Roman And Emery Season 2

The Baby

*Emery's POV*

"Hey, you ready?" I asked Taylor. We were about to go to her appointment, we were just waiting on the boys. She looked up from her purse to give me a nasty look. "Right, sorry, bad question."

"Let's just get this over with. Where are the boys, were gonna be late?" She asked as I started walking downstairs, she closed the door and followed me.

"They have to sneak out of the sector for this, give them a break."

"Sorry, I just really want to find out if the babies ok."

"I know it'll be okay."

"I hope so." I said as the doorbell rang. "Speaking of the boys..." I went over to the door to open it. "There you guys are."

"Sorry were late, we had trouble getting out of the sector." Roman said as they walked. Drake went over to Taylor, who was now by the couch, while Roman stepped inside as I shut the door than kissed me. "Hi,"

"Hi," I giggled.

"So, you ready to go?"

"Yeah," I said and looked over to Taylor and Drake. Drake was comforting a crying Taylor. I felt so bad for them; they shouldn't have to go through this. I couldn't help feel like this was my fault. If I wasn't so lost in Roman we would have arrived sooner and we would've been able to stop the Trags. "I don't think they are though."

"Yeah, I can't imagine how they're feeling right now."

"Taylor, Drake, we got to go, were already late."

"Yeah, coming," said Taylor, wiping her tears. She got up to meet us at the door. "Let's go," she said and left, Drake following her, and after a second Roman and I did too.

*At the Doctor's*

"Taylor Beecham," Said the girl doctor coming out of the door.

"Right here," Taylor said getting up.

"Ok, hi Taylor, I'm Dr. Baker, nice to meet you. Why don't you come back and we'll get a look at the baby." She said opening the door to let her inside.

"Is it okay if my boyfriend comes back with me?" Taylor asked.

"Yes, of course," She said and Taylor looked at Drake, letting him know it was okay. Since Drake and Roman were not supposed to be out of the Sector they were completely covered with their hoods on so no one could see their marks.

"Bye guys, good luck." Taylor said as she went behind the door. Once Drake walked through the doctor followed, closing the door behind her.

"You okay?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, sorry,"

"It's okay, what were you thinking?"

"Nothing," I said too fast.

"Emery,"

"Nothing, I'm just worried about their baby." I lied, I hated lying to Roman, but I couldn't tell him, I knew he would think its ridiculous how I feel.

"I know, it'll be fine." he said, embracing me in a hug, it was a little awkward in the chairs.

"I hope so," I said into his jacket, I wanted so badly to kiss him, but I know we shouldn't, it would draw attention to us.

*Later*

"I'm getting bored," I complained.

"What? I'm no fun?"

"You are, if I can kiss you," I said, whispering the last part.

"Is that all I am to you? A kissing toy?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Hey!" I said pushing him, "I'm more than that!"

"Ok, ok, you're a good... you're good for...umm..."

"Wow!" I said, rolling my eyes and turning to the side quickly, trying not to laugh.

"I'm kidding,"

"I know," I said, laughing,

"I love you,"

"I love you, too." I said, and I really wanted to kiss him, it hurt not to kiss him. At that moment the door opened, I looked over to see Taylor and Drake coming out of the door. It took me a second to realize that she was crying, and I had a feeling Drake was too. I stood up as they walked over to us.

"It's gone.... I-its gone." Taylor said, crying.

"I'm so sorry." I said, and gave her a hug.

After a while we left and went back to my house. Drake and Roman still had another hour till they had to get back to the sector. As soon as we got home Taylor went to her room and Drake accompany her. Roman and I went to my room.

"You okay?" He asked me as he started taking off his disguise.

"Yeah," I said as I lay on the bed.

"You sure?"

"Yes, now come here." I said, as he walked over and lay on the bed. I scooted closer to him and he embraced me.

I couldn't help but feel guilty; I wish I could've prevented it. I should've been able to prevent it. I hated myself for not being able to. I should've just answered a call, and then all this wouldn't have happened. This was my fault.

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry, again, I haven't posted in a while.