#dad!rogertaylor

You rushed through the airport and ignore all of the odd expressions everyone around you were giving. You had your mind set on one thing and one thing only. You gripped your luggage tight and hurriedly search for the exit, finally spotting it. Before you’re outside, the loud sound of thunder booms everywhere around you. The sky was starting to form large, angry and dark clouds. You finally made it outside and you could practically already smell the rain. You weren’t going to let that bother you. You look around frantically and spot an empty taxi parked just down the sidewalk. You zoom towards it as the driver spins around and spots you, a grin on his face. 

“Bonjour!” he says sweetly. 

You smile to him and try to catch your breath. 

“Bonjour! I apologize, I don’t speak much French.” 

The man smiles and bows his head a bit, understanding. 

“No worries, madame. Would you like a ride?” 

All you can do is smile as you jump inside and quickly tell the kind man where exactly to go.

***

On your way back to the hotel, you find yourself and the man talking about your situation. You explain everything as he sympathizes with you. His wife passed away too.

“Sadness will always be there.” he tells you. “I never thought I would love again, but it’s what my Bella would have wanted. You feel this sense of abandonment. Like you’re forgetting who they are and what they were to you. Like their existence will become one with the shadows, but it won’t. You’ll always have them in your heart and they’ll live on forever.” 

You couldn’t help but shed a few tears as he spoke. It was so fluid and beautiful. It was exactly what you needed to hear. Who knew the kindness of a stranger is exactly what you needed at this moment.

“Thank you, Louis.” you say, sniffling a bit. “You have no idea how much I needed that.” 

Louis looks into the rear view mirror and smiles. 

“It’s something I wish someone had told me when my Bella left. It’s the truth. You don’t have to thank me, madame. Let’s just get you to where you need to be.” 

And he kept his promise. He was driving like a madman as he zoomed past cars and hurried. You started noticing familiar sights and knew you were close. Suddenly, seeing everything became difficult when an angry and sudden storm hits. Rain is pouring down in buckets as Louis slows his speed. You can barely see anything up ahead. You were antsy and impatient, worried you wouldn’t make it on time. Worried Roger would be gone.

“Ah, he we are.” says Louis. 

You lean over and look out your window, spotting your hotel. Your heart is racing and your stomach is flip flopping. You’re so nervous. Just as you’re grabbing your purse, Louis speaks. 

“Madame, is that him? The man you were telling me about?” he asks fast. 

You look up and lean forward, suddenly spotting Roger. He’s still here! He has his luggage and is speaking to another taxi driver. The trunk is open as he’s placing his items inside. He’s about to leave. You gasp as the trunk closes and Roger goes to open the back door. 

“Go!” says Louis to you. 

You jump and fling the door open. You get out of the car and the rain is soaking you. You squint your eyes and move the damp hair from your face. Roger’s about to get in the car as you yell out to him. 

“Roger!” 

He doesn’t hear you. 

You begin running and yelling again. 

“Roger!” 

Just as he’s about to get inside, he stops. He slowly turns his head towards you and freezes. You stop running and just stare at him. He has a confused look on his face as he takes a step forward. 

“Y/n?” he calls out. 

You smile at the sound of his voice as you walk towards him. You both were drenched. 

“I’m so sorry!” you shout against the loud rain. “I’m so sorry for everything! For how I acted, for leaving! I regret it all!” 

His face falls slightly. 

“You regret it all?” he asks. 

You smile and shake your head as you walk up to him. 

“I don’t regret you.” 

His face slowly turns into a sweet smile as he fills the empty space in front of you. You both are looking at each other as he leans his hand forward and moves some hair from your face. 

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

You nod your head and gently place your hand over his. 

“I’m sure. Will you forgive me?”  

“Will you forgive me?” he asks, his face going sad. 

“A million times over.” 

He smiles and leans in slightly. 

“Then me too.” 

And with that, he leans in all the way and places his lips on yours. His hands cup your face as the rain pours over you. He leans away and kisses your forehead. You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, not wanting to let go. You turn your head against his chest and open your eyes. Across the street, you spot John. He’s standing there with rain all around him, a smile on his face. He nods his head to you, giving you his blessing. Tears well up in your eyes as you smile back to him. Suddenly, he drifts away and disappears completely. Your John was officially gone and you have finally accepted it. 

Roger pulls you even closer to him and back to reality. You lean away and look up at him, admiring every feature on his face. His arms are around your waist and for the first time in a long time, you finally feel at home. 

