Heyyy Readers! :) It's been two weeks, yes, but I've had about five bajillion shows everyday lol. So yeah...

How was everyones Thanksgiving anywho? Have you seen Harry Potter? I loved it! =D It was so good, Ron Weasly is turning into a stud now haha ;)

This is not one of my longest chapters but I think it explains and shows some key points in Taylor and Claire's life! I hope you like it... If you do... Why don't you review? :) Thanks XOXOX

Chapter Twenty One

Claire's POV

Goosebumps rose up my arms as I grasped some white sand in my palms. The feeling of the midnight ocean breeze, the fresh smells around me, it was all so soothing. I took my gaze from the calm waves and turned up to the moon. It was full, big, and mesmerizing. It had me think about what had happened this past week... The best week of my life.

Lets get it out of the way before it gets awkward... I admit, we've had sex or made love about every single night- to the point where my crotch is a bit numb. Hey, I'm only speaking honestly! Other than that, the scuba diving was my favorite by far. Cruising beneath the blue water, above and through those vibrant coral reefs; Taylor pulling me away when I got too fascinated with a friendly Lion Fish (they are poisonous yes). I loved being there with all the exotic types of fish. It was like I was in a completely different world. Their world..

The town that we finally explored our fourth day here, it was so foreign, but so... Beautiful. I enjoyed every minute of our time there, holding Taylor's hand within my own and just walking around at our own will. It was an amazing feeling. Though once we got deeper, more towards more of the city aspect, people started recognizing us- bringing a magnifying glass right over us at once. They soon got the hint that this was our honeymoon and that we didn't want to be bothered... But knowing Taylor, he offered some autographs to the Twilight fans (who were pumped for the on coming arrival of Breaking Dawn Part 2 in November). I happily signed a few things when asked for. Pictures were taken both close and afar, although, we carried on with our adventure with smiles on our faces.

It was like a lightbulb had turned off. My recap suddenly stopped when I realised that the water was slowly raising up higher and higher towards where I was sitting. I quickly scrambled to my feet, brushing off the excess sand from my pants and walked up the slope towards the open glass door. I slipped in quietly, wondering to myself if Taylor had fallen asleep. I told him I was going to go sit outside for a while, but I didn't notice that it was already twelve thirty in the morning.

I wandered through the family room, seeing that he wasn't there, and made my way down to the bedroom. As I strode in, a crack of light shining upon the wooden flooring caught my eye. I then followed where it was coming from. Approaching the door, I was about to push it open when I heard the horrific sound of someone throwing up.

Ugh, my stomach churned as my face winced away from the door. After it stopped I immediately opened the door to find Taylor lying on the tile floor with one hand on the rim of the toilet seat and the other holding a wet wash cloth to his forehead. My features scrunched together in pain of seeing him so sick, while his eyes slowly opened to look at me. Though instead of copying my look, he just rolled those big hazel eyes of his, having me shake my head and crouch down next to his limp, shaking body. The smell was worse down here. Eww.

"What happened to you?" I rubbed the hand that was atop his head.

"Food poisoning I'm thinking.." His stomach gurgled loudly. "Yeah, I'm sure." An uneasy look took his face.

Yuck, I thought. "From the fish you had tonight? Really?"

"Maybe it was a bad catch of swordfish." He barely shrugged from under me.

"What are the odds..." I slightly smiled. He almost grinned just as his eyes widened and I helped him up as fast as I could to the white bowl of greatness. I rubbed his back soothingly while he got his breath back, and wiped his mouth while another towel beside us.

"Do you need anything?" I said softly supporting him to the bed.

"No, I'm fine." He said resting his head against the pillows.

"For now." I raised my eyebrow. He only stared at me with those eyes, having me desire him all in one moment. But hell no was I kissing him.

Instead, I laid my lips on his hair, which at least still smelled good. I climbed into bed and curled up next to him. Tonight was our last night here. Poor guy, having to be so sick. No sex for us tonight...

I placed my hand on his hand and squeezed lightly, all of thinking that I love him. Tomorrow, we'd be going back to the real world. Joy to the freaking world.

I didn't think someone could be this nervous. I couldn't feel my fingers, or even my entire body for that matter. Everything didn't seem- or didn't even want to be real right now. Was I graduating? Cause it sure didn't feel it like.

