Tayvis: Twists of Fate

Chapter-17 : Do I deserve it all?

The next morning, Andrea and Taylor's brother, Austin, rushed to the hospital. As they arrived, Andrea immediately approached Donna and Travis, thanking them for staying with Taylor throughout the night.

"Thank you so much for taking care of her," Andrea said, her voice trembling with gratitude.

Donna nodded, her face filled with empathy. "The baby didn't make it," she said softly.

Andrea's eyes widened in shock. "Baby? I don't even know if Taylor knew she was pregnant."

Donna and Travis exchanged glances, their hearts heavy with sorrow for Taylor. Donna turned to Travis. "Come on, Travis. Let's go home. Andrea is here now to take care of Taylor."

Travis hesitated, his eyes fixed on Taylor's unconscious form. "I want to see her wake up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have the right to be here," Donna reminded him gently. "Not after everything."

Reluctantly, Travis nodded and followed Donna out of the hospital. At home, he stepped into the shower, the hot water mixing with his tears as he cried. "I did wrong to Taylor," he whispered to himself, the guilt consuming him.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Taylor began to regain consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Andrea sitting beside her, a mix of relief and frustration on her face.

"Taylor, what were you thinking?" Andrea scolded, her voice breaking with emotion. "Didn't you think about your baby even once? Your mistake cost your baby's life!"

Taylor's eyes widened in confusion. "My baby? Whose baby?" she asked, her voice weak and disoriented.

Andrea took a deep breath, struggling to keep her composure. "Yes, Taylor. You were pregnant. Didn't you realize all the morning sickness and mood swings you had recently were because of the baby?"

The reality of the situation hit Taylor like a ton of bricks. She sat up slowly, her mind racing as she pieced together the last few weeks. The nausea, the emotional highs and lows—it all made sense now.

"Oh my God," Taylor whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "I didn't know. I didn't know I was pregnant."

Andrea's stern expression softened as she saw the pain and shock in Taylor's eyes. She reached out and held Taylor's hand. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. I didn't mean to be harsh. I'm just so scared for you."

Taylor nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I... I can't believe it. I lost my baby, Mom."

As Taylor lay in her hospital bed, her mind drifted back to Joe and the moments they shared. She remembered his words, the conversations they had about starting a family. "I'm just not ready for that yet," he had said, looking almost apologetic. At the time, she believed he needed more time, and she was willing to wait. Now, she realized he had never intended to have a family with her.

Her thoughts wandered to the last time they made love. Joe had been rough with her in a way he never had before. He spanked her until she turned red, and he was harder and more demanding than ever. Taylor had thought it was because he missed her. Now, she understood it was because he missed Betty. The realization cut through her like a knife.

Andrea, noticing Taylor's distress, tried to comfort her. "Taylor, it's time to go home," she said gently.

Taylor nodded, but her eyes were vacant. She allowed Andrea to help her into the car and drive her home. Once there, Taylor sank into the couch, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

Andrea sat beside her, her heart breaking for her daughter. "Taylor, do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

Taylor shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "I can't stop thinking about Joe and our baby. He took everything from me, Mom. Every trace of him is gone, and I feel so empty."

Andrea hugged her tightly. "I know, sweetheart. I know. But you have to remember that you're strong. You can get through this."

Taylor sobbed into her mother's shoulder. "Why, God? Am I that bad? Did I deserve this?" she cried, her voice full of anguish.

Andrea stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "No, Taylor. You didn't deserve any of this. Sometimes bad things happen to good people, and it's not fair. But you have to hold on. You have to fight through this pain."

Taylor pulled back, looking at her mother through tear-filled eyes. "How? How do I move on from this? I feel like I can't breathe sometimes. The pain is so overwhelming."

Andrea took her hand. "It's okay to feel that way, Taylor. It's part of the healing process. But you have to promise me that you'll keep fighting. Don't let Joe's betrayal define you."

"I'll try," Taylor whispered, though her heart was still heavy with sorrow.