? ンユヤ? ? ンユᆬ? ンユᄀ? ? ンユ゚ ? ンユᅠ ? ンユヨ? ンユᄀ ? ンユメ? ンユン? ンユᆪ ? ンユル? ンユ゚ ? ンユル? ? ンユヨ? ンユユ? ? ンユᆬ ? ンユᆭ? ンユル ? ンユᅠ ? ンユル? ? ンユレ? ンユᄀ? ンユヨ? ンユᄂ? ンユᆪ? ? ンユラ ℙ? ンユᆬ?.
"ɪ ꜱᴡᴜɴɢ ʙʏ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍʀꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀɪɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ,"


Taylor's bump grew as the days passed. She hit her final month of the second trimester around the time Carole moved in with Goose in San Diego. Taylor, obviously, moved in with Mav.

Despite not liking him much, he was still the father of her unborn baby, and he deserved to be in the baby's life just as much as she did.

He also had a thing for this... Charlotte. Taylor meet her when she was three months along. Either Pete hadn't told her about their marriage or she didn't care, for she was round most evenings.

Taylor would often go for a stroll on the beach or hang out in the bar with the other aviators. A small part of her was... gleeful that Pete had a thing against Tom. She knew it irked him, so Taylor went out of her way to act over-friendly with him whenever Pete was around.

Goose noticed as well.

"Taylor, are you sure you wanna be doing this?" He asked one night. Carole was bathing Bradley upstairs, which left the siblings to chat. "Wanna be doing what?" She asked. "Chatting with Kazansky. He and Mav don't really get along," Goose said over his beer. Taylor shrugged as she sipped her small glass of wine. "I don't really care. We're only married to avoid problems with the baby." She took another sip. "I've no doubt we'll divorce before she's even in school,"

Goose sighed loudly. "He's still with Charlie then?"

"Yup," Taylor took another sip. Goose eyed it nervously. "Are you sure you should be drinking?" She sighed softly. "This is my only drink, and it's only a little anyway." Goose made a face. She glanced at the clock with another sigh. "Well, hopefully, she's left by now. So I'm gonna go to bed,"

"You can stay here if you want, sweetie," Carole spoke from the doorway. Taylor puffed. "I would but I haven't got any clothes. Plus he'll wanna know where the incubator is, so I best be going," Taylor spat. "Tay, he doesn't see you as an incubator," Goose sighed. "I kinda am though. If it weren't for baby girl, we wouldn't be together," She rubbed her eyes.

Carole tutted. "Well, you're always welcome if you ever wanna stay,"
Taylor yawned. "Thanks, Care,"

It was a few mornings later when everything went wrong. Taylor woke up alone, as per usual. She'd gotten herself breakfast, wincing at the slight discomfort in her stomach. Carole had assured her it was normal, and that her body was just adapting for her upcoming arrival.

But it felt... different.

She sat down on the sofa, sighing through her lips as she flicked through some tv channels. She stretched slightly at the small flash of discomfort again. If it kept going, she'd ring the doctor and ask.

But then the doorbell rang. Taylor groaned loudly as she hauled herself upright. She peeked through the door hole. "Who is it?" She called. "It's Tom. I've got something of yours," Taylor frowned. She put her bowl down and unbolted the front door, opening it wide. "You left it at the bar last night," Tom smiled, handing Taylor her woolly cardigan.

"Oh, I was looking for that! Thanks, Tom,"

He stood in the doorway awkwardly. She tapped the doorframe with her nails. "Um... I've just brewed the pot for some tea. Do you wanna come in for one?" She asked. Tom hesitated slightly. "It needs drinking," She continued with a smile. "Sure, ok." She let him in and shut the door behind him.

He took a seat on one of the bar stools, looking around. "It's not something I'd picture Maverick living in," Taylor snorted. "That's because I live here. That's why it has life," She laughed. She flinched at another flash of discomfort.

"Hey, you ok?" Tom asked. She looked at him. She was about to say yes, I'm fine.
But instead, she put her cup down. "Can you do me a favour?"

Pete.

He grumbled as he unlocked his front door. Why the hell was Ice's car out front? The house was quiet aside from the radio playing faintly. He pressed the answering machine as he flicked through his mail.

Hi Maverick.
It's Ice here. I swung by earlier to drop off something your Mrs left at the bar, but she was having small pains. I took her to the doctor to get everything checked over.
If we're not back before you, we're at the Mat unit in San Diego hospital.

Mav immediately rang the hospital. After several questions to prove it was him, he was finally put through to the nurse in charge of Taylor's care.

"Ah, Mr Mitchell. I presume this is about your wife?" He rolled his eyes. "Yes. I had a message saying she'd been having pains, I just wanted to check everything was ok?" He said. The nurse made a sound. "Ah yes. She and the baby are fine. She was experiencing Braxton hicks, a completely normal thing." Maverick sighed. "So she's coming home?" He asked. The nurse tutted. "Yes. Her companion is filling out the papers." He wrinkled his nose. "Oh, before you go, Mr Mitchell,"

"Yes?" He asked. "Your baby kicked for the first time today as well. I do not know if Mrs Mitchell was aware of this, what with the Braxton hicks and all, but if she feels a movement or fluttering this evening, it will be the baby,"

He hung up the call quietly, processing everything.

Around ten minutes later, Taylor came in, beaming. "Oh, Pete! The baby! She kicked today!"

So she knew. He felt his face grow into a smile. "Really?" He asked. She nodded, grinning. "Oh! I'm so happy!" She said, walking off down the hall. Pete shook his head quietly, settling his face into a cold stare as Ice walked in, carrying a small bag.

"Here you go, Maverick. Her stuff she took," Ice said as he stepped back out. "Ice," He called. He followed him out, shutting the door behind. "Why? Why did you do this today?" He asked. Ice frowned. "Because she needed taking?" Pete shook his head. "No. Why Taylor? You haven't done it for anyone else," He looked him up and down. Ice crossed his arms. "There's no other expecting ladies here,"

He turned, walking off again. Maverick sighed heavily with an eye roll. "Hey Ice," He called again. Ice turned with a glare. "What?" He spat. Pete swallowed his pride. "Thank you... for taking her," He grumbled. Ice's face morphed into a smile. "No problem." It twisted into a smirk. "I'll be back for compensation soon,"

Pete rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, at least I'm still the better pilot,"