Hold on, don't you let go. (Tayvin/Talvin)

Everything will be alright now.

Happy. It's a simple word, with an even simpler definition. It is, however hard to find and hard to believe that it exists. There were times where I thought I loved someone, maybe I did, but they didn't make me happy. Not this happy. I trace my finger over his arm as we lay on the couch. His breath blows some strands slightly on my head. We're engaged. We're getting married. The thought is still surreal to me, but then again I haven't had much time to digest it. We've been through a lot, yes it's true. Two months ago I didn't know if he was alive or not. When I walked into that hospital and saw him in that hospital bed all beaten up I didn't know if I could survive without him. If he left me like that. Ever since, before the accident I've always felt a little dizzy, just a tiny bit, when I get up after a long time of sitting down. But this past week it's gotten severely worse. I try not to make it such a big deal otherwise Adam would get worried and tell me to go to the doctors, no scratch that, he'd carry me to the doctors if he knew I was feeling like this, wouldn't let anyone go near me, no-one touch me. That's just his nature when I'm sick. "I thought I'd lost you. You scared me so much. You don't know what that feels like, do you?" I search for his emerald eyes and connect them with my blue ones. He shakes his head and presses his lips to my forehead, whispering. "No, and I'm sorry you had to go through that. It wasn't fair on you, I'm sorry." I adjusted myself at his words. He face is lose but his voice is firm a mix of two emotions that confuse me. "It was not your fault, you couldn't do anything about it." He nodded his head, looking down at his fingers. "I know, but I accused you of something you're not guilty of and that makes me sick to the stomach. I'm so sorry Taylor." A lot of things are making sick to the stomach lately, literally. I press a kiss to his cheek, my bladder is about it burst. I've been needing to pee a lot, I don't know why, I didn't even drink anything today. "I need to go to the toilet." I say jumping up and ignoring the headache jumping through my whole entire body, not just my head, so a body ache, yeah. He raises an eyebrow up suspiciously. "Again, you just went ten minutes ago." I laughed and patted his head roughly crossing my legs to stop myself from peeing right here. He giggles at my movement. "I know, it's weird. Babe, I really have to go, I'll just be a minuet."

I ran like lightning up the stairs and into the bathroom, probably quicker than Usain Bolt. I said probably.

Adam's pov

I turn on the T.V while I wait for Taylor. This toilet break is about three times longer than the usual. I in the middle of the commercial where the cat passes the hair tie underneath the door frame and then the person does it back. It's hilarious. I hear the creaking of floorboards behind me and sniffles. I turn to see Taylor. Standing there, I'm not sure how to describe what sort of persona she's giving off, but it's not a happy one. "What's wrong, Love?" I say standing up and walking over to her, I try to pull my arms around her but she steps away. Her eyes glisten with tears that are too afraid too fall. Her nose is runny as she sniffs. She doesn't say anything, just stands thirty centimetres away from me. She is visibly upset and yet I don't know why. How much this is killing me right now, is too much to count. The silence in between us is deafening. Weird how even no words can hurt the ear. She opens her mouth to speak, but her voice cracks and she swallows her voice back. I try again to reach out for her but she puts even more space in between us. I try and try again until she is now more than a metre away from me. I think the distance gave her courage to speak. I am glad at this point. "I'm late." I shake my head trying to figure out what on earth she's trying to say, but nothing. She lets out a large breath and her arms flops to her side, this time her tears are dry and she wears an angry expression on her face. "My period is late." She says calmly. I nod knowing this is not such a big deal, this has happened before and it's come in when she's woken up in the morning, or at the least expected time, when we're sitting on her white couch or something. She doesn't need to worry. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. It's nothing to worry about, love, sincerely, you're probably just stressed, try to calm down." She shakes her head coming one step closer to me but the gap between us is still huge. "You don't understand. It's never this late." I step closer to her, she doesn't seem to notice. "Okay, then how late is it?" She breathes. "Two months, I thought it was nothing, because I had called Dr.Lee and he said it was because I was stressed and tried because I was worrying about you. But that was a month ago, I thought it would come back when you got your memory back, but it hasn't" This triggers something in my mind. I had my Amnesia for two months. So, she can't be. "But babe, my memory's been gone for the past two months, so it can't be." I try to reason with her. She shakes her head once again. "Remember, the week before that fight? When we came back from the beach."