***

2 Years Later

***

“Look at him.” you whisper. 

You’re sat in your hospital bed as your tiny baby boy is fast asleep in your arms. Roger’s sat beside you as you both stare down and admire him. 

“I can’t believe he’s ours.” he whispered back, making you chuckle. 

“Good team work.” you tease, making him lean in and gently kiss you. 

There’s a quiet knock at your door as it slowly opens up. A nurse tip toes in and smiles widely at you as she walks up and looks to the baby. Her heart melts at his little face. 

“How precious.” she says. 

You all agree and you can’t stop smiling.

“So, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, have you came up with a name for him yet?” she asks. 

You and Roger looked at each other and smile sweetly, giving each other a knowing look. 

“We have.” you say looking back down at your baby. “John. John Meddows Taylor.” 

The nurse smiles and ‘awwws’. 

“What a lovely name.” she says. 

You and Roger smile as you nod your head. You gently run your finger over your babies brow, causing him to squirm slightly and smile, making your heart melt.

“Named after a lovely man.” you whisper, your eyes never leaving your baby.

***

It was late in the night and your baby had just fallen asleep. You place him in his tiny bed and make yourself comfortable in the hospital bed. You pull the blankets over you as Roger walks up with something behind his back. You smile at him and then squint your eyes, knowing he’s hiding something. 

“What do ya got there?” you ask curiously. 

Roger says nothing as he slowly moves his hands in front of himself and reveals an envelope. Your heart drops and you know. 

“It’s for you.” he says, placing it on your lap. “I’m gonna walk around for a bit, give you some time to read it.” 

He kisses you on the head and then turns around and walks out. You’re left with a letter on your lap as John’s handwriting is looking up at you. You’re nervous. You’re heart's racing as you gently open it and slide out the paper. You begin reading. 

My Darling Y/n, 

If things had gone the way I planned, you’re with Roger. You have no idea how happy I am with the idea of you two loving and protecting each other. It makes my heart happy, please believe me. Also, thank you. Thank you for opening your heart and loving again like I had asked of you. You deserve all of the happiness in the world. If I could be the one to give it you, I would. Believe me. 

Please know that you’re everything I had always wanted. You’re the greatest gift in my life. It was an honor being in love with you. You made my life better in so many ways and I thank you for that. Loving you was the greatest gift I could have ever gotten and I see myself as the luckiest man in the world, just like Roger is now. 

I told Roger to give you this note when you had kids. Something inside of me said it would be with him. I just know. I need you to know how lucky that baby (or babies) are to have you as a mother. You make every life worth living. You will be an amazing mother and I just know it. I’m just sorry I was never able to give you a family like we had so desperately wanted. You have no idea how embarrassingly happy I am for you. For you both. 

I must go, my love. This is my last letter to you, for I’m getting more and more tired every day. Thank you for being my wife and best friend. Thank you for choosing me to love. I love you beyond words. 

Goodbye For Now, 

Your John 

P.S. You’re the love of my life - forever and always, no matter what 

You were smiling as you finish the letter. Tears streamed down your face and for the first time in a long time, they weren’t sad. You couldn’t have been more happier in that moment. You were choked up as you run your fingers along John’s handwriting, gasping slightly, trying to calm down. You smiled down at the letter as you nod. 

“Mine too, John.” you whisper. “Mine too.” 

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You were pacing your locked bathroom as you listened to your two boys call out questions to you from left and right. You held the tiny pregnancy test in your hand as your eyes keep darting down to the tiny screen that would tell you your fate. You were about two weeks late for your period, which was unusual for you. You never missed a day, so when you did, nerves hit you hard. You first sat the boys down and explained to them what was happening, resulting in Roger passing out and Ben pacing the living room about to have a mental breakdown. When Roger woke up and Ben calmed himself, the scariness wore off when you all realized you might be starting a family. And now you were about to find out. You peek down at the tiny test and your heart almost stops. You can make out wording on the screen, but can’t tell what it says.

“You’ve gone quiet!” shouts Ben.

“Have you read it!?” yells Roger.

You close your eyes, take in a deep breath and turn the test over fully. You open your eyes and look down quickly. Your heart almost stopped. The capitalized and bold word PREGNANT screamed out at you.

“Pregnant.” you barely whisper to yourself, still staring at it. “Pregnant.” you say louder.

