Joe had been away for a week for some shooting, he had gotten an amazing opportunity to be on a TV series for a whole season so he obviously took it. That left Taylor home with their two kids all week and very busy.
They got married five years ago, and now have two children. Mia who is four and Easten who is one. That definitely isn't an easy task to do by yourself so Taylor had very much appreciated it when her mom suggested to stay at the couple's home for a week. It was great until she randomly started getting waves of nausea.
"Mom, can you watch them for a few, I'm calling Joe." Her mother nodded to Taylor and turned back to the kids. Little did she know that Taylor just dashed up the stairs to get sick. Taylor stood up knowing she has five hour until her husband comes home. Five hours to sneak out, by a pregnancy test, take it and get the results. She has no other symptoms to say she is indeed pregnant, usually you find out by missing your period or something but she had a baby a year ago so her period is really irregular right now. She thought for a bit and came up with the plan she would go out the back way and have her security pick her up.
That's exactly what she did. When she got home she came down the stairs as if she was still up there.
"Were they good? No fussing?" She sits down next to her mom and picks up her youngest, sitting him on her knees.
"Oh yeah, you and Joe are doing great at handling when they have tantrums." Taylor nods.
"We try to limit the break downs to once a week." She laughs and kisses her sons cheek.
She turns him around so he's facing her and talks to him.
"I." Easten smiles knowing what she's doing
"W-ove"
"YOU!" Taylor peppers his face in kisses as he giggles. "Good job buddy, you're getting so big!"
"Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!" Her oldest, Mia calls her mother.
Sounds just like your father Taylor thinks. "Yes baby?"
"I'm hungry!" The little girl is jumping up and down out of excitement.
"Okay, hold on." Taylor stands up and shifts Easten on her hip taking Mia to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat? Is a peanut butter sandwich ok?"
"Yeah." She does that easily and pours some applesauce in a bowl letting her son eat by himself. This is her time to slip off really quick to take that test. She read the directions even though she has taken plenty of these and does what it says to do. "Now it's the waiting game." She whispers to herself. The timer of five minutes goes off and she almost looks at it, not sure if right now is the best time to look. He will be home at seven PM and it's two right now. If she gets the kids to bed early she could look at it just before he arrives.
Just do it now she tells herself. And that's what she did. The two very clear pink lines were visible and her hand covered her mouth, tears came along with that gesture. She stood there for a few minutes trying to comprehend that it's real and how she was going to tell him. She looked in the mirror wiping the tears away and sat the test in a cabinet drawer.
When she goes down stairs Olivia runs against her leg. Taylor bends down to pet her and continues to walk into the kitchen. She starts walking faster when she hears crying. The sight was not what she was expecting but then again she didn't know what to expect. Applesauce was spread everywhere on the kitchen floor and some on Easten, Meredith was on his highchair licking him. She looked everywhere for her mom but she wasn't there, she probably just went to the restroom or something.
The first thing she did was pick up her one year old and comfort him. "Its okay, mommy's got you. Shh." She rocked him back and forth and his cries softened. He lifted his head to look at her and Taylor placed a little kiss on his head.
