I decided for this chapter that I would do it from Taylor's POV, when you read it you'll realize why. This chapter is probably not how to you saw my story going but I promise you there is a method to my madness. Thanks for all the reviews. Now on with the story.

Chapter 4

Taylor wasn't sure how her life had come to be this way. Her dream had always been to live in Paris. Living in Newport and writing for the local paper was not on her list of things to do with her life. Also add in her secret that she kept hidden from everyone but her mother. Then there was falling in love with Ryan Atwood, but here she was standing in the middle of her new house realizing that her feelings for him were still exactly the same as they had been all those years ago, nothing had changed. Although Taylor knew living with Ryan wouldn't help those feelings but it just wasn't something she could pass up.

It'd been two days since they had moved in together and still Taylor kept a secret hidden from him. It wasn't something small that she just pop up in a light conversation. It was something she had to sit down and talk to him about, whenever that would be.

Taylor sat down on the new couch and called her mother. "I was wondering when you would call. It's time you get this thing out of my house." Veronica didn't even say hello to Taylor which didn't surprise her. Taylor's stomach clenched up at the thought of her mother being mean to one thing that mean more to her than anything in her life.

"Mom, she has a nanny. I'm sure Bella isn't causing that much trouble." Taylor knew her mother was getting fed up with her daughter, she just wasn't ready to tell Ryan. It's not that she was ashamed of her daughter, their daughter, she just knew that after all these years of not telling him would make him mad at her. That was the last thing Taylor wanted. It was inevitable though, Ryan would find out about Bella somehow because the little girl couldn't keep staying with Veronica.

Asking Ryan to move in with her was not part of the plan she had for telling him about Bella. This was going to make things worse.

"You haven't told him yet, have you?" Taylor could sense her mother's brow furrowing at her through the phone. "No, mom. What am I supposed to say 'hey Ryan by the way I've been lying to you for the past four and a half years, you have a daughter.'" Just as she spoke those words Taylor felt a presence in the room. She couldn't look because the only person that would be in her living room would be Ryan.

"What did you just say?" Yes, it was Ryan alright. Taylor still couldn't look up. She was in shock as she closed her cell phone in the middle of her conversation with her mother.

Taylor stared down at her toes as he kept asking her the same question. Avoiding the question would get her nowhere but it was the only thing she could think of doing right then. She wasn't ready, she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready. She got herself into this mess though.

She shouldn't have asked him to get a place with her, then maybe she could have kept the little girl away from Ryan. Ryan had too much in his life to accomplish to worry about them.

"Taylor!" Ryan walked over to the couch and sat next to her as he pulled her chin over to look at him. Taylor tried everything to not look into his eyes because she knew as soon as she looked into them she'd be caught and she'd confess everything to him. But it was now or never, of course Taylor would have chosen the never part.

"Her name is Bella, she has your eyes and hair." It was all she could manage to say through the tears that were now escaping from her eyes.

Truth was Bella was everything like Ryan, she just didn't have his eyes and hair she had every one of his features. Looking at the little girl you wouldn't even know that Taylor was her mother.

"So, you're telling me after all these years and these past two weeks let alone these past few days we've lived together, you never found the need to tell me that I had a daughter?" He looked hurt, but she could understand that. She had kept the most amazing little being away from him. Most importantly though she kept that same amazing little girl away from her father.

Taylor knew she would have given anything to have her father in her life growing up, so she wasn't sure why she was doing this to her daughter.

Many nights she would sit by the phone wishing she could just pick it up and dial Ryan's number but it never happened, then she decided that it was best that he never knew. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but it would hurt Bella.

Taylor was about to explain when suddenly Ryan shot up from the couch and out the front door slamming it behind him. Taylor sat there crushed, knowing she had just hurt the man she was still madly in love with. Taylor wanted to go after him but her body just wouldn't allow it. She sat there crying in her hands for what felt like hours before she dried her tears and grabbed her keys. She was going to make this better.

Taylor walked into the front door of her mother's mansion glad that she had composed herself before leaving the house because suddenly she was rushed up to by her little girl. "Mommy! I missed you!" The little girl cried latching onto Taylor's legs.

"Hey sweetie, Mommy missed you too." Taylor said crouching down to be at eye level with the blue eyed girl. "Veronica said that you're taking me home with you." The little girl beamed. Taylor's mother refused to let Bella call her grandma, she was far too young to be a grandma.

"Yeah, Bella what do you say about meeting your daddy?" Taylor knew that all Bella wanted anymore was a daddy.

When they lived in France, Taylor always told her that it wasn't possible for Bella to meet her daddy because he lived too far but now here she was in the same town as him and she was still wanting to avoid this. Bella's eyes grew wide as she hugged at Taylor's neck almost knocking Taylor down.

"Finally! Taylor you took far too long. I had Bella's nanny pack up her things for you. Then I took the liberty of firing that woman. Hoping that you would get the hint because obviously I am not watching that thing." Veronica never changed. Taylor was starting to realize that her mother would never change. "Thanks" Taylor whispered grabbing the bags that Veronica had pointed out to her.

"Mommy, mommy!" Bella tried to get Taylor's attention as they headed out to Taylor's car. "What is it Bella?" Taylor was almost at a breaking point, she was almost to tears again.

"What's wrong mommy?" Bella stopped in her tracks as she stared at her mother. "Nothing. Come on, he's waiting." Taylor tried putting on a smile as she lied to her daughter.