it is, Tay."

"Don't call me that," she snapped, pulling the blankets over her body.

"Is everything I do going to piss you off now?"

"Well it has so far, Kev," she shot back, her form of a nickname for him.

"You sure about that? Really? Well for starters, you haven't even asked why I'm here besides to witness the birth of our son."

Taylor chuckled like it was an insult to whatever Kevin wanted to reveal. She was done playing games- letting him walk all over her while he had the best of both words. After opening herself up countless times hoping they could one day be a happy, loving and normal couple, she could care less what he had to say now.

"I don't care anymore, Kevin," she whispered, her eyes beginning to sting and water, "I don't care."

"Yes you do... For one, you're crying. You do care, Taylor," he reasoned, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"No I don't... Because all I do is get hurt in the end and nothing, absolutely nothing happens to you. You walked away from all of this without losing anything! You went home and picked up where you last left off, Kevin..."

"No I didn't because I lost you... And I regret my decision every day," Kevin interjected, his hand on her leg. He rubbed his thumb against the cotton sheet between himself and her flesh- craving that kind of closeness he took for granted.

"Is that why you're here?" She asked, her voice shaky with both anger and sadness- her heart hanging by nothing but a measly thread as she slapped away his hand, "To get my hopes up and just leave me again?"

"No," Kevin said as simple as could be, placing his hand on her thigh again, "Im here for good... And I'm not going anywhere from now on."

"What?"

His fingers immediately swiped the tears falling from her eyes, a little bit of a smile on his lips as her eyes scanned his expression- realizing how serious he was actually being.

"I'm not going anywhere, Taylor... Because I wanna be with you. I'm going to be with you because I'm in love with you and only you."

Taylor closed her eyes, flinching as Kevin cupped her cheek. But she had her doubts and rightfully so. "You tell me the same thing over and over again... How am I supposed to believe you this time?" She asked, her voice only above a whisper.

Kevin stood up from the bed, a chair from the corner in his sights. "I'll show you," he said, pulling the chair as close as he could to the bed. "I'm not going anywhere... You can either close your eyes and rest before its showtime or continue arguing with me. Either way, I'm staying right here. Got it?"

Taylor took a deep breath as she relaxed her body before another contraction rendered her in pain. She clutched her stomach, squeezing her eyes shut and mentally counted to ten till the pain subsided. "How can I trust you? Really?" She hissed.

"I'm not going anywhere," Kevin simply stated, making himself comfortable.

Taylor wanted to believe him but the lingering doubt still floated around inside her head. But with another contraction about to hit, she realized that arguing with Kevin wouldn't do either one any good.

All she could do was take his word.

"Okay... Okay... But promise me. Please don't leave me again."

Kevin reached out and grabbed her hand, the gesture enough for Taylor to finally look him in the eyes, the first in a long while. "I promise I'm here for good," he said, "For you and Camden, from now on."

xXx

Paige had been sitting in the waiting room for two hours in a constant fight as she fidgeted and became as restless as ever. She was surprised as she hadn't bailed- questioning what kind of friend she was if she did.

Every time the doors swung open, her head snapped up scanning each and every person who walked through. No signs of Kevin was definitely a good thing.

"Excuse me? Miss?" A nurse at the desk asked.

"Uh..." Paige mumbled, looking around only to realize she was the only presumed "miss" in sight.

"Yes?"

"Are you here for Miss Blake?"

"Yes," Paige answers, fearing the worst," Why? What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing at all. I wanted to free up the waiting room and was wondering if you wanted to go on in with her and her boyfriend? There's allowed two per room."

The look of fear planted itself square on Paige's face as she nodded her head. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself as she stood to her feet, following the nurse to Taylor's room.

Paige was escorted and left in front of the door. She thought about bailing- it was the best idea she had all night. But ultimately, how could she walk out on a friend in need.

Goddamn feelings and morals, she muttered to herself as she turned the handle, letting herself in. It was quiet with the exception of the machines beeping their usual sounds and Kevin's voice filling the void.

"You okay?" Kevin asked, rubbing the small of Taylor's back firmly. She shook her head, unable to utter a response as pain overtook her body.

"This hurts so much... Why does this hurt so much?" She moaned, burying her face in the pillow.

"Do you really want me to explain it to you?"

"Shut up," she mumbled back, "And no I don't."

Kevin placed a kiss on the back of her head, continuing to massage her back. "I wouldn't have this any other way... I'm actually happy you're in this bed, in pain because of the reason that you are."

"Wow... That might just be the nicest thing you've ever, ever said."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

Taylor shrugged, another contraction washing over. "I don't know anymore... All I know is that this is unbearable," she hissed.

"Want me to get the nurse? You know there's a shot for that," about ready to buzz the little red button for a nurse if it weren't her choice.

"I know, I know, I just thought I could wait it out a little bit more."

Kevin chuckled. "Baby, you don't need to look all tough for me."

"Oh don't you worry," Taylor said, matching Kevin's enthusiasm, "I'm not doing it for you."

"Goddamn," Paige shrieked, peeking from behind the curtain. She stepped into the middle of the room, hesitant and keeping her distance as she eyed the two with such a distasteful look.