"We weren't careful. I forgot the pills that day." She says. "Taylor, I don't know why you're acting like this is a bad thing. This is why I proposed to you, because I want a life with you, because I love you." I reply. "Why are you yelling at me, I did nothing wrong!" She raises her voice. "I'm not the one yelling, you are!" I shoot back. She shakes her head and crosses her arms and avoids my eyes. "My career. Adam. my career." I step closer to her breaking the space between us at this point I just want to reassure her. I place my hand under her chin, she resists. "Baby, look at me, please." I say and finally get to see her face, I wipe the tears from her eyes and cup her face staring right into her eyes. "We'll figure out a way. Okay, I'm good at juggling." She laughs, I kiss her forehead and see her close her eyes. "Look. I know this is not the most glamours time, with me just getting my memory back, but if you are, if you are pregnant, then I will be the happiest man alive, Taylor we'll find a way, we always have." She bites her lip, clearly nervous. "I'm honestly so sacred. I've never felt this terrified in my life." I laugh. "I know I can tell, your legs are shaking like there's no tomorrow." She finds the will to laugh and flings her arms around my neck. "I guess we should find out then, huh?" I nod my head smiling at her. "Should I go get the test? Or do you want to send someone out, it is pretty late." She stands back and rubs a hand on her head. "I need to sit down before I make any decisions. Standing up hurts my head, not even kidding."

She relaxes into the couch and looks up at me. "I think it would cause a media frenzy if you went a brought a pregnancy test, so I think Charles should go, I trust him with my life." I nod and plump down into the couch next to her. Taking in that after tonight, I might be a father. I smile at the idea. Taylor gives me a weird look as she calls up Charles. I don't know what we do in the next forty minuets, it seemed to pass by so quickly.

TAYLOR'S POV

Adam grips my hand so tight, I think it's lost blood flow. "Adam, I love you and all but my hand is kind of hurting." He turns red and loosens his grip a tiny bit, allowing me to breathe. We sit in front of the pregnancy test on the table. I stare at his expression, he's nervous. I can't tell whether he's nervous about the result or nervous about me. The alarm on my phone goes off signalling five minutes has passed. Adam looks at me as if to say 'Ready?' I nod to him. "I think you should look at it first." and with that he picks up the test and stares at it inspecting the lines. "Well?" A big smile creeps on his lips as he mumbles. "I'm going to be a daddy!" He stands up spinning me around in his arms. "I'm going to be a daddy." He cheers happily, I giggle and press my lips to his forehead. "I love you. Taylor. I love you so freaking much. Thank you." I let out a laugh as I trace his collar bone with my finger. "I love you too Adam." He crashes his lips to mine out of love. We couldn't wipe the smiles off our faces, even the thought of this is scary, I am so happy. I'm going to protect this baby with all my being. Adam brings me down on the floor his face is full of love. He kneels down on the ground and places his hand on my stomach, it's still flat, which is surprising. He lifts up my shirt a tiny bit and holds it with one hand while the other hand rests on the side of my stomach as he presses a kiss on the skin. His lips are cold to my warm skin. He rubs around in circles with his thumb making me smile. "That's our baby in there." Adam says in a tone that is surprising, like he's never seen a pregnant woman before. I giggle and cup his face bringing his eyes level with mine. "Can you promise me something?" He puts a finger to my lips hushing me, one of his hands is around my back. "I will stand by you, forever. I'll protect you and this baby. Taylor, we're going to get married and raise this baby, I'm never going to leave you, not ever. It's you and me against the world."

We lay here, in our bed. Once again I am clasped in Adam's arms. Although there's something in between us now, something made from the love we share for each other. It's no longer just me and him, for we have another person added to our lives. I used to think that being this happy was unattainable. Turns out it's not. There will be days where it's will seem almost impossible to get out of bed, but we'll faec those days together and conquer the obstacle once again. That's what we do. We save each other every time.

"Adam?"

"Hmm"

"I'm terrified."

"We'll figure it out, together, my love" 

He moves his hand to my stomach and smiles while whispering. "Everything will be alright now."