AN: I was looking at Bay and Taylor's kids birthdays and I kinda messed up on how old they were when the kids were born so you'll see how I changed it as I write this series.
So sorry. :(
This was my mistake, so I'm going to do some math and see if everything matches.

Ages of Tayley's kids in the year 2065 (a few chapters take place in that year & 2066)

Rawlings- 16
Rayne- 15
Rayeleigh- 12
Daxton- 9
Asherston & Ariana- 7 - turning 8)
Meredith & Mackynzie- 6
Caci- 4.
Bayley- 33 & Taylor- 34

Okay long enough AN. Enjoy the chapter!

Sunday, October 3, 2049, Taylor and Bayley's Apartment Complex

Bayley's P.O.V.

I was asleep in mine and Taylor's bed when I suddenly woke up to my stomach doing summersaults. I cover my mouth as I jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom to the toilet to throw up. I feel a hand on my back and someone pulling my hair back from my face.

"Baby, are you alright?" I hear Taylor whisper in my ear. I shake my head as I throw up again.

Fuck.

Am I pregnant again? Oh fuck, what if I am?

When I'm finished, I take a deep breath and start brushing my teeth. When I'm done, I look at Taylor, who is concerned about me. His face has concern written all over with concern, which is normal. Why wouldn't he be?

He's your husband.

"I think I have to go pick up a pregnancy test..." I mutter, sighing. I need to know if I'm sick or it's just pregnancy.

Fuck, I'll be a mother of two at eighteen.

Taylor's eyes widened when I mentioned getting a pregnancy test. His face went white, like he was seeing a ghost or something.

"Are-are you sure that you could be pregnant?" He asked me with a stutter. He was already working his ass off for just one child, now we could be having another baby.

I stand in the bathroom in complete silence for a few minutes, unsure on what to say until Taylor breaks the silence with his hands on my cheeks. "Bay?" He asks me, I blink my eyes before coming back from my silence.

"I-I think-I think so." I stutter, breathing heavily, having a panic attack. "Fuck, fuck, shit." I say, walking out of our bathroom to our bed and I sit down.

"Babe..." Taylor follows me and sits beside me on the bed. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asks, rubbing my back up and down.

I breathe out as tears came rushing down my face. I don't know how I'll feel when I find out. All I know is that my daughter is only nine months old.

I shouldn't be having another baby, and yet, I could be.

"I'm just overwhelmed, Taylor. If I'm pregnant, Rawlings and this baby will be only a year apart. How can I give Rawlings enough attention when I'm pregnant and then caring for a newborn? Do you know how long it took me to get used to be a teen mother when I had Rawlings? Almost six fucking weeks." I say, breathing heavily.

Taylor wanted to calm me down as much as he could, but how can he if I just need to vent to him? He lets me vent for a few minutes before he kisses my head and tells me he'll be back with a pregnancy test.

Right when he leaves, Rawlings wakes up crying. I get up from the bed, walk into her nursery and pick her up. "Good morning, baby girl. How about some breakfast?" She smiles at me and I take that as a yes. I change her diaper before leaving the nursery and head to the kitchen. I put her in her high chair before I grab some baby food for her.

Recently, Rawlings changed from formula to baby food. I'm grateful for that, but I'm sad that my baby is growing up so fast. She has been such a big girl lately. It's crazy. I've been going back to school for a few days and I'm happy to be back. Even though, I miss my baby and my hubby.

Rawlings has been going to daycare from six in the morning to 2:30PM. My mom or Ayliana pick me up from school so we can go get her from daycare unless Taylor gets her by 4:00. I don't like keeping her there for that long though.

After feeding Rawlings, I give her a bath and change her outfit. I place her on her play mat and play with her. We make sure she's meeting all of her milestones.

Taylor's P.O.V.

While Bayley stayed home with our daughter, I went out and got her a pregnancy test. I was driving on the way there as thoughts were going through my head.

Fuck, I can't believe we possibly will have two kids literally under 2; I mean shit, Rawlings will only be a year old when this possible baby will be born. I get out of my car after I park my car in a parking lot and I head into CVS to grab a few pregnancy tests for my wife.

As I'm walking around, I hear my name from someone I haven't heard from in almost two years.

'Taylor? Is that you?" The girl says. I turn around to see my ex girlfriend from New York, where I used to live. My parents thought a fresh start after a toxic relationship with Felicia was causing me to have panic attacks and anxiety attacks. Victoria and I were born and raised in New York until up to when I moved to Boston last year.

After our breakup, I spent many months trying to get over her, but it was useless because I'd see her in school and not soon after our breakup, she started dating a new guy.

I finally got over her after our move. It felt so damn good with a fresh start. If my parents didn't take that action for me, I wouldn't have met Bayley, married her, or had Rawlings. My life would be so different.

I sigh and gave a small smile. "Hey Felicia." I say, grabbing the pregnancy tests for Bayley. "It's been a long time since I last saw you." She says with a smile. "How has life been for you?" She asks.

