"I'm gonna take Mikayla with me." Taylor said as Karlie just looked at her with despair in her eyes. After Karlie took that statement in, she responded with one of her own.
                              "No you're not."
                              "Karlie, you have to work anyway. I'm only going for two weeks."
                              "TWO WEEKS? No. She's not going."
                              "She's my daughter too and it doesn't make sense to leave her here. You work all day long."
                              "IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE? I'm her mother too. Oh my God, this can't be happening. What did I do? Why do you need to leave me?"
                              "You didn't DO anything and I'm not LEAVING you. I just need to get away for a little bit."
                              "Taylor, I'm not going to continue arguing with you in front of her. Just know that she's NOT leaving the state of NY. You're not taking our daughter away from me for two weeks. I'll take her to work with me everyday if I have to, so you can get away, but she's staying here and that's final."
                              Karlie got up and filled the dog bowls with food as Mikayla said, "Mama up."
                              The model picked up her daughter and placed her on the floor as the little one watched Karlie set the bowls in front of the dogs.
                              "Why do you need to leave and go across the country, anyway? Can't you rent a house in the hamptons and be closer? Or go to a ski resort further north? There's plenty of places where you can go that are still in the area. I just don't understand why you feel the need to go all the way to LA. I know you're going through a lot. I'm not expecting you to just pretend like the miscarriage didn't happen but I don't want to see you leave. You don't have to talk to me and you can take your anger out on me but I still rather you here WITH ME. I love you Taylor."  
                              Karlie walked over to her wife and wrapped her arms around her, as she gently kissed her forehead. 
                              "I love you," she whispered. "We can get through this together, I just don't understand. Please just stay."
                              Taylor didn't reciprocate the hug. She just stood there and slowly moved out of Karlie's embrace. 
                              "You don't understand what I'm going through and what's going on in my head. I need to get out of NY. I just want to go away for a little bit and be with my friends, like Selena and Jamie. Even Ella will be in LA. I just want to be around them. I'm always with your friends. And before you say it, I know they're my friends too, but you know what I mean. I just want to be around mine."
                              "Fine. Then go. But Mikayla stays here."
                              Karlie picked her daughter up and headed out of the kitchen. "I'm going to give her a bath."
                              Taylor soon followed, but went straight to her closet instead and pulled out a piece of luggage. She grabbed a few of her favorite articles of clothing and began packing. Deep down inside she didn't know if leaving was going to help her mentally but right now, she just felt an extreme amount of anxiety and felt that surrounding herself with those she doesn't get to see all the time, may be the best thing for her, even if that means leaving her wife behind.
                              She walked in the bathroom and saw Karlie bathing their daughter as the baby splashed her little arms and played with her toys.
                              "Hi mommy."
                              "Hi sweetheart. I see you playing with your rubber duckies. Are you having fun?"
                                      
                                   
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You Belong To Me- Part 2 (KAYLOR)
FanfictionDue to Wattpad's 200 chapter limit... This is PART TWO of the original story You Belong To Me. Disclaimer: This fic is an emotional rollercoaster. I am not responsible for hysterical crying, stomach cramps due to laughing too hard, binge eating from...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  