Today was May 5th. A very sunny, particularly warm but still breezy Sunday afternoon in Long Beach. There was a small stage on the green grass in front of the school, with rows and rows of folding chairs in the front. All filled with smiling friends and family awaiting the beginning of the ceremony.

Ten minutes until we started and I felt as if I were to puke my organs out. I was constantly bouncing my legs and tapping my right foot, biting my nails, and fixing my curled hair. My mind was insane. I can't explain it. The rest of the students who were piled behind the stage with me, were completely fine. How? I don't know. I wished I could be them. Until my eyes snatched a tall, tan, muscular man strolling around the corner. I soon regretted my wish with a smirk on my face and got up to go see my husband.

No one seemed to care that Taylor Lautner was in sight. I think they were pretty much over it when they found out he was married. Sucks. Heh. I stumbled a bit in my heels trying to get to him, while he just stood there, perfect as can be, staring at me. He wore black dress pants and shoes, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit.

"Hello beautiful." His smile was sweet and absolutely charming.

I instantly blushed from under my tasseled cap and stared up at him. "This is it huh?"

"You should be proud of yourself."

"I-i am." I swallowed.

His chuckle was throaty. "Nervous much?"

"How'd you know?" My frame sunk.

"Oh you're shaking is all." He laughed for a brief second, taking my hands to stop the trembles. I frowned, still looking at him, searching for relief. "You will be fine, Claire. Don't you worry okay?" He leaned forward and kissed my lips quickly.

I accidentally moaned underneath it.

He smiled against my lips and kept them there longer. Not helping my personal sanity Taylor!

I pulled away once in my life to breathe properly.

"Relax! It'll be over sooner than you know it." He grabbed my shoulders. "You deserve to be awarded this."

"Graduating college. Yes." I said just for the sake of my brain.

"E's! Calling all E's! Come line up!" My ears picked up Mrs. Bernard's deep voice.

"I should to go. I'm next..." I said quietly.

"Smile! I'll see you out there.. I love you!" He was so excited, how could he be? I watched him back away from me and make his way back around the stage. Ahhh, come on girl, walk. Breathe and walk, breathe and walk..

I turned around, walking through the crowd of people and took my place with all the others in line.

Twenty extremely long minutes had passed and I found myself biting my tongue as I waited to be called. The beats of my heart were so loud I could barely hear what was going on. Until Mitchell Fay, a tall, buff blonde nudged my back and tried asking for my number. The weirdest timing ever. I only held up my left hand with no expression and he soon stepped back in line.

Five more minutes and I finally heard my name. I hopped up the first two steps (where had the sudden energy come from?) and strode down the stage towards the dean who held my diploma. I took it gracously and smiled as I shook his hand. Screams and hollers came from the audience, my family, my number one fan club. My smile became wider, and I waved my diploma in the air, taking the tassel and switching it to the over side. All while making eye contact with each person of my family.

Dad, smiling from behind his digital camera, of course he'd record this. My brothers, whistling and clapping like maniacs. The dorks. My dance girlfriends and forever friends, screaming at the top of their lungs in excitement. It made me laugh like always. Then Taylor. Just simply grinning and clapping. My heart jump started all over again as I mouthed 'I love you' to him before making my way down the steps.

I stared up at the blue sky and thought to myself... Just a day, just an ordinary day- just trying to get by. Just a boy, just an ordinary boy but he was looking to the sky.

I grinned to myself and jumped around, laughing in my own happiness. I did it, Mom! Aren't you proud?

I hope so.

I love you.

I miss you.

Taylor's POV

June 1st

"Hey..." I finally gave in and was gently shaking Claire awake as she was still fast asleep and it was already two in the afternoon. She slowly came around and her lids fluttered open for a second but then she turned over and groaned, shoving a pillow at me. I laughed lightly and tried again. She's been sleeping in a lot lately... Actually since about two weeks ago. I was beginning to wonder... Nah, she was probably just enjoying her time off. I hope.

"Taylor.. Can't you see that I don't want to get up." She grumbled into the sheets.

"It's two though.. You have to get up sometime." I protested.

"Maybe in an hour." She waved her hand lazily in my direction.

"What's wrong with you?" I tugged on her shoulder sternly. She sighed and sat herself up, letting me see her fuller face.

