? ンユヨ? ンユᄀ? ンユᆬ? ? ンユᅠ? ンユᄂ?'? ? ンユヨ? ンユᆬ ? ンユラ? ンユᅠ? ンユᆬ? ? ンユᅠ ? ンユᆪ? ンユᆬ? ンユヤ? ? ンユヨ? ? ンユᅠ? ンユᅠ? ンユᆪ, ? ンユメ? ンユン? ンユᆪ ? ンユᆬ? ンユᄀ? ? ンユ゚ ? ンユᅠ ? ンユメ? ンユヨ ? ンユメ? ンユヨ? ンユレ? ンユワ.
? ンユル? ンユᆰ ? ンユン? ンユᅠ ? ンユヨ? ンユᆪ ? ンユル? ンユレ? ? ンユメ? ンユᆰ ? ンユᅠ? ? ンユル? ? ンユレ? ンユᄂ? ? ンユレ? ンユヨ.
"? ンムワ? ンモネ?! ? ンモノ? ンモナ!"
"ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ!"
"? ンメᄊ? ンメᄍ? ンモホ!"


Taylor stared at Pete with wide eyes. Impeccable timing. She watched his gaze fall to the positive pregnancy test, and a smile come onto his face. He clasped Goose on the shoulder. "Congrats buddy. I didn't know you and Carole were trying again!"

Taylor clenched her jaw and looked down. Carole fumbled for an excuse while Goose chuckled awkwardly. "It-well, you know, we weren't. But then, it-it just happened," Carole laughed. The air in the room shifted suddenly. "It's not yours, is it?" Pete asked. Taylor looked up as Carole hesitated. "Carole, you're a terrible liar." He laughed.

Taylor's eyes met his.
She saw the penny drop.

He glanced to the test and back at her again, his eyes slowly widening with the realisation. Taylor sighed and wiped her eyes. Goose laughed loudly. "Are you two doing that silent language thing again?"

For some context.
Taylor and Goose's parents died when Goose was 17, the year before he
married Carole. Taylor was only 10 when they died, so she had the choice of
Goose and Carole taking her in, or going into the system. Obviously, Goose
"adopted" her.

Goose met Pete at the end of middle school when they were 14. As it turned
out, Pete was a system child and was unofficially adopted by the Bradshaw
household. He immediately clicked with Taylor, who was only 7 at the time.
She grew to trust him deeply. At her parent's funeral, Pete made up a
"game" of sorts, where they communicate with their eyes, but no talking was
allowed.

Every time he visited from then on, they would be teased about the "silent
language" as Goose had dubbed.

She flashed a small smile to Goose. "No," She said. Goose continued laughing as he looked back and forth. Taylor looked away. Carole gasped sharply. Goose's face melted into a frown. "Tay... how far along are you?" He asked quietly. Taylor shrugged softly. "I don't know. A month? Maybe two?" She answered.

Goose's face shifted to a glare. "Taylor... did you and Pete-" He stopped.

Taylor would remember the moment for years to come.

Goose, in a very unlike Goose manor, spun and threw Pete into the wall. "You son of a bitch!" He seethed. "Goose!" Carole gasped. Taylor watched with wide eyes, unable to do anything but. Carole tugged on her husband's arm. "I told you! I told you she was off limits!" Goose yelled. Pete struggled. "Goose! Stop!" Taylor cried, tears running down her face.

"He defiled you, Taylor!" Goose spat. Taylor grabbed his arm and hauled it back. Goose spun as Pete dropped to the ground. "Hardly!" She yelled. "It takes two, Goose!" She cried. "Are you gonna pin me to the wall as well, huh!?" She shouted. Goose's chest heaved for breath.

"I can't believe you both!" He ran his hands through his hair. "Goose, it wasn't intentional! It just... happened," Taylor wiped her eyes, mad at herself that she was crying. "It wasn't thought out or nothing!" She met his eyes. "If there's anyone to blame here, let it be me." She pleaded.

Goose glared. "As you said, it takes two." He spat, storming out. Taylor sat on the edge of the bathtub, crying. Neither of the two remaining adults moved, processing the last two minutes. "I'll go and calm him down. He won't be mad for long... I think it's just a shock... you know he doesn't do well with sudden change," Carole quietly said. She rubbed her knee. "He'll come around, Tay. Just... give him time.

