Chapter 6: My Life, My Child

Taylor walked down the hall with a portfolio in her hand when she felt the baby kicked. She placed a hand on her stomach with a small smile on her face. She looked at her wedding ring to see the light bouncing off it again. "Taylor?" A voice asked. Taylor looked up to see Wes there.

"Oh, hey, Wes," she greeted.

"Hey, I thought we had an agreement?" He asked.

Taylor looked at him confused. "Didn't we agree that'd you take your maternity leave?" He asked. Taylor placed her hand on her stomach.

"You're just determined to get rid of me aren't you?" She asked.

"What?" He asked.

"You tell me everyday to take my maternity leave and everyday I give you the same answer."

"Well this stress isn't good for the baby."

Taylor let out a small growl. "I'm getting really sick of that," she mumbled.

"Of what?" He asked.

Taylor looked at him with a glare. "The baby this, the baby that. You know what, I'm so sick and tired of people telling me on how I should carry my kid. Let's see, last time I checked, Eric is the father of my child, I don't really recall you being there," she snapped. Wes stared at her. Taylor placed her hands on her stomach. "I'm tired of people telling me what to do. This baby is mine. Not yours, not any of our other co-workers, but mine," she snapped.

"We're just thinking of what's best for you and the baby," Wes informed.

"I'll be the judge of that."

Taylor went to walk away when Wes grabbed her arm. She spun around and punched him in the jaw. "Let go of me," she hissed. Wes stumbled backwards a few steps holding his jaw. "You're not Eric," she hissed.

"No, but I am your boss," he answered.

"Actually, you're not."

Wes stared at her. "Eric was my boss. Stay away from me and don't you dare tell me how I should take care of myself or my baby," she snapped. She turned and walked away.

Taylor entered her office and sat down in her chair. She picked up a picture of her and Eric. She sat back with the picture in her hands. What Wes said to her was floating around in her head. Talking to her about the baby as if she didn't care. She did care, this was her baby. Any woman would love their child even if the father was there or not. Taylor loved her unborn baby and she would kill anyone who would try to hurt it. She felt the baby kick again and let out a frustrated sigh. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

(Flashback)

Taylor came home from the SGA with Eric behind her. "Well, talk about a boring day," she mumbled. Eric nodded and pulled his hat off his head.

"I hate it when it's just those board meetings," he agreed.
"Now you see why they're called "board meetings"," she commented.

Eric laughed and threw his hat on the counter along with his keys. Taylor removed her jacket, revealing the black tank top she was wearing underneath. She sat down on the couch and tilted her head back. Eric removed his jacket and sat next to her. "Alyssa asked me something interesting today," she commented.

"Yeah? What was that?" He asked.

"She asked me if we ever planned on having kids," she replied.

Eric sat back and looked at her with a quizzical look. "What did you tell her?" He asked. Taylor shrugged her shoulders.

"I told her that we weren't planning on painting nurseries anytime soon. That our jobs get in the way," she replied.

Eric wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Well…would you want any?" He asked. She looked up at him.

"What?" She asked.

"Kids? Would you want any kids?" He asked.

Taylor again shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Never really saw myself as the mother type," she replied. She looked up at him. "What about you?" She asked. Eric shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm a fighter, Tay, not a father," he replied.

Taylor sighed and tilted her head back. "Don't know, it's a nice thought actually," she commented.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah…even though I'd have no idea how to take care of a kid. I suppose I could ask Alyssa for help."

Eric looked down at her. "You're serious?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm serious, Eric. Just saying it'd be nice to have one," she replied.

Eric thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Yeah…it would be nice," he agreed.

(End Flashback)

Taylor opened her eyes and stood up from her chair to go outside to get some air. When she went to leave her office, she heard two women outside talking about her. "I'm telling you, Sue, there's no way she's capable of taking care of that kid at this rate," one woman commented. The woman, Sue, nodded her head in agreement.

"I wouldn't be surprised if that kid died in the first week it's born," she agreed.

Taylor came out of her office and stood behind Sue. "With all due respect ladies. I'm a capable mother. Unlike you two, I have to support this baby by myself. How about you try it once," she snapped. She then turned and walked away.

"You'll see, Myers, you think you're such a big shot because you married Eric Myers, but guess what, former lieutenant, you're an embarrassment to the SGA ask anyone," the other woman snapped.

"Carol hush," Sue hissed.

Taylor spun around to look at her. "Well, Miss Thompson, if you think I'm such a horrible person and such an embarrassment, then report me to Commander Collins," she snapped. Carol glared at her.

"I won't, because he won't listen to me. He'll listen to that bitch he calls his wife," Carol snapped.

Taylor reached back and smacked Carol hard across the face. She watched as Carol hit the floor. "Never insult Jen Collins in front of me," she hissed. Taylor took a step closer. "Both of you listen to me. Jen Collins is one of the most honorable women I have ever known. Want to talk about embarrassment, at least I'm still loyal to my husband," Taylor snapped.

"That's the worse part right there, Commander Myers is dead," Sue stated.

"He is not dead," Taylor hissed.

"You think that thing growing inside you can replace him?" Carol asked.

"My child has high standards, unlike you two. As your superior officer, I'm relieving you both of your duties," Taylor informed.

"You can't do that," Carol snapped.

"I just did," Taylor answered.