"I don't know Taylor. Why don't we find out shall we?" I cocked my head to the side. Did she gain weight?

"Mood swings much?" I joked taking her hand.

She didn't seem to take it. Obviously. Her eyebrows stiffened, the look on her face almost in pain, she flew out of my sight and into the bathroom where I heard a familiar sound...

"Oh boy..." I stood and took careful steps into the bathroom, where I found her slouched over the toilet.

I ran to her side when she started throwing up again to hold her hair out of her face. While she continued, my thoughts slowly pulled together into one solid shocking realisation. Was she pregnant?

After she quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, I sat her down to talk.

"Is there something you want to tell me..." I played with her fingers, my eyes fixated on her stomach. I swallowed instinctively.

"Possibly.." My head shot up. "Taylor... The last time we... ya know.. had sex was sometime early last month.." She let herself take a breath. "Afterwards, you fell asleep remember? And I found that... Um.. The condom was broken."

My mouth suddenly went dry. I tried to remember what happened that late Friday night.

Her eyes seemed to feel me and she grasped my hands. "I don't know when it broke but.. it did."

"Why didn't you tell me...?" I barely whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't.. I was going to, I swear... but I wanted to do something first."

I waited silently for her to go on.

"I took a test the upcoming week, because my period was supposed to start the next day... But it didn't so I got a bit worried when it still hadn't started on... Thursday." Her voice was still calm but inside I knew she was as uneasy as I was. "Taylor..." Her hand moved my hand towards her stomach and it molded against her flat surface.

What soon wouldn't be flat anymore.

My heart raced as I stared at her, almost alarmed. I didn't know what to think.

She reached over and kissed my cheek suddenly. "I'm only about four-ish weeks.. and I can feel things inside me already. Its...a wonderful feeling Taylor, it is. Are you... happy?" Her dark brown eyes, big and round stared into my soul.

"Y-yes, I am.." A small grin appeared on her face at my answer. "We're going to have a baby." I smiled.

She nodded in agreement, "We're going to have a baby!" She flung herself into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I hugged her tightly, having her body press into me easily. Having our baby in between us...

"Have you told anyone?" I asked, almost out of breath oddly enough.

"No, just you. I think its too early to spread the news." She grinned, though it quickly faded. "Do you think its too early to have a baby?"

I thought about it, its been about three months since we got married, and maybe four weeks since she graduated. Maybe it was.. But whats happened, happened. I was elated otherwise. "We're happy aren't we?"

"Yes." She replied, that smile returning.

I glanced down and better noticed the slight shape to her lower abdomen through her baggy T-shirt. She followed my gaze and laid her hand over it. I couldn't help but smile with her as I scooted a bit closer to her and placed my hand over hers. Our heads fell together and she nuzzled my nose slowly, while I took in her scent. My eyes drifted closed feeling at peace in this position as she was.

"Is this crazy or what..." I heard her whisper.

"Somewhat crazy."

"I hope its a girl.." My eyes opened and I saw a shy smile on her round face.

"To be honest, I hope so too." Her face seemed to lighten at my words. You'd think I'd want a boy, but I've always wanted a daughter for my first child.. Daddy's little girl..

"I love you Daddy.."

"And I love you Mommy.." I grinned. This has definitely been a crazy but exciting start to our year..

We lost someone special in our lives..

I got married to the woman of my dreams..

She just graduated Long Beach college..

And now we're having a baby..

I smirked at my thoughts. This was way too much to take in one afternoon. But I was happy.. More importantly, she was happy.

My chin tilted forward as I touched her lips softly. She gently kissed me back, a small but fiery passion spread through her mouth to mine. My other hand raised and cradling the side of her face in my palm. I then released her lips and stared at her gentle features. I stroked a strand of her hair out of her face while she took my hand on her stomach and curling it around her body. All with her eyes closed. I pulled her into my body and she rested on me. Her breathing was light for moments on, and then she fell asleep in my arms.

My heart skipped a beat as I laid backwards on the bed carefully, trying not to wake her. Though she continued sleeping soundly on my chest. My fingers began brushing back and forth upon her back until my eyelids grew drowsy and finally shut.

I really, honestly enjoyed writing that part with her telling him... Just saying :)

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