She left the room, shutting the door softly in her wake.

Taylor shuddered as she tried to regulate her breathing.
For a moment, she forgot Pete was still in there, against the wall.

"So..." He began. Taylor looked up through red-rimmed eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked. Taylor nodded to the test. "It would appear so," She mumbled. Neither spoke for a moment. "You don't need to act like you want this, Pete." She mumbled. "I don't either."

She looked up to meet his eyes. "Really?" He asked quietly. "Well yeah. It'll be a bastard," She said. Pete rolled his eyes. "I don't know if you're still stuck in the '50s or not, but women can have kids out of marriage now," She narrowed her eyes. "I'm aware, but there's still the distaste." She sighed. "Plus, your life isn't going to change. You're not sacrificing your body for nine months, neither are you sacrificing your life... your career,"

"What is it you wanted to do then?" Pete asked, somewhat bitterly. Taylor chuckled darkly. "I wanted to fly. Like you and Goose." She fingered her lofa. "S'not like that can happen anymore," She mumbled.

Carole had booked her in for a checkup as soon as they found out. Unfortunately, she couldn't drive, and Goose didn't want Taylor on Pete's bike, so he drove her over. It was... tense, for lack of better words.

Taylor fiddled with her watch the whole time as Goose drove stiffly and silently.

Once at the hospital, Taylor was ushered into a sonogram room. Pete on her left, Goose on her right. Neither spoke to one another. "I don't want this baby to be the reason you two fall out. You work together, for god's sake." She hissed.

"Mrs Bradshaw?"

Taylor smiled at the nurse. "It's not Mrs... Just Miss." She smiled. The nurse visibly hesitated. "I'm sorry, I assumed you were married," Taylor thought quickly. "Oh, I am. I just haven't gotten around to changing it yet." She quickly swapped her mother's engagement ring from her right hand to her left. She flashed it. "Still riding on the honeymoon phase," She lied easily.

The nurse chuckled as she sat. "Ah, I remember my honeymoon phase," She grabbed some utensils from the cabinet. "So, which ones dad?"

Taylor pointed. "That's dad, and that's my brother," She smiled. "Or, the taxi service," Goose chuckled. She twisted her head to smile at him. He rolled his eyes playfully but smiled back.

Taylor felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. He was back.

"So, looking at your results, I would say you're around two months, maybe 9 weeks. We should, fingers crossed, be able to hear baby's heart." She smiled. Taylor's eyes widened. "So soon? But I only took the test a week ago!"

The nurse smiled again. "Well, before a woman even suspects she's carrying, it'll be four weeks along. Most don't even suspect until six or seven weeks at best." She cleared her throat. "And sometimes after... the first time, her cycles can be off kilter by a few weeks..."

Taylor side-eyed Pete for a brief moment.

"Right. Um... you can either close your eyes or leave the room momentarily. I have to insert this into Miss Bradshaw's-" The nurse began.

"Nope! We're leaving!"

Taylor giggled as the two "men" rushed out of the room, covering their eyes. The nurse laughed as well. "Happens every time," She said. "Now, it'll be cold. So fair warning," Taylor nodded and gazed up to the ceiling as the... thing... was inserted. She gasped sharply. "I know, I'm sorry. It is very cold."

She placed a blanket over Taylor's legs and called her brother and... baby dad(?) back in. "This is usually the part parents love the most," The nurse smiled. Taylor shut her eyes, begging her to hurry up.

But then-

A quiet, very quiet, whooshing.

Taylor frowned and craned her head to the monitor. "What is that?" She asked. The nurse smiled softly. "It's your baby's heart. Very strong, and very healthy," Taylor's mouth fell open. She listened in awe, as the tiny, cluster of cells, began beating. She turned to Pete, smiling as he grabbed her hand.

She laughed quietly at Goose's awestruck face. "I wish we did this with Bradley!" He gushed. Taylor's cheeks began to hurt with the grin, but she didn't care. She turned to look back at Pete, who had dropped her hand.

Taylor's smile faded.