Sorry about the 'threw' 'through' mistake in the first chapter, thank you for pointing that out to me. Honest mistake. Anyway, thank you for all of your reviews on the first chapter!

Chapter 2

"So how do we do this?" Taylor Atwood placed her hand on her expanding stomach as she looked from her husband to the child that was sitting in the room next to them. She hadn't been this nervous since she found out she was having a baby. She had come to terms with the pregnancy but this was something totally different. This was taking in a seven year old girl who had just lost her parents.

"If only I knew. Are we ready for this?" Ryan hoped his wife had answers for him. If anyone it was Taylor that could take a hold of this situation but just by looking at her face he realized she was just as clueless as he was. Ryan watched as Sophie played with her dolls while watching a movie on the TV screen in the Cohen's living room.

Just being here was making Ryan feel uneasy. It just didn't feel right without them being there or without them coming home at all.

"She'll move in with us. We have that extra bedroom." Ryan glanced at his wife. He knew this was going to be just as hard for his little sister, if not harder.

"What about the house? What about their things?" Taylor asked him.

"I haven't thought that far…" He tells her.

"Maybe we should discuss this with Sophie." She nods towards the blonde 7 year old.

"Yeah, let's do that." He isn't sure if that's such a good idea either but he doesn't see this happening any other way.

"Wait, what do we say?"

"Wing it?" Truth was he had no idea how to explain this to Sophie. He never wanted to have to explain this to the little girl.

"Sophie…" Taylor waddled her way into the living room pausing in front of the couch glancing at Ryan so he would help her sit down. "Ryan…" She held out her hands. He rushed over to her and gently helped her sit on the soft couch. "Sophie, come here." Taylor patted the spot next to her for the little girl to sit next to her. Sophie sat her doll down as Ryan turned off the TV. "Ryan and I want to talk to you."

"What about?" She asked innocently. Upon hearing the news of her parents death she had chosen to ignore it. She refused to go to the funeral or have anything to do with it. Kaitlin had taken to watching her during the past week.

"Well," Ryan sat down next to Sophie. "You know how your mommy and daddy are no longer here?" He asked. She nodded. "Okay. What would you say about moving in with Taylor and I?"

"I can't do that, silly! Mommy and daddy are only on vacation, they are coming home. Plus you have a baby coming." Sophie giggled. This was going to be harder than Ryan or Taylor had thought.

"Sophie, honey your mommy and daddy aren't coming back." Taylor didn't like that she was the one to say it but she knew Ryan wouldn't be able to say it out loud.

"What do you mean?" It was like she was finally realizing what everyone meant by them not coming back.

"What Taylor means, Sophie, your parents are…they…passed away." He had no idea how he was supposed to explain this to her.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me but mommy and daddy wouldn't leave me. Would they?" She looked at her brother with hopeful eyes. Both Ryan and Taylor were at a loss of words at what to say to this little girl. They weren't prepared for this talk. "Mommy said she'd always be there for me! She didn't leave me!" Sophie screamed with tears running down her small face. She went to get up and run from them but Ryan had been quicker and grabbed her before she could leave the room. He held her close to him in his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Sophie. I'm sorry." He held her as she cried on his shoulder. No one in that small living room had dry eyes, including Ryan.

"So they aren't coming back?" She was able to ask through all of the tears coming from her eyes.

"No, they aren't coming back." Ryan confirmed for her. "But they love you very much, never forget that." He kissed her small cheek. Sophie nodded into his shoulder with tears still running out of her eyes.

Ryan looked over at his wife who was crying just as bad as the seven year old in his arms. He walked over and offered her his hand. She had been having difficulty sitting and standing up for the past week, ever since she had gone into her eighth month of pregnancy. It was a little difficult helping her up with only one hand but they managed. Once on her feet he pulled her close to him or as close as he could get her considering her stomach stopped her from getting too close to him.

"We can do this." Taylor whispered. She was right. They were Ryan and Taylor Atwood, they could do anything. Even this.

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"That's the last of it." Ryan rested his hands on his hips as the last box was taken from the Cohen's home. Taylor walked over and put her arm around her husbands waist. This had been really difficult for all of them, mostly Sophie who was with Seth and Summer while Ryan dealt with the house. He hadn't wanted this to be any harder on her than it already was.

"I love you, Ryan." Taylor told him confidently. "Seth's not happy with us right now."

"He'll get over it." Ryan said simply as he stared at the empty house in front of him. This didn't feel right at all.

"He's hurt, Ryan. His parents are gone and now his little sister is being yanked away from him."

"I know…Taylor but this was Sandy and Kirsten's choice. We can't let them down…" He tells her.

"You're right, we can't." She said as she clutched herself tighter against him.

-

"Mommy doesn't cut it like that, Taylor." Sophie pointed at the sandwich that Taylor had just made her. Peanut butter and jelly without the crusts. She hadn't specified how she wanted it cut. "She cuts it into triangles not squares." Sophie stared down at the sandwich. Taylor felt defeated. She hadn't done anything right since Sophie had come to live with them. She was trying really hard to make the girl feel comfortable.

"Can't you just eat it like that?" Taylor pleaded with her.

"Nope." She shook her head hopping down off of the stool and stalking out of the kitchen. Taylor walked over to the kitchen table. She sat down in a chair putting her head in her hands. This was becoming a lot harder than she had imagined it would be.