"Life has been good actually. I'm now married and I have a daughter." I tell her with a big smile on my face, thinking about my beautiful girls.

Felicia's eyes widened. "What? You got married and have a daughter? When did that happen?" She asked, a little disappointed in her voice.

She was probably hoping to get back together. But I wouldn't have gotten back with her even if I wasn't with Bayley or had Rawlings.

"We had our daughter nine months ago and just got married two weeks ago." I smile. I see her face frowning. "So, you found someone else quickly after you left New York?" She asked with a surprise in her voice.

I nod my head. "Yeah...Is that a problem?" I ask, as I put the pregnancy test in my basket.

Her eyes follow my hand and her eyes widened. "A pregnancy test?"

I nod. "Yeah." I was about to say something but my phone pings in my pocket. I take it out of my pocket, I put my finger up, letting her know I had a text message. I look at my phone and saw a text message from my wife.

Bayley; Hey, are you on your way home?

I start texting her back.

Taylor; I'm on my way.

I put my phone back in my pocket before getting Felicia know I have to head home now. I check out and head back to my car.

Bayley's P.O.V.

I hear the front door being opened as I was cleaning the kitchen while my daughter was napping. I turn around to see my husband with a bag of pregnancy tests in his hand.

"Hi." I walk over to him and I take the bag from him. "Thank you for getting them for me."

"You're welcome, baby girl." Taylor leans down, presses his lips on mine and I let out a soft moan when he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I kisses him for two minutes before pulling away from him and look at him.

"Can I take the pregnancy tests now?" I ask him, he nods his head. "Yes." As I turn around, he slaps my ass playfully. "Taylor!" I gasp.

Taylor laughs. "Oh come on, you like it." I giggle as I walk into our bedroom and then into our master bathroom.

I take a loud breath as I open the tests and I made sure to drink a lot of water before taking these tests. After doing my business and dipping the tests in the cup, I wait for the results.

My heart starts to beat faster as I wait for the results to show up. I start pacing back and forth in our master bathroom. My heart is racing faster and faster as I start panicking about the fact I probably will be having another baby by the time Rawlings is a year and six months.

Fuck, I can't believe I did this to myself. I should've kept track of my birth control.

But you didn't, so here you are - possibly having another baby.

God damn it, Bayley.

I run a hand through my hair as my phone timer goes off. I don't know if I want to know.

You have to.

"Shit, shit, shit." I mutter as I flip the first test over. My eyes shut tightly before I open them.

My eyes widened as soon as I looked down at the test. Tears were burning in my eyes. One tear fell down my cheek.

"Fuck." I groan, wiping more tears falling down my face quietly.

That's how you got here, girl.

My breathing becomes heavier as I flip over the other tests. My hand covers my mouth as I see the results.

Positive. I want to pull out my hair.

The third one had the same result.

Fucking positive.

I'm pregnant again. I can't believe I'm freaking out about this. I was terrified about my first pregnancy. Now, I shouldn't be so scared about this one because I know Taylor won't leave me.

The first time this happened, I wasn't sure he'd stay. And he did.

He's your husband, Bayley. Why would he leave?

I decide to leave our bathroom and I see Taylor sitting on our bed, waiting for me.

He sees my face all red and puffy. He frowns, getting up from our bed and wraps his arms around me. As soon as he did that, tears started streaming down my face. Hot tears fell, and I just started to sob into his shoulder and I held onto him tightly, gripping his shirt.

"Bay, what did they say?" He asked me a few minutes later after I calmed down enough. He crouched down and took my hands into his.

"I-I'm pregnant." I say, feeling overwhelmed with the information I just said.

"What? Are you for real?" Taylor asked me, feeling happy. A smile comes across his face.

I nod. "Yeah. I'm serious. We're having another baby."

With a big smile on his face, he hugs me. "I'm so excited! We're having another baby."

His reaction wasn't what I thought it was going to be, but I'm happy he's excited. Even though, it might take me a while to get used to the fact I'm having another baby, I know I'm excited too.

"Bay, we'll be alright. I promise." He insures me. He picks me up and spins me around and then puts me down. "I know it's earlier than we expected, but we can do this. If we raised Rawlings alright, we can do the same with this baby.

I let out a relief sigh. "That makes me feel a lot better. I was so worried." He leans down and kisses my head. "Oh, baby. You don't have to be worried. I know it's stressful for you right now, but we can take care of our babies. I won't let anything happen to us." He says, kissing me.

After processing the news for a few hours, I look at the time and I feel tired all the sudden. I change into my pajamas and get into bed.

Taylor feed, changed and rocked Rawlings to bed for me. I felt like crap by 11:00PM and the only thing I want to do is fucking sleep.

When Taylor gets into bed with me, I feel his arms around me and making me feel more comfortable. We fall asleep a few minutes later with our legs tangled up.