Growing Up |TAYVIN (Sequel To AWRFT) *discontinued*

30. She's Our Baby

*Taylor's POV*

It's 2am and I'm still tossing and turning in bed, not able to be taken by sleep.

I look over at Adam, who's out like a light, and sit up in the bed, taking a deep breath.

I think back to the conversation that Adam and I had with my Mom earlier that day, when we had brought Ellie back from the hospital, and I start to feel sick.

Ellie is my baby. Adam and I adopted her when she was barely three years old, and she had spent the majority of her life with us.

We were the one's who would comfort her when she woke up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare.

We were the ones who gave her cuddles when she was feeling sick.

We bandaged up her scraped knees.

We were there for her first day of school, and for her first play date.

We held her tight when she was having an anxiety attack, and told her that it was going to be okay.

Her gymnastics meets, her ballet recitals, her soccer practises; we were at all of them.

We taught her how to ride a bike last Summer.

She learnt how to swim when she was five years old, when she was in Rhode Island with us.

We helped her with her homework, and taught her how to tie her shoelaces.

We taught her how to eat properly with a knife and fork, and how to climb a tree.

Most importantly, we taught her how to be polite and caring.

She's the most loving little girl in the world, and she's beautiful.

She's our's, and we love her with such a burning passion, that sometimes it hurts.

My chest starts to tighten, and a rush of anxiety engulfs my body.

It's not like usual though.

I can breathe, and I can see properly.

I just know that I need Adam.

*Adam's POV*

I feel something shaking my shoulder, and I wake up to see Taylor sitting next to me, with a sickly pale face, and pain in her eyes.

I immediately sit up properly and turn on my bedside lamp.

"Taylor, babe, what's wrong?", I ask worriedly, trying to process what's going on.

"She can't take Ellie, she's my baby", she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Taylor", I whisper, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close to my chest.

"She's my baby", she whispers again, shaking her head, and clutching onto me tightly.

"Nobody is going to take Ellie away. I promise you, I'll make sure that our family stays together", I say, kissing the top of her head.

"W-What if you can't do anything?", she sobs, starting to tremble in my arms. "I can't live without her, Adam. She's my little girl", she screams.

"Taylor, calm down. Legally, that woman can't touch Ellie, and if she wants to bring us to court, let her. We're going to win. Ellie calls us Mommy and Daddy, and she doesn't know any differently. She's one hundred percent our's, and that isn't going to change", I say, kissing the top of my head.

"Taylor nods her head, but the tears are still falling.

"You really need to stop stressing yourself out, it's not good for you, or that little baby you have inside of you", I say, placing a hand on her bump.

"Adam?", she whispers, looking up at me with scared eyes.

"Yes, babe?", I ask, stroking her cheek.

"Something doesn't feel right", she mutters, looking down at her stomach, and clutching it desperately.
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