AN: This chapter will go back and forth between Taylor and Bayley's thoughts. Enjoy! ;)
Ten more chapters until the season finale!

Two weeks later, Tuesday, December 8, 2048

Taylor's P.O.V.

I never been this pissed in my life. My pregnant fiance has to go into court today and I'm not exactly happy about this. Who the hell would try to harm a pregnant teenager? Of course, another teenager, who's named Zoey, who is in love with me while I'm marrying Bayley, she's pregnant with our daughter. She's currently 32 weeks pregnant. She shouldn't have to deal with this right now. But, yet, here we are.

I was now staying at Bayley's five days a week now because we have no idea when she could go into labor. This is stressing me out lately. We should be getting ready for our daughter, not taking Zoey to court. Bay should be resting, but I guess today isn't going to be a resting day. I could tell she was really worried when we were getting ready.

"Are you okay, babe?" I ask her when I see her fussing with her fingers and playing with her hair. She does that when she's stressed.

She shook her head slowly. "No, I'm not okay. I'm so nervous. Like, what if she tries to lie and say I went after her first? I could- I mean-I-" She was cut off by me taking taking her hands into mine. "Baby, breathe, you know your dad would never let anything bad happen to you. You just have to tell the judge everything that has happened. You have statements and proof of everything she has done to you." I try to calm her down.

I could tell she's overwhelmed and scared of what Zoey is capable of, and I completely understand her reason of being nervous. She just nods her head, taking deep breathes, and rubs her belly with her hand. "Okay, you're right. I want everything to go well, you know?"

I nod my head. "And everything will go fine, babe. We have to get going soon."

She smiled slightly. "Okay. I'll change and we'll get going..."

Bayley changed into a black and white strapped long sleeved shirt and a long black skirt. She curled her hair as well. She grabbed black 2 inch high heels. She looked gorgeous, even if we're going somewhere I'd rather not be. I'd rather be home watching a movie with my baby girl.

I changed into a dark blue suit with a white shirt underneath and I put my brown shoes on as Bayley was putting on makeup.

She shouldn't be wearing makeup she's beautiful without it, but she feels better with it. I smiled at her.

"You look beautiful, baby girl."

"Thank you, Tay. You look handsome yourself." She said, applying eyeliner to her eyes and after she did that, she was finally finished getting ready. She groaned as she tried picking up the heels. I saw the uncomfortableness on her face.

"Baby, stop. Just stop..." I said, standing up from her bed, walked over to her and picked up the heels and then helped her put the heels on her feet. "There we are..."

She smiled at me. "Thank you, Tay." She grabbed my hands and I helped her up from the stool. "Thank you for helping me up." She said, holding her belly as she stood up.

"Anytime, gorgeous." I smiled at her again. "Ready to go now?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, I am."

I helped Bayley downstairs where her parents were waiting for us. "We're ready."

Zach smiled. "Alright. Let's go."

I helped Bayley into the passenger seat and we headed out to the courthouse. My fucking nerves are through the fucking roof right now. This is so stressful. I parked my car into the parking spot and helped Bayley out of the car and we followed her parents inside the courthouse.

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Bayley's P.O.V.

We walked into the courtroom and my nerves are fucking crazy. I can't believe I have to be here. I'm seven fucking months pregnant and I shouldn't be here. I should be resting and preparing for Rawlings. But, yet, here we are. I can't believe we are here now.

"Holy crap, I can't stop but be fucking nervous."

Dad looked at me. "Sweetheart, everything will be fine."

I groaned. "You have to say that, Dad because you're my dad and my lawyer..."

Dad squeezed my hand. "We will get this done. I promise, sweetheart."

I nod my head as we began the case against Zoey. It was overwhelming for me. I was having cramping while sitting down next to my dad. I couldn't think this was happening now. I'm only 32 weeks pregnant! I have eight more weeks until I'm due, I'm not ready for this. After we won the case, I looked at my dad with a scared look on my face.

"Dad?" I groaned as I held onto my stomach and took a deep breath.

Dad turned to face me, his eyes widened. "Bay, are you okay?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so...I think we have to go to the hospital..."

Dad's eyes went wide in shock. "Okay, let's go..." He helped me up slowly and we walked over to mom and Taylor, who both looked concerned.

"Baby, are you okay?" Taylor asked, with concern in his voice.

"I think I'm in labor..." I said weakly.

Taylor nodded as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder and helped me into his car and we headed off to the hospital. I saw Taylor trying to drive faster than I ever thought. Well, that was needed. I could be in labor now. I'm not ready! Not one fucking bit. This whole thing made me so stressed that I probably am in labor at 32 weeks pregnant.

"Everything will be okay, baby."

"How can you be so sure?" I ask, rubbing my belly.

He sighed. "I don't want us to worry about something until your doctor says something otherwise, okay?"

"Okay..." I nod my head.

When we arrived at the hospital, Taylor and I walked into the hospital and headed to the maturity floor in the hospital and I got put into a room. The nurses hooked me up and then my doctor walked into the room. She placed gel on my belly and began doing another ultrasound to check on the baby.

"Okay, so Rawlings looks good. She's not in any kind of destress or anything, but you are having some practice contractions. Your body is just getting ready for birth and you're stressed. You need to keep stress levels down."

"So, what do we do? How can we tell from real and false?" Taylor asked as he rubbed my shoulders.

Dr. Jackson smiled. "Well, if Bayley drinks water and puts her feet up false contractions will go away, real contractions won't."

I nodded my head. "Okay. We'll keep that in mind..."

Dr. Jackson nodded. "I'll see you two next week and we'll keep an eye on Rawlings..."

I nodded my head slowly. "Okay..."

Taylor's P.O.V

After the visit at the hospital, Bay and I headed back to Ava and Zach's. I drove into the driveway and stopped my car and parked my car. Bayley got out of the car and we headed inside the house.

Her parents started asking us 20 questions at once. I sigh, taking Bayley's hand and squeezing her hand as we sat on the couch. We begun explaining everything to them. Ava sighed out of relief.

"Oh, thank God. I'm glad everything is okay with Bay and the baby."

Bayley yawned. "I'm going to take a nap."

I looked at her. "Do you want me to get you something for dinner, babe?"

Bayley nodded her head. "Yes, please. Thank you, Taylor."

An hour later

I picked up McDonalds for my pregnant fiance. She wanted a big Mac and large fries and a Mc fury. After getting everything she wanted, I drove back to her and walked inside the house with the food and handed the bag and Mc fury to her.

"Thank you so much, babe."

"You're welcome, baby girl." I kissed her head as she began eating her food in enjoyment. "Oh, my goodness. So good." She moans in enjoying the food and drinking her Mc fury. These cravings are getting better and better.

I looked at my fiance. He is taking good care of me and getting me everything I want and need. I love this man so much. He's my everything. I'm so lucky to have him. He is going to be the best dad ever to our little girl.

"I love you so much." I tell him.

"I love you more, baby." He says, leaning down and kissed me passionately.