“What?” calls out Ben, not hearing you.

“Pregnant!” you shout.

The boys go quiet as you fling open the door and hold the test out for them to see.

“Pregnant!” you repeat, not finding anything else to say.

Their eyes are wide as they both just stare at your hand. They look almost pale as Ben slowly reaches out to grab the test and bring it up to his face. He reads the word and hands it over to Roger. They both look up at you and watch as your smile is huge and you’re beaming. They swear you’re already glowing. You bite your lip and shake your head.

“Pregnant!” you shout once more.

They both break out into huge grins as they rush towards you and embrace you in giant hugs.

“Oh my god…” whispers Roger.

“You’re gonna be a mum.” says Ben, not believing this.

“And you’re gonna be dads!” you say, hugging them both.

The both place hand over your tummy and look down at it, tears brimming in their eyes. You sniffle and watch as they begin talking to your stomach.

“We’re so excited to meet you.” whispers Rog.

“I really hope you look like your mum.” whispers Ben, causing you to playfully smack his arm.

“Whatever it is, they’ll be beautiful and so loved.” you say, placing your hand on top of theirs.

***

9 Months Later

***

“Beeeeen!”

You were sat on your sofa with a giant, swollen belly. Your due date was two days ago and you were miserable now. Your back hurt, your stomach was sore, small contractions keep hitting you, but the doctors say there’s nothing they can do until your water breaks. Your swollen feet are propped up on the coffee table as you lean your head against the couch. You hear footsteps rush up to you as Ben stares, half scared that you’ve gone into labor.

“Is it time!?” he asks, freaked out.

You laugh and shake your head fast.

“No! Sadly, no. I just really could use some cold water, please?” you ask, giving him puppy dog eyes.

He smiles sweetly and walks up, placing his hand on your swollen belly. He leans forward and kisses you gently.

“Anything you want.” he mumbles, walking away to the kitchen.

You watch him until he’s gone and suddenly feel a sharp pain in your stomach. You place your hand over it and lean forward, squeezing your eyes shut. You groan out and gasp as you let it pass. Roger walks in right as it hits you and he’s next to you in a moment.

“Baby, it’s alright. Just breathe. Maybe we should go in.” he says, rubbing your back.

You shake your head fast and sit up more.

“No! They said we can’t until my water breaks!” you cry out, actual tears falling from your eyes.

Roger frowns and feels helpless as Ben walks back in with a glass of cold water. He notices the look on Roger’s face and your tears hitting the ground below. He places the water down and is at your side in an instant.

“What’s wrong?!” he asks, looking to Roger.

“I think she’s just frustrated.” he says, still rubbing your back. “False contractions are hitting her hard.”

You wipe your eyes and go to reach for the cold water, but another wave of pain hits your hard. You wince and squeeze Ben’s hand hard, making him almost cry out, but not daring to. You hunch forward once more and almost scream at the pain. Your whole stomach tightened up and tensed with the pain. It finally leaves and you’re able to breathe. You lean back and close your eyes, feeling exhausted.

“These seem worse than the other contractions yesterday.” says Ben, watching you closely.

“They seem closer together.” says Roger.

“When did they start?” asks Ben.

You open your eyes and look to him, turning yourself so you’re leaning against Roger, who had his arm around you and rubbing your belly slowly.

“Late last night. I woke up and I…” you start, embarrassed.

Ben and Rog raise a brow as you speak.

“And you what?” they both ask.

Your cheeks flush as you look down at your hands.

“I might’ve… peed a little.” you mumble. “And then that’s when the contractions really set in.” you say fast.

Ben’s eyes are wide as Roger just stares at him.

“Babe, I don’t think you just peed!” he says fast. “I think your water broke!”

You stare at him and your heart beats fast.

“What?” you ask, not wanting it to be true.

“Baby, that’s why your contractions are so bad! You’ve been in labor all bloody night!” says Roger, standing up form the couch. “We’ve gotta go to the hospital!”

Ben stands up and the two boys rush around to grab the emergency bag and gather everything they’ll need. You’re sat on the couch extremely nervous as another wave of pain hits you. You close your eyes and scream out as they stop and run to you. You claw at the couch as the pain hits you hard. A hard, low pressure makes you uncomfortable.

“We’ve gotta go before you have her in the car.” says Ben, helping you slowly stand up.

Roger grabs the car keys and rushes out to get it started. You were on your way to have a baby.

