AN: The amount of how much Taylor and Bayley make is made up. :)

Three weeks later, February, 14, 2049

Bayley's P.O.V.

Today is Valentine's Day! Rawlings is now a month old. A month ago today I gave birth to my baby girl. It has been an exhausting month. Taylor goes back to school in a week. How the fuck has five weeks gone by so fucking fast? I can't believe he will be going to be gone for sixteen hours a day for 5 days a week. He only makes 22.00 an hour, working eight hours and working Monday through Friday, he makes about 3,520 a month, which means he'd be making about 42,900 per year. And with my monthly payment is 900, so I make about 10,800 per year. I know I will lose that $900 after I marry Taylor in seven months, but with how much he's making right now we should be okay.

But with Taylor wanting to go to college, we have a lot to think about. College is fucking expensive. Taylor has been putting away almost half of his paycheck for college, and the rest of that goes to paying for Rawlings and his own bills at his apartment. His dad and mine are willing to help with the college expenses and to be honest, I couldn't imagine doing this all alone. I'm very greateful.

The morning of February 14th, I woke up to the wonderful smell of pancakes and bacon. Ugh. Oh my God. Have I mentioned how much I love my fiance'? Well, I do.

After realizing Rawlings isn't in her bassinet, I walk into the bathroom to freshen up before walking downstairs to the kitchen to see Taylor cooking breakfast and Rawlings in her swing awake. Rawlings has been more alert, responsive, and gradually, she has been moving her body more smoothly and with much greater coordination. Especially in getting her hand in her mouth. For being four weeks early, she's been right on track, which is great. She moves her head from side to side when she's on her stomach. She's been just staring at her hands and fingers like crazy.

"Good morning." I say, hugging Taylor from behind. He smiles at me when he turns to face me. "Good morning. Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Happy Valentine's Day to you too, babe." I see Rawlings moving around in her swing. A sign she's going to start crying. Before she could start crying, I walked over to her and picked her up.

"It's okay, sweet girl. Mommy's here." I rock her in my arms and walk over to the coffee machine and start brewing a cup of coffee while holding my daughter.

After my coffee was done brewing, Taylor took her from me and I was able to make a cup of coffee. When I finished, I took a long sip before yawning. Taylor laughs.

"Exhausted too?" He asks. I nod my head. "Can you tell with the bags under my eyes?"

He nods. "Yeah. I have them too. I never expected to be this tired. Like, holy fuck."

I give him a look. "Taylor." He sighs. "Right. No cussing. We have a baby."

I giggle. "We'll have to watch what we say over the few years. She could say anything and it would kick us in the ass later."

Taylor chuckles. "Well, by that time, I'll blame it on Brayden." He laughs. I shake my head at his joke. "Taylor! That's mean."

He laughs again. "Okay, okay. It was mean, but you have to admit he'd do that..."

I sigh. "Yeah, he would." I say, sitting down at the table. Taylor comes with our breakfast after laying Rawlings down. After breakfast, we played with Rawlings, making sure she's doing all of her milestones for today.

It's been a long first month. It's about to feel so much longer for me when I'm home alone for eight hours before my mom gets home from work. Honestly, I have zero idea how she did this at seventeen.

Tomorrow is my seventeenth birthday and I'm excited to finally be almost an adult. Taylor is eighteen already. His birthday is December 19th. We are a year and two months apart. Tomorrow would've been Rawlings's due date. I decided to have a small family gathering to celebrate Rawlings's would've been due date, my birthday and my mom's birthday. Jordyn is having her own birthday party next weekend. I was invited obviously, but I decided not to go because Rawlings is only a month old. I don't want to be that mom that leaves their baby with family to party.

After playing with the baby, we layed her down for her morning nap. We were able to get some cleaning done and of course, our homework too. Taylor is all caught up, but he decided to get some of the new stuff done before going back next week. Me, on the other hand, I have two papers due, a math test, and a Spanish test, and then I'll be all caught up. Fucking finally.

