Two days later, Monday, July 19, 2049

Bayley's P.O.V.

I was at my apartment from getting back from taking Rawlings to the doctor with my mom when my phone pings, alerting me of a text message. I let my mom walk inside with me. She places the baby down for a nap before walking back into the living room. I was just opening my phone when she walks back into the room.

"Who texted you, Bay? Is everything alright?" Mom asks me. I look up from my phone and at my mother, I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. I haven't looked at it yet." I open the text message from Reagan.

Reagan; Hey girl, can we meet up or can I come over, please? I need to talk to you about something... - the text message read. I wasn't sure what she wanted to talk to me about. I know she and Brayden are together, and have been for a while now, but I wasn't sure if I should mention anything about Brayden and Reagan hooking up before getting together to my mother.

No, don't do that. That's not your business to share, Bayley. That's Brayden's choice to share with mom or not.

I nod my head. "Yeah, everything's fine, Mom. Nothing to worry about. It was just Reagan. She just wants to talk to me." I say to her. I hate lying to her, well, it's not really lying, I'm not telling her why she wants to talk. I'm not going to expose both Reagan's and Brayden's sex life with her. That's not right, even if that's not even what Reagan wants to talk about.

"Alright then. Are you okay with being alone with her?" Mom asks, my eye brows raise and then I just nod. "Yes, she's feeling a bit better. I should be fine, thank you." I tell her. She kisses my head before leaving the apartment.

I finally text Reagan back when I hear the door shut close.

Bayley; Yes, but it has to be short. Rawlings isn't feeling well. I can't go anywhere or want anyone seeing her right now.

Reagan; I completely understand. I won't go near her. I'll be right over.

Bayley; Okay.

Thirty minutes later, I hear the buzzer ring and I let Reagan up to me. When I hear knocking on the front door, I open the door for her. "Hi. Come on in."

Reagan nods her head, walking inside the apartment and I close the door behind her. I look at my friend, who was now slightly crying. I knew Reagan since fifth grade, the girl never cries. Maybe at snappy movies, but that's it. Something must be really bothering her if she's crying.

'What's wrong, Reagan?" I ask my friend, who is now sitting next to me. She sniffs a little, wiping a tear away and then looks back at me. "I went to my OBYGN today and I found out something..." She explains, and I sigh before something drowned on me. "Reg, are you trying to tell me what I actually think you're trying to tell me?"

Is she pregnant? Oh shit, is she expecting a baby?

She nods her head slowly. "Y-yeah, I'm pregnant. I just found out today. I wasn't feeling so well, so I made an appointment on Friday to see my doctor today. She told me I'm seven weeks pregnant..." She explains to me. "I-I don't know what to do!" She starts crying again.

My heart starts to ache for her. I know how she feels because I found out I was pregnant unexpectedly too. I hope she knows that I'll be here for her whenever she needs me.

"Oh, I know how you feel, though because that's how I felt like this when I found out I was pregnant with Rawlings...more than a year ago..." I tell her. I take a breath before asking her a question.

"Does Brayden know?" I ask. Reagan shakes her head. "No..." I frown at that answer. "Why haven't you told him yet?" I ask, with concern.

"I'm scared he'll break up with me or...not want the baby, Bay! I don't want him to think I'm trapping him or some shit." Reagan sobs into her hands.

I really want to hug her but with Rawlings not feeling so well, I'm not going to hug her. Though, I want to so badly so she knows I'm here for her, and it's okay. "Reagan, I think you should talk to him, okay? You should know if he wants to be apart of the baby's life. I can't answer that question for you." I tell her, truthfully.

Reagan nods her head. "Okay." She is calmed down enough to send Brayden a text to meet her at Starbucks. After she send him the text and getting a response from my brother, she says her goodbyes to me before heading off to Starbucks.

I hope Brayden steps up as the dad to be and shows his support towards the pregnancy. I can't believe I'm going to be an aunt.

Holy shit. I wasn't expecting to be an aunt at eighteen. I thought I'd be the only one who got knocked up as a teen. Life for me is all about my daughter. Now my own brother will have to step up and be a father at seventeen. I was hoping I would be the only one to follow into our parent's footsteps.

I couldn't sit and think about what was happening with them for long because Rawlings woke up crying in her crib.

My poor baby girl.

I stand up from the couch and head to her nursery. When I get to her room, I open the door, walk over to her and pick her up. "Awww, baby girl. Mommy's here." I say, rubbing her back slowly as I rock her in my arms. After rocking her doesn't work, I decide to warm up a bottle for her and give her the medicine her doctor gave me. After measuring it out based on her age, I put it in her milk. This is going to be so gross for her, but it will make her feel better.

As I expected, she hated it. Ugh. Fuck me. I hate having a sick baby.

She started feeling sick on Saturday night, so Taylor took her to the ER and she had a little fever. I called her doctor's office this morning and they were able to fit us in. After I try to give her some of the medication and milk, she finally starts to calm down some, but of course, she was fussy.

By the time Taylor arrives home, I'm exhausted. I never want to experience her sick like this ever again. But I know at some point she will get sick again, and I won't like it.

"How was she at the doctor's, babe?" Taylor asks me as he's taking off his shoes and putting his keys on the key hanger. I sigh as I place my laptop to the side. "It was okay. We both cried. She hated all the times she needed to take the medicine. I feel so bad for her..."

Taylor sighs deeply as he sits next to me on the couch, pulling me into his arms and kissing my head, making me feel a little better.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm here now, so you can relax, alright?" He whispers in my ear and then shortly after, I fall asleep on his shoulder. I was so fucking exhausted.

Around 10:30PM, I'm being carried into mine and Taylor's bedroom, making me fall more in love with him every time he carries me to bed.

I can't wait to have him carry me to bed for the rest of my life.