*short, I'm sorry*
? ンユメ? ンユン? ンユᆪ ? ンユメ? ンユン? ? ンユᄀ? ンユᆪ? ? ンユル? ンユ゚ ? ンユヨ? ンユᄂ ? ンユラ ? ンユᅠ? ンユᄂ? ? ンユヨ? ンユヤ? ンユヨ? ? ンユヨ?.
? ンユル? ? ンユレ? ンユᄂ ? ンユヨ? ? ンユᆪ? ンユメ? ンユレ? ンユリ ? ンユᅠ? ンユ゚? ? ンユレ? ンユル ? ンユメ? ンユヨ? ンユレ? ンユワ ? ンユ゚? ? ンユン? ンユヨ?.
"? ンムメ ? ンメᄊ? ? ンメᄑ?ᅡᅠ? ンメᄅ? ンメᄡ ? ンムメ? ンモネ? ンモテ ? ンモテ ? ンモホ ? ンムワ? ンモテ? ンモヌ!"
"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ!"
Taylor sniffled as she pulled on her cardigan. Two weeks ago, her beloved brother had died. She didn't have time to greive. Carole and Bradley needed her. They'd lost more.
He'd never get to see her daughter grow up, or hold her.
Taylor hadn't left the house since she found out. She'd esentially hidden away from the world, unable to fathom a place where her brothers loud laughter defened her. She wore his old jumpers, savouring the soft scent, unwilling to wash it away.
Pete had been hit hard as well.
Not only was Taylor trying to keep herself from sinking, she was trying to keep Pete afloat as well, despite him not wanting her help. He would shout at her to stay out of his business and storm out to the bar, stumbling back in several hours later.
Taylor moved to the couch, unable to share a room with him duruing those nights.
She was making herself breakfast one morning, long after Pete had left, (where to, she didn't care) when the doorbell rang. She scrubbed her eyes, hoping to rid some of the redness from her crying earlier in the day. She opened it, pulling her carigdan tighter around her body.
"Oh... is Maverick here?" The guy in military uniform asked. Taylor shook her head. "No, he left ages ago. I can take a message for you though," She looked him over. "Oh, it's nothing like that. I'm Commander Metcalf, but you can just call me Mike," Taylor smiled. "What can I do for you, Mike?" She leant against the doorframe. "I... I wanted to come by and give my sincere apologies for what happened to Goose,"
Taylor sighed softly. "I appreciate it, Mike." She rested a hand on her thirty-one week bump. "How far along are you?" Mike asked softly. "Just over seven months," She rubbed it gently. "I didn't even know you and Pete were expecting," He contiued. Taylor shrugged a shoulder slightly. "It was a bit of a surprise,"
Mike nodded. "It's a shame he's being deployed in a week,"
Taylor blinked. "I'm sorry? Being deployed?" She frowned. "I thought he was suspended," She said. "Oh, he'll be cleared. And yes, he didn't say?" Mike frowned. Taylor bit the inside of her cheek. "Nope. He did not." She sighed. "How long is the deployment?"
"Nine weeks," Mike asnwered. "But he'll miss the due date!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I can't control that." She huffed angrily. "Thank you, for telling me, Mike." She spoke. Mike smiled thinly. "No problem. I'll uh... I'll take my leave now,"
"Pete, how could you not tell me you were being deployed!?" Taylor snapped. Pete rolled his eyes as he took another swig of his beer. "Who knows if I'm even going anymore! I'll probably get fired before then," He spat. Taylor rolled her eyes. "You know it was an accident! Even Mike said you'll be cleared!" She shouted. Pete frowned. "Mike? What was Viper doing here?" He asked.
Taylor sighed as she paced. "He came to give condolonces but you weren't in. And thats how I find out you're being deployed for over two months," She scratched her eyebrow. "What would it have done, even if I said?"
Taylor rolled her eyes. "Oh I dunno, kept me in the loop? Seeing as before you get back, I'll be popping out your kid!" She dropped onto the couch. "I wish Goose was still here," She mumbled, tears pricking at her eyes. "Yeah, well, he's not." Pete spat.
Taylor's eyes widened.
"What did you say?" She whispered. "Goose. Isn't. Here!"
Taylor shuddered in anger. "I can't believe you!" She yelled. "You can't believe me?" Pete yelled. "How do you think I feel?" He shouted. Taylor's eyes watered. "Goose was the only one in my corner!" She cried. "You're not the only one who's lost him, Taylor!" Pete screamed.
Taylor's chest heaved. "You're right," She nodded, not bothering to wipe her tears away. She grabbed her purse. "Where are you going?" Pete asked, sighing. "I do not have to take this kind of verbal abuse from you," She spat. "You're not leaving," He spat, putting his arm across the doorway.
Taylor narrowed her eyes. She shoved it off. "I really, with all my heart, wish I never said I do,"
She rushed out to her car and pulled out of the drive, ignoring Pete's shouts and screams from the house.
