Chapter 9:-
Kasey and his boys left in the pick up truck they'd arrived in, they needed to get Sean patched up, but no hospital for him, though – too many questions nobody wanted to give the answers to! But they knew a good doctor who'd help them – he'd be ok.
Kasey hugged Matty goodbye and nodded to Taylor, Taylor nodded his thanks back.
Nicky Fingers stayed behind at Teddy's club and called for the cleaners to come in. Theresa had also chosen this moment to make her presence known. She was howling and screaming blue murder when she saw Teddy dead with two bullet holes in his forehead. Nicky grabbed hold of the screaming woman and pointed his gun in her face, he told her to shut up and sit down or she would be joining her husband. She did as she was told.
Taylor climbed into the back of Ransom's car with Rachel still cradled in his arms. Matty shut the door after him and climbed into the front seat next to Ransom and they set off at break neck speed to the nearest hospital.
Taylor was whispering to Rachel in the back, kissing her, willing her to open her eyes, his tears falling on her face, "Baby, wake up. Baby, please wake up. I love you. Baby, I came for you, I got you back. Baby, please…."
Matty's heart broke, listening to Taylor and not knowing if she was ok.
"Taylor?" Rachel's voice was barely a whisper, but they all heard it. "Taylor, Baby!" Taylor opened his eyes and looked at her. She put her hand to his cheek and he bent down to kiss her. "You ok, Baby?" She asked him.
"I am, now," he whispered.
Ransom pulled up in front of the hospitals A & E department and Matty helped Taylor get out of the car, Rachel still in his arms. Ransom said he'd be back; he was going to get Benny and meet them back here.
Taylor and Matty took Rachel inside. Taylor still held her tight in his arms. Matty checked her in and a doctor came out to assess her, he saw she was pregnant and obviously in pain. He took them to a cubicle out off the main corridor.
"Can you tell me how far along you are?" he asked.
"I'm six months," she said. "Is everything ok, with the baby?"
"Well, I'll do a few checks and we'll get a scan done." The doctor turned to Taylor, "What happened to her?"
"She fell over," he knew he didn't sound very convincing, but he was so worried he couldn't even lie.
"It was my fault," Matty said. "I came through the door and I didn't see her. And I kinda knocked her over." He tried to look like it was his fault, he felt like it was, anyway.
"Ok, then." The doctor did the normal things, checked her pulse, temperature, blood pressure; he checked the baby's heartbeat, he palpated her tummy and felt which way the baby lay – as far as he could tell everything was ok, she wasn't bleeding and that was the main thing. He offered her some mild pain-killers and told her he was going to keep her in for the night, just for observation. He said he was going to arrange for her to have a scan to make sure all was fine.
Taylor sat on the side of the bed, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again, EVER!"
"He is dead this time, isn't he?" she whispered, and they both nodded. "Thank God!"
Matty stood by the door, "I'm just going to ring Innez, she'll be worried sick. I'll five minutes, ok?"
Rachel and Taylor nodded, "tell her to come. I want her here, ok?" Matty nodded and left to use the phone.
Taylor scooped her up against his body, his hand flat on her belly, "seems to be moving around a lot as usual." He smiled.
The doctor entered the room, pulling a portable scanning unit into the room. "So, I guess you're the proud father-to-be then?" he asked Taylor.
"Yes, he is," Rachel said as Taylor stood up, she held onto his hand.
"And the other guy is?" the doctor asked.
'Doctor's always ask questions, even when they don't need to,' she thought. "He's my brother."
Taylor agreed, Matty was definitely her brother.
"Ok, then. Let's get this show on the road," the doctor said. Rachel smiled at his humor. Then he squeezed the cold gel on her tummy, and she stopped smiling.
Matty walked back into the room just as he switched it on. Taylor and Rachel's baby came into view on the screen. The doctor checked measurements, stats and declared all seemed ok. The three of them watched in awe as the doctor pointed out all the various bits; arms and hands, the baby looked like it was sucking it's thumb; legs, toes, spine, face. "I can even tell you what sex it is from here. If you want to know?"
Rachel and Taylor both nodded. "Yes," Rachel whispered.
"Alrighty, it's a boy," and he pointed out the boy bits. They all laughed. "Ok, right. I'm going to get a nurse to check you every hour, but I think your fine, probably just shock from falling. I want you to get plenty of fluid down you and lots of rest. I'll call back to see you in the morning, and we'll see about letting you go home. Bye for now." Taylor and Matty both shook his hand.
As the doctor walked out the room, Innez arrived, looking as though she hadn't slept for weeks and had been crying all night. "And no wild parties!" the doctor said. Innez looked at the doctor and smiled.
She went over to Rachel's bed and sat on the edge, "you ok, hon."
"I think so; my knight in shining armor rescued me and I just found out the baby's a boy!" she smiled, still uncomfortable but the painkillers were starting to kick in.
"So, she's ok then, my little dumpling," everyone turned round to see Benny stood in the doorway, and Ransom right behind him. "Not staying honey, just wanted to make sure you're ok?"
"Uncle Benny," she said, as Benny kissed down to kiss her cheek. "I'm fine. Tired, but fine."
"You want anything, let me know, ok?" he said. "Right you lot clear out and let her rest." Benny shooed everyone out after they kissed her one by one.
