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

Epilogue

It's almost the end of the pregnancy. Taylor's doing fantastic, I mean she tosses in the night but apart from that, she's handling it really well. We agreed that we'd get married after the baby. I however, was getting the worst of her mood swings. Today is example of her shortened temper, due to pregnancy, before you could fly anything past her and it was almost always a 'Yes', that changed dramatically and her frustration increased as the days go by. "Adam, how hard is it to put the sugar pot between the coffee and tea, not on the edge or in the cupboard, BETWEEN THEM!" Her face is red, full of frustration, her bump pops out in her dress, it's getting really hot and she doesn't like going out, because everyday is a heatwave. I also, don't want her to collapse from the intense weather so I've been a little over protective. Her forehead is glazed in sweat as she swipe her hand across it. I've learnt to be tolerant of this, because it's not going to last for much longer and by that time we will have our little princess, yes, it's a girl. "I'm sorry babe. Here let me fix it." I rub her shoulders and kiss her cheek. "I just don't understand how your brain can't process the fact that things have a place and they don't just get plopped wherever you see fit." Her voice is calmer this time as she goes to lower the temperature of the air-conditioner. I carefully slipped the pot back in it place and focused my eyes on her. Things have been put on hold because we're expecting, things like her tour, her music, our relationship. The fans were really sad when we paused the tour, but we reassured them that she would pick it back up after the baby was old enough. Everyone is going around in circles making sure that she's alright, I know she appreciates it, because she's told countless people that they don't need to be looking out for her, they have their things that they'd probably most rather be doing than watching over her. She's focused on the baby, don't get me wrong, I absolutely want her to be, ready and calm for when the baby arrives, I would however like some affection here and there. I guess I'll just have to hang in a bit longer. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She raises an eyebrow as she gives up on standing and takes a seat in the chair, I have my hands on the bench and my head turned towards her. "Nothing. You're beautiful." She rolls her eyes and picks up an apple from the basket and munching on it. I laugh slightly to myself in a hushed tone so she doesn't hear. "I have a gig today." I say hesitantly, she almost chokes on the apple piece. "What?" She says, the quietest I have ever heard her say anything in pretty much nine months. "In Vegas. It's only for the night, I'll be back in the morning." She swallows. "Adam, you know I will support you through anything, but do you think that now is the best time to be having a gig when I'm suppose to give birth any moment?" I miss the gigs. I miss performing, I traded that in for studios because Taylor was pregnant and because I wanted to be here for her more. My manager had this set booked at the start of last year. I admit, now is a pretty inconvenient time to be playing but what can I do about it? "Baby, I can't cancel it. It's in stone, since last year." She doesn't say anything for a while and when she decides to, it's a cold, "You do what you want, Calvin." then she is climbing off the chair, I rush over to help her as she struggles but she tosses my hand to the side saying. "Don't." I breathe a heavy sigh as I rub my temple and fall back against the bench. I watch as she goes up the stairs and disappears into our room. You do what you want, Calvin. Her referring to me in that name is never a good sign, mainly because she barely uses it. "Babe, I'm sorry." I say through the door, that she had conveniently locked. The other side of the door seems silent, a type of silence that is deafening. "Look if anything happens you call me okay?" I say hesitantly picturing her going through labour all by herself. I know she would gladly do it by her self to make me feel guilty, she's really sweet to everyone, goes out of her way to make people feel comfortable around her, but her alter ego, is a side of her that only certain people have the privilege of witnessing. "Go Away." Her voice is close to the door, it comes from further down. She must be sitting on the floor. "Taylor, I had no control over this, please try to understand. I know you're frustrated with me and believe me if I could change it I would. Please Taylor." We maintain a conversation through the thick wood of the door. "Don't 'Taylor' me, you know I'm terrified about this and you go and decide that you want to play some gig, tell me is that more important that our baby?" My hand is planted on the wood. "No! Of course not! I love you-