Another Spark - (A Taylor Squared Love Story) {Will not be adding more}

Skipping Heartbeats - Joe POV - Chapter Twenty Five

Kissing Taylor again. How does one simply describe the magic that pounces from her lips. The sad thing, though, was that she wasn't mine. And she never was going to be mine again. No matter how many times I kissed her, no matter how many sleepless nights we spent together, no matter how many times I looked her in those stary blue eyes and whispered 'I love you'. It was done. And we couldn't go back. We had no choice. All that repeted in my head was... Those lips aren't mine... And they never will be again. I couldn't claim dibbs. Someone already had.

Even if she loved me at least a little bit, which I knew was true, we couldn't turn back time.

When wolfie called me and told me that he needed me in Nashville asap and that Tay had been in an accident, I jumped on the first flight available and was there withen two hours. Maybe I didn't get to raise my daughter, but I certainly got to spend some of the best moments with her. I got to feel her move. And that feeling was the best feeling a father could ask for.

But when Taylor said he stomach hurt, everything took a turn for the worst. It wasn't a back ache or a stomach ache or even a cramp. It was something way worse. She could stand up, she didn't have enough energy, and every time she tried she would scream out in pain, and Tay wasn't one to cry infront of anyone unless something was seriously wrong. She put her hand around my neck and I lifted her bridal style while sweat dripped from her hairline and tears streamed from her gorgeous painful eyes. She tugged on me tight while I scurried out the door and into the driveway where my car sat. I got her in the seat and ran around the drivers side, putting the car in revese and flooring it. Thank god I fell asleep in sweats and a t-shirt.

We arrived at the hospital and I carried her in, she was limp and had hardly any energy now. Tay was trying not to cry but she couldn't help it with her head barried in my shoulder. As soon as the nurses spotted us, they came running with a gernie. Question started forming. "She's pregnant." I whispered to the nurse beside me as Tay curled up on her side. "Only seven months." Tay grabbed my arm as they started to roll her away, I followed close enough to hold her hand. She was squeezing so tight that she couldve cut off circulation. "Everything is going to be okay." I tried to sooth her but nothing was working. You could feel the tension a mile away. The only thing that saved her was the comfort of her curls. I was just praying no one got a good look at her face. The doctor did multiple tests on her even though she was crunched. Silent tears streaming down her face while she squeezed my hand. Our worst nightmare was coming true. Our daughter wasn't okay. Stuff was going on in there that none of us could really understand. All we knew is that we were having a baby... Now. I don't even think she realized but within the blink of an eye they were medicating her some of which would turn her numb. Slowly, it started to work and she started to lay flat. While all of this was going on, I called Mama Swift and told her to come down with anyone else she might know that should be here. I sent a text to Julianne and Ashley. They deserved to know.

Even though no one clarified anything, I knew there was a risk. There was always a risk. And with our situation, things for either of them weren't going to be easy. Tay was nervous. She didn't say so but I could feel it. The way she held my hand and how she would close her eyes, take a deep breath, and then open them again. She wasn't her normal self. Even though it scared the living daylight out of me, I put on a brave face. If she knew I was scared, it would make everything worse. Her lack of energy showed. She didn't talk much unless she had too. Her body seemed so frail in the hospital gown and bed. The sweating was at a minimum but she was still clammy. She was hooked up to an IV machiene and she actually handled it all pretty well.

"How do you feel?" She shrugged her shoulders just enough for me to notice. "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, but, not as bad as before." She whispered.