"Have you two made up? Cause it seriously doesn't sound like it! I haven't been waiting for as long as I have just so the two of you could bicker!"

"Uhm... How long have you been standing there?" Kevin asked. Paige shot him a glare before rolling her eyes. That wasn't even the point. She was disappointed in the two- expecting some kind of love sick reunion a hell of a lot cuter than the shit she walked into.

"Answer my question is. Have the two made up or not?" Paige asked Kevin, avoiding his first question all together.

"Yes, Paige," a frustrated Taylor intervened, "I forgave him... We're fine. Everything's fine between us."

Hearing the validation from Taylor's lips had Kevin breathing a sigh of relief. "Exactly what she said," he added. He continued massaging the small of her back, hoping she'd get over her pride and buzz the nurse for the epidural.

"Wait... What're you even doing here?" Kevin asked Paige who pulled a chair far, far away from Taylor in the bed.

"They basically made me come in here... I had no choice."

"You'll never be the same," Taylor mumbled.

Paige laughed, about to rib Taylor back if it weren't for the blonde shrieking in pain. "Oh my God! I can't do this anymore... Kevin!"

"Epidural time?" He piped up, happy to press the little button on command. Ashamed with herself, Taylor finally pushed past her own pride and nodded her head- allowing for Kevin to buzz the nurse.

"But let it be known," she whispered, "I put up one hell of a fight till you came along."

Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah sweetheart... Whatever you say."

With a deep, defeated breath, Taylor pressed the little red button- giving in. The nurse who responded was happy enough to fetch the anesthesiologist, again leaving the three alone again.

"Wow... I've never seen you like this," Paige commented to Kevin in particular. He'd been in the same place all that time, his fingers still kneading the small of Taylor's back for some sort of relief. Her eyes closed, she so desperately wanted his arms wrapped around her body instead- holding her close if it weren't for the sharp pains threatening her jumping out of the bed

But once the anesthesiologist came by, which felt like light years to Taylor, Paige was given the boot for a quick minute while Taylor prepared for the juice.

"Hold still, baby," Kevin whispered, holding Taylor as firm and still as possible as the anesthesiologist readied himself to administer the epidural. Taylor clutched onto Kevin as hard as she could, squeezing her eyes shut as she held her breath- biting her tongue instead of letting her tongue loose with every swear word knowing by man.

"Breathe, babe," Kevin said, noticing Taylor held her breath in refusal to breathe.

"Okay, she can lie back down," the anesthesiologist said. Kevin helped her get comfortable, encouraging her to breathe properly. Paige was allowed back into the room once, choosing to take a long stroll around the hospital instead. She damn well knew the baby was on his way now and decided she needed to prepare- leaving just Kevin and Taylor for the time being.

"He's coming soon," Kevin whispered, kissing Taylor's forehead. She closed her eyes, settling back into a positive mindset as Kevin continued his very heartfelt assault of romancery.

With every deep breath she took, Taylor became much more relaxed and excited. Kevin was there, her best friend too for moral support. She was about to give birth to hers and Kevin's son. Everything had began to fall into place- later rather than sooner.

"Kevin?" Taylor called out, her eyes shut as she awaited the sound of his voice.

"Hmm?" He mumbled in response.

"What happened with you and Morgan? She asked, the question of curiosity just that- curiosity.

"You wanna know?"

Taylor nodded. Maybe it wasn't her place to know such information. It wasn't any of her business, the relationship Kevin had with his wife. But she genuinely wanted to know as a part of her felt bad for his soon to be ex-wife.

"I tried... She tried... But something wasn't right," he explained, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thankfully Sami stopped by a couple days ago- helping me realize how much of a mistake I'd be making if I went through making that mistake."

"Wow... Sami?"

"Yeah... He's coming around a bit more. It isn't the same as it used to be and I don't think it ever will be... But it's something, right? It beats completely losing him as a friend. Which got me thinkin'... I don't want that with you. I don't want something that'll never be what it used to be. I want those happier times again- like nothing ever skipped a beat between us," Kevin said, pouring his heart out.

Taylor opened her eyes, sitting up as best she could as her lower body began to tingle from the medicine. "I want that too... There's only so much I can be mad at you for. But the fact that you're here in front of me is more than enough proof that you're not leaving this time. And I believe you. Every time I try to shut you out, you're always where I want you to be. You never gave up, Kev... All this time- spent together, spent apart but secretly still in love with one another- hasn't changed me falling in love with you. It's only made those feelings stronger- like we can get through anything because this is proof that we can."

Kevin smiled, leaning in. As soon as his lips crashed against Taylor's, it was like every word she'd spoke came to life. The validation of her love for Kevin stood tall. It proved to they could make it through whatever life would throw their way- no matter which direction they chose to follow, no doubt the two would rise from the ashes together.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, "I fucking love you."

Kevin kissed her which such passion she missed so dearly. She finally felt complete- her family so close to her heart. "I fucking love you, Tay... My beautiful, Taylor. Goddamn, you're gonna be a mom."

"I am," she laughed, nervously, "And you're going to be a daddy... One of the best things your so, so good at. I couldn't be any luckier unless this is one huge, mind crippling dream about ready to chew me out."

Kevin laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculous sounding accusation. "This is no dream... This is all real life, baby."