Taylor stayed, sitting in the chair beside her bed, their hands locked together. "I love you," she whispered. She yawned and her eyes went heavy, eventually closing.
"I love you, too, Baby." He whispered to her, as she slept.
Taylor must have dozed off, because he was woken up by bright sunshine flooding in through the window. He turned to look at Rachel, but the bed was empty. He jumped up and shouted her name, fearing the worst. But she came out of the bathroom, and went over to him. "Baby, I went to the toilet." She smiled at him and he shook his head at himself.
Just as he was about to say something else, the doctor walked in, "how are you this morning, Miss Deserve?"
"A lot better, thanks," she replied.
"Well, the nurses say your checks were ok all night, and I think if your happy, then we might as well let you go home," he said reading through her notes. "But if you feel unwell at any time, feel free come back."
"Am I ok to fly? Only we live in LA, we're only here visiting," she desperately wanted to go home and get into her own bed and curl up with Taylor.
"Well, I think so, everything does seem ok, I'll give you a note that allows you to fly under doctor's permission." He signed a form and handed it to her. "Ok, you're officially declared fit to leave." Taylor thanked him, "Oh I nearly forgot to give you these, ok, bye then." And he was gone.
Rachel opened the envelope and inside was several photos of the scan; she smiled and passed them to Taylor. He looked at them and put them safely in his pocket. "Ok, better get dressed. You gonna phone Matty or someone to pick us up?"
"Yeah, I will in a minute." And he watched her pull the blind around the bed so she could get dressed.
"You gonna watch?" she said, smiling.
"Yeah," he said, sitting on the bed. She stood in front of him, as he untied the back her robe and let it slip to the floor. He turned her around to face him, and his face fell, on the left side of her pregnant tummy was a big purple bruise where Teddy and pushed her with the gun. He bent his head and kissed it gently. "No one will ever hurt you again, I promise."
She tilted his head up to hers, "I know," she kissed him, enjoying the feeling of his full, soft lips on hers. His hands slipped around her, caressing her naked skin. "Not here baby. Let's go home." Taylor nodded. He helped her dress and went to phone Matty to pick them up.
Later on, Jackson Delaney agreed to fly them back to LA, in his private plane. He couldn't refuse his daughter, Innez, or Rachel that request.
Matty came back to the apartment briefly, to pack a few clothes. He had decided to stay with Innez for a few days, to give Taylor and Rachel some space. Rachel told him not to go, she wanted him where she could see him. But Matty was sure; he wanted to be with Innez as much as Taylor and Rachel wanted to be together, and now was the time to do it. And like he said, they'd be moving into the opposite apartment soon anyway.
They all said goodbye, and Matty left with Innez. Taylor made Rachel something to eat and they sat on the couch eating pasta. "You look exhausted Rachel," he said when she finished eating. "Maybe you should have a lie down. The doctor told you to get plenty of rest."
Something about the way he looked at her lead her to believe sleeping was the last thing Taylor had on his mind! But she played along, wanting him to make love to her, to hold her naked body against his, to know everything was going to be ok again.
She stood up, and took his hand. He stood up and let her lead him to their bedroom. He closed the door behind him, but didn't put the light on, he didn't want to that bruise again.
Rachel stood in front of him, and pulled his grey sweater over his head, standing on tiptoes to reach. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, slipping his bare feet out of them. It took seconds for his cock to engorge. Rachel was wearing his old baseball jersey and a pair of boy-shorts; they soon joined his clothes on the floor.
He kissed her, tasting her mouth, his tongue played with hers. His hands caressed every inch of her, feeling the soft skin of her breasts, the firmness of her belly, the fullness of her butt, the wet readiness between her legs. His cock ached to be inside her, to make love to her. He gently laid her down on the bed and lay beside her, her soft, cool hands on his chest, playing with his nipples, his mouth never left hers as he lay back and she straddled his hips.
His hard, throbbing length slid easily into her, as she began to rock back and forth, feeling the shaft inside her. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he held onto her hips, driving it deeper into her. She kissed a trail down his neck and onto his chest, biting at his nipples gently, and kissed all the way back up, nipping his earlobe. "Fuck me, Taylor. Fuck me, make me come." She whispered in his ear.
Taylor grasped her hips and fucked her from below, grinding her clit down on to him, angling her body so the tip of his cock rubbed her g-spot. Their orgasms hit together, as he filled her with come and her pussy gripped his cock.
She collapsed out of breath against his chest, and he held her tight. He whispered in her ear, "Rachel, will you marry me?"
6 Months Later:-
Taylor awoke when he heard a noise. He jumped out of bed and stood for a second, trying to work out where it came from. "Taylor," Rachel yawned sleepily. "It's ok honey." And she went to get out of bed.
Taylor shook his head, "I'll go, you stay in bed." And she gratefully pulled the covers back over her.
Taylor walked across the hallway and into his son's nursery. Ethan Reese was just beginning to scream, when he felt familiar hands lift him up and cradle him. He settled down and yawned a tiny baby yawn and fell back to sleep. Taylor walked to the window and stood looking out over the lights of LA, his wedding ring glinted in the moonlight, cradling his baby son in his big arms, promising him a better life than the one he'd had.
Taylor Reese felt like the richest man in the world. His wife and his son were all he'd ever wanted.
The End