Purple Recovery

Chapter 34: My Queen

James's P.O.V

I woke up with my lovely girlfriend next to me. She was sound asleep, breathing softly, and styling messy hair. The sheets lazily covering her body.  I got up putting my boxers on and going to the bathroom. I turned on the shower waiting for the water to get warm.

I turned my back to the mirror, then turning my head to look at the mirror. Taylor had really dug her nails into my back. I wasn't complaining last night, it felt pretty good. But now I was feeling the after effects.

I quickly took a shower and went back to the room in only a towel wrapped around my waist. Taylor was still asleep as I started to change. She must be very tried.

I left her to sleep while I cleaned the living room. I picked up all the candles putting them away. I grabbed all the dirty dishes washing them. It looked pretty clean so I decided to make breakfast. I went back to the room.

"Baby, wake up." I touched Taylor's shoulder. She groaned and pouted. "I'm making breakfast."

Her eyes fluttered opened and looked up at me. She stretched her body, before sitting up. "I'm going to shower." She wrapped the sheet around her body going out to the bathroom.

I picked up the clothes that we had left all over the room. I reached her pants when I saw a paper sticking out of her back pocket. I slowly pulled it out realizing it wasn't just a piece of paper.

An ultrasound picture.

All the clothes I was already holding fell to the ground as I looked at the patient's name.

Taylor V. Ryan

Taylor was pregnant.

Oh my god, Taylor was having a baby.

Holy shit! Taylor's really pregnant!

I think I'm going to pass out.

This is my baby, right? This had to be my baby.

I'm fucking thrilled to know this. But I'm also somber to have to find out like this. How come she hasn't told me? Was she going to tell me?

I put the picture in my pocket, remembering I had food on the stove. I finished cooking and started to serve us a plate.

Taylor came into the kitchen, hugging me from behind. "Good morning baby."

"Morning." I turned to give her a kiss.

"Mhm smells good." She said getting out the orange juice.

"Nice shower?"

"Warm showers are the best." She said sitting down. "Are you okay, I feel like you're acting weird."

"No, I'm okay." I sat some good in front of her. I took the seat next to her.

"I had five missed calls from Debbie." She said. "But I'll call her back later." We resumed eating breakfast.

I kept thinking about the picture. I wanted to know why Taylor hasn't told me about her pregnancy. I'm sure that baby is mine.

"Babe, you look like your working your brain on overdrive. What are you thinking about?" Taylor got my attention. She put her hand on mine.

"Just how beautiful you are." I grabbed her hand bringing it up to my lips. "I love you, Taylor. You know you can tell me anything. There's no need to hide anything from me."

She pulled her hand back, giving me a small glare. She got up walking away fast. I got up going after her. She was in the room with her pants in her hand.