Chapter 9: Taylor's Child

Taylor winced in pain when she felt a contraction hit. "This can't be happening not now," she mumbled. She got up from bed and she thought about getting up. "No, I can do this on my own," she muttered. She grabbed her bag and she called for a taxi to come and get her. She was determined to do this on her own.

(Silver Hills Hospital)

Taylor was sitting in her room playing with her necklace when a nurse came in. "Morning, Taylor," she greeted. Taylor sat back with a sigh.

"Great a grinning like a moron nurse," she thought.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse asked.

"Like I'm giving birth."

The nurse smiled and checked her. "You're two centimeters," she informed. Taylor laid back with a sigh. "I'll be back in a little while to check on you again," she informed. Taylor rolled her eyes and sat back. She winced in pain when another contraction hit her hard.

"Oh God this hurts," she hissed.

Taylor bit her lip to stop herself from screaming in pain. However, with every contraction that hit her, she started to feel the fear well up inside. "I can't do this…not on my own," she whispered. She looked up when the doctor came in. "I need you to do me a favor," she informed.

"What is it?" The doctor asked.

"I'm going to give you a number and I want you to call it. A guy named Cole or his wife, Alyssa, will pick them up. Tell them that I'm here and I need them," Taylor instructed.

The doctor nodded and Taylor gave her a number to call. She leaned back against the pillow and held her stomach.

(Fifteen Minutes Later)

Alyssa was the first to come into the room. "Taylor! Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm just giving birth," Taylor mumbled.

Cole walked in behind Alyssa and held Taylor's hand. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Like I'm about to blow up," she replied.

Alyssa laughed and she sat next to her. "We're here for you Tay," she assured her. Taylor nodded her head slowly and she squeezed Cole's hand as hard as she could when a contraction hit.

(Hours Later)

Taylor shook her head slightly and she bit her lip when the contractions were coming harder and faster. "I can't do this, Alyssa," she told her. Alyssa looked up. "I can't be a mother. I'm a former Air Force pilot, I have no idea what to do when it comes to kids," she insisted.

"We'll help you, Taylor," Alyssa assured her.

Taylor shook her head and she held onto Eric's ring. "I know this is scary. I was so scared when Elizabeth that I was panicking," Alyssa told her. Taylor remembered that.

"But then your dad went in," Taylor commented.

Alyssa nodded. "There's a difference between this birth and when Elizabeth was born. Your father's alive, mine died years ago," Taylor answered. Taylor felt the hardest contraction hit her with full force.

"Cole and I are here for you, we won't let anything happen," Alyssa assured her.

"You can't promise that," Taylor hissed.

"We won't let it happen," Cole put in.

"You two can't promise that nothing will ever happen to me or my baby," Taylor told them.

"If you let us help you we won't let it happen," Alyssa answered.

Taylor was about to answer, but she sat up instead. "Okay, this is it," she informed. Alyssa looked at Cole.

"Go find her doctor," she told him.

Cole nodded and went to find the doctor. Taylor gasped and held onto Alyssa's hand. "I need to push," she told her.

"Just hang on until the doctor comes in," Alyssa answered.

The doctor came in just as those words left Alyssa's mouth. "Okay, Taylor, you have to do exactly as I tell you and everything will be okay," she instructed. Taylor nodded her head slowly. "On the count of three, you have to push," she instructed.

"Got it," Taylor answered.

"Ready. One…two…three…push," the doctor instructed.

Taylor pushed as hard as she could, but she didn't scream. "Yes, push, good Taylor," the doctor encouraged. Taylor kept pushing and the doctor nodded. "Good, good, good, I can see it. I can see the top of it's head. Just one more," she informed. Taylor nodded and used the rest of her strength to give that one last push. She fell back against Cole's arm gasping for air. The doctor smiled. "It's a boy," she announced. Taylor felt like her world stopped when those words left the doctor's mouth.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes, it's a beautiful, healthy baby boy," the doctor replied.

"No! Not a boy! I didn't want a boy!" Her mind shouted.

Cole got up from Taylor's side and took the baby into his arms. He walked over to Taylor and placed the infant into Taylor's arms. Taylor held the baby in her arms and tears pressed against her eyes when she looked into her son's face for the first time. "He looks like Eric," she sobbed. Cole wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Alyssa wrapped her arm around her waist while pressing her forehead against the side of Taylor's head.

Later on that afternoon, Taylor was sitting up in her hospital room holding her son in her arms. She bit her lip as she stroked his face. "You've caused me a lot of trouble, kid," she commented. The infant just kept on sleeping and Taylor let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know what to name you yet, but I promise you that I'll be the best mother as I can be. It's just you and me, kid, just you and me," she added.

That evening, Taylor had finished the dinner they gave her and she walked down the hall towards the nursery. She stood in front of the window and she could point out her baby's crib, his was the only one that didn't have a name over it. She bit her lip and placed her hand on the window, looking at her baby. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked at him, seeing that he looked like Eric and it shattered her heart. Taylor looked up when a nurse came by. "Miss," she called out.

"Yes?" The nurse answered.

"Um, can I have my baby brought to my room please?" She asked.

"Yes, of course."

Taylor nodded went back to her room.

Taylor took her son back into her arms and she looked up at the nurse. "Nurse," she called out again.

"Yes," she answered.

"I have decided what to name my baby," Taylor informed.

"What would his name be?" She asked.

Taylor looked down at her son with a smile and held his tiny hand. "Tristen…Tristen Marshall Myers, after my father and after his father's father," she informed.