Fuck. Fucking hell. I hate Spanish. I hate it with every bone in my body, along with math. When the fuck are we gonna have to do Algebra in our adult life? Never.

By the end of the day, around 4:30, I heard the front door being knocked on. My eyes widened. Who the fuck is here?

And, when I opened the front door, I saw my friends, Val, Reagan, Eva, and Gina. In Val and Gina's hands were two dresses each. My eyes widened again. Why are they holding dresses? Why is Reagan holding a makeup bag? What the fuck is going on?

"Guys...What are you doing here?" I ask, still confused.

Gina laughed. "We are here to get you ready for your date. You didn't think Taylor wouldn't pass up your first Valentine's Day as a couple?"

My eyes turned to Taylor, who had a big smile on his face. "W-What? But-but we can't go anywhere. We have the baby, and-" I was cut off by my mother and Ayliana's voices.

"We're here to babysit. Where's our granddaughter?"

My eyes got bigger, and a smile came to my face. "You guys didn't have to..."

Mom nods her head. "We wanted too, honey. Taylor told me his plans last night. I quickly agreed, I called the girls, who went shopping for you right after school..."

I started getting excited. "Okay, okay, I'll go change..." I walked upstairs to my bedroom with my friends right behind me. Val locked the door behind her. "Alright ladies, we got dresses to try on!"

I went into the bathroom to get out of my sweat pants and sweater. Yep,that's what I've been wearing for the last 4 weeks. Recovery sucks ass.

Dress #1 was a red dress, showing off my hips and curves. It had straps too. As much as I liked it, I knew it wasn't the one.

After showing the dress to the girls, they also agreed it wasn't the one for me. Gina handed me another dress she picked. I went into the bathroom and changed into her second dress.

Dress #2 wasn't my favorite either, but I did show the girls. It was red, with sleeves over my shoulders, a bow in the middle and there was a little showing and it was short.

Val shook her head. "Hell no. Not that one either."

Reagan shook her head too. "Go try on Val's dresses please."

I nod. Heading back into the bathroom with Val's picks.

Dress #3 was a much more deep red color, straps, showing a little of my cleavage, with a bit of showing my leg down the dress. I really liked it, but it wasn't the one, so I didn't bother showing the girls.

Dress #4 was my favorite. It was red, had sparkles, with straps with off the shoulder sleeves. It was a short dress this time, completely different from something I'd normally wear. It went down to the start of my thigh. I really loved it.

Coming out of the bathroom, my friends all turned to me, with wide eyes, and smiles on their faces.

"Oh my God, girl! Damn, you look hot." Reagan says, making me blush.

"Thank you." I say.

Val laughs. "Too bad Taylor will find it hard to not touch you."

With a red face, I sigh. "Valerice!"

She laughs. "What? I know you can't do the whole thing. You can find other ways." She says, taking her hair straightener and starts brushing my hair out.

"That's true I guess." I say, sitting on my stool while Gina does my makeup and Val straightens my hair. I already showered this afternoon, so I stayed in the dress.

After they finish with me, I get up and head downstairs to find Taylor in a dress shirt and pants and he's setting up everything for our date.

Where did I find this man? How did I land this man? He's so sexy in anything he wears.

I hope he likes my outfit. It's been a while since he's seen me dressed up like this, and most of that time, I was pregnant. Now, I have stretch marks all over my sides, hips and my legs, and I still have baby fat on my stomach. But, the good thing Rawlings did, was make my ass fuller and I like it.

He hears me walking into the room, he lifts his head up and his eyes go wide. "Wow. You look..." He looks me up and down with a huge grin.

"...like a goddess..." He says, licking his lips. This made me blush, making me redder. "Well, thank you."

Taylor wraps his arms around my waist, taking me to the set up in the living room. We sit down and start enjoying our date. It was amazing.

I now realize how lucky I am to have Taylor.

Happy Valentine's Day.

AN: Here's chapter 5. I hope you enjoyed. ❤

Also, you can find the photos of the dresses on Wattpad or my Instagram! 3