Double Crossed

the end

Written by:@thetorturedpoet_13       

Taylor's POV

A few days later I sat with Kylie in her hospital bed, cradling little Wyatt. She reminded me so much of Travis in her features, with her green eyes and it was the biggest honor I could ever imagine that I got to be her Auntie Taylor and hold her.

She was so tiny, so small still and yet so perfect. Travis was on a trip to the office to make sure everyone and their families were in safe accommodations since my father was still out there and Jason was getting us some snacks.

My stitches had healed by now and I had argued I could already get out of the hospital but Travis and Kylie had bribed me with newborn cuddles and who could turn that down ever? Wyatt was scrunched into the crook of my neck and I made sure to always steady her head and make sure it was upright.

I may never have become a mother to see their child alive but I had, during my first pregnancy with baby Travis read so many magazines and books, watched videos and movies of motherhood and Kylie and I had bonded throughout that.

It was so night to just close my eyes for a second and imagine what it would have been like if I hadn't had the abortion, if I hadn't gone through with it. If the bullet hadn't hit me I would have been about four months along now and in just five months I would be holding my own daughter, no, our daughter in my arms.

She and Wyatt could have grown up so close, like sisters or best friends maybe even and I would have made Travis a father. I always knew he would be amazing at it if he wanted to but watching hm concur unclehood like a pro only justified this.

He was amazing with the baby girl and I had to hold back my tears whenever he held little Wyatt in his arms, reminded of what pain I had caused the both of us. It was my fault Travis wouldn't be a dad in five months, my fault that he was uncle not daddy and my fault our little girl was now with her brother.

And then again what if I hadn't done it. I got shot and almost bled to death in the last week an even if Travis didn't know, the doctors had informed me that there had been torture that occurred towards me and after asking one of the doctors to stay quiet about it she had told me a baby wouldn't have survived that and the shot either way.

Wyatt cooed quietly and my gaze sunk down to her, her little blue eyes fluttering open up at me and I couldn't help but smile. She was tiny, a bit pink still but God she was so perfect and I knew in my heart I would do anything in my power to protect this little worm.

"Hey guys." Jason smiled as he came in, carrying a bag with Kylie's favorite food making her grin widely in response and beckon him over, placing a gentle kiss on his lips as she pulled him down by his collar, only to let go of him once the food was in reach and quickly grabbing the bag from him grinning widely.

It was their little spiel from what I had understood and it was almost nauseatingly sweet to see, well almost. I had Travis after all and since we were engaged I knew we were just as sweet together. I felt the ring against my chest, the soft weight of the heirloom like a comfort blanket.

We had decided not to tell the both of them about our engagement yet, these were their days after all, and we could wait with telling them about it. Donna was supposed to come in in the next few days and we would tell them then but for now it was going to stay Travis and my little secret.

"So, how's my little girl?" He asked leaning over and gently caressing Wyatts cheeks, her little eyes fluttering closed and she untensed a little bit at her father's touch.

"oh, you know I think Tay might be her favorite but she's been very good, taking long naps just like you do and I swear I heard a tiny Jason snore." Kylie teased earning herself a fond eyeroll from her husband who leaned in and kissed her softly but was pushed off so she could take a bite of her pizza.