"Its Dad. Nick showed up today and demanded to see you. I can't let you marry a man like him, it'll bring nothing but srow. He had the nevre to tell me, 'you had better just deal with the fact and move on! Taylor is mine now and you aren't going to touch one hair on her head' As if some man I never met could whisk my sweetpea away without a word, as if this family doesn't mater to you. Needless to say, I'm no long a pasfast," he chuckled and left her to fill in what happened.

"Dad I'm marrying him," Taylor said, "He has a bad temper but he can be so nice too! You didn't beat him up did you dad??"

"Honey, you can't! He's no bater then your mother's father. She heard it too. Talk to her, frist befoe you do it at least, you too love each to death I know it. He put clare on.

"Honey, he'll hurt you," Claire said.

"No he won't."

"Look at reason Tyler, he's dangerous!"

"He's not."

"We can't let him marry you."

"You don't have a choice, he already gave me the ring."

"Give it back to him."

"No, I like it and I want him."

"Please honey, you can't 'want someone like that."

"I do, he's not that bad when you get used to him."

"You won't see him again."

"You can't stop me."

Donnie turned away, he was crying.

"I will stop you," Claire said sharply.

"Will not."

"Oh yes I will, and your father will too."

"Then I'm leaving. You can either except my decision or lose me forever!"

"MARRY THE FUCK THEN!" he yelled in chocked voice. "HE'LL TREAT YOU LIKE A RAT!"

"No he won't," Taylor said sharply, "He loves me and I love him and everything about him. The weddings in a week."

Donnie stromed from the room.

Taylor sighed. "I love you dad!"

"If you still need us, come." Was all he said and crashed the reciver down on the dock.

Taylor sighed and put down the phone as well.

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Claire put her arms around her husband. "She's doing the wrong thing," she sobbed.

He was crying as well. "Wh-where did we go wrong?!" "Frist Gracie and now this!"

"I don't know," Claire sobbed, "I thought we raised them well!!"

(FF to sometime??)

((*shrugs* Whatever you want.))

(Maybe she runs back to them??)

((*plan clicks in head* Can we skip about nine months??))

(No, cuz I know your plan :o) One stressed out pregnet chick is enough :o)

(I'll suffer though it, if I gotta but I like orgniality. What if she has a stillborn?

((Hmmm...You got the plan right for sure, not sure if I like the idea of a stillborn. I was thinking that she would run away before Nick went after the kid almost like Claire's father went after her.))

(I'm not doin' to babies and that's that :P

((You got a better plan??))

(I think a stillborn would a leave her sad b give her freedom to find a good person and c. piss of nick (like somehow he'd find out and ran after her maybe.)

((Alright, if you want I could write that...))

(Let's do dis!

((Right...here goes...))

Taylor was crying as she stood on the street in front of her house, one hand rested on her swollen belly. It had been months since she had spoken to her parents and they didn't even know about the child, her child. But she had to get away from Nick. He had hit her the night before and that hadn't been the first time either.

Donnie was reading the paper.

Taylor wrapped her coat around her, somewhat hidding her belly from view as she stepped up the porch and rang the bell.

He opened it.

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