***

12 Hours Later

***

After hours and hours of labor, your baby girl was finally here. Her bright eyes and blonde hair made you smile at the tiny, almost curls. She was only a mere 6 ounces, just a tiny thing. It felt like holding a piece of paper when she was in your arms. So delicate and sweet, only being in your stomach 12 hours ago. She was officially in the world and you already wanted to do everything you can to protect her. You were sat on your large hospital bed with Ben and Roger on either side of you. They were admiring her tiny face as she slept in your arms. The three of you decided not to find out who the father was, but it was so clear by her looks that she was Ben's, but you all would never say anything. She looked just like him, you couldn’t believe it, yet Roger would love her like she was his own. Roger kisses your shoulder as Ben gently runs his thumb over the babies chunky cheek. She smiles and moves around, causing them all to ‘awww’.

“You’re an absolute superhero.” whispers Rog, looking at you.

You look over to him and smile widely. He leans in and kisses you.

“Probably the strongest women we know.” says Ben, making you look over and kiss him as well.

Your little girl moves her head and tries to stretch her tiny little limbs.

“She’s so beautiful.” whispers Roger.

You lean your head against his shoulder and nod.

“Like I said before, thank god she looks like you.” teases Ben, causing you all to laugh and your baby girl to smile in her sleep. You finally had your little family you always wanted.

***

6 Months Later

***

“Ouch! Dammit!”

You’re folding laundry when you hear Roger shout out in pain. You drop the shirt you’re holding and rush into the living room, being greeted by a freaked out Ben as well. You both look to Roger as he holds your daughter with his finger in his mouth. He looks in pain as he looks up to you two.

“She bit me! And then laughed!” he says, frowning.

Your bubbly little girl looks up to him and then belly laughs, causing Roger’s face to soften and for him to smile down at her.

“Who could be mad at that face?” asks Ben as he walks up to them.

He leans in and kisses Roger and then kisses the top of her head.

“She’s teething baby,” you explain. “She’s gonna want to chew on everything now. Especially your fingers.”

Roger looks down at her and gives her a serious look.

“Do you feel bad for hurting daddy?” he asks.

Her face goes serious for a moment and then she bursts into laughter once more, causing you to cover your mouth to hide your laughing.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” he whispers to her.

***

3 Months Later

***

Your little girl officially had her first birthday and it was a success. Planning it had been so much fun and you had enough pictures to last a lifetime. When her party was over and bed time was nearing, Ben was sat on the floor with her and holding her little hands as she stood up on her own. He let go of her and clapped his hands, smiling wide.

“Come on, baby! Walk to daddy! Walk to me, sweet girl!”

She smiles at him and then falls on her butt. He helps her back up and tries it again.

“Alright, baby! You got this! Walk to daddy!”

This time, she takes a step and then another, walking to him successfully. Ben’s eyes go wide as he catches her in his arms. She looks up at him while she’s blabbing as he calls out for you and Roger.

“Y/n! Roger! She took her first steps! Her first steps!” he yells.

Seconds pass when Roger and you emerge from the bathroom with towels wrapped around you. You’re completely soaked as you rush to the living room and pause, almost out of breath.

“She walked!” he says again.

“Ben, are you sure?” asks Rog, walking up to them.

Your baby bounces in Ben’s arms as she coos.

“She did! I swear! Watch!”

He scoots her back and lets go, encouraging her once more to walk to him, but she doesn’t. You and Roger watch him with narrowed eyes as you shiver from the cold.

“Ben…” you say.

All of a sudden, your tiny girl takes step after step and walks into Ben’s arms once more. All of you gasp as your mouth falls open.

“She… She walked!” you squeal. “Did you see that!? She walked!”

“I told you!” shouts Ben, excited.

“I’ll get the camera, don’t move!” yells Roger as he runs away, almost slipping.

***

2 Weeks Later

***

“Say ma-ma.” you slowly say to your baby, who’s sitting in her high chair. “Ma-ma.”

She smiles widely, her green eyes bright. She slaps her hand on the tiny table and laughs. You smile and continue on with your practice.

“Say ma-ma, baby girl. Ma-ma.”

The boys walk in from outside and smile when they watch their two girls hanging out. They understand what you’re trying to do as they walk up and kiss you.

“Hi, baby!” whispers Roger as he kisses the top of her head, making her giggle.

“You trying to get her to say mama again?” asks Ben, opening a drink from the fridge.

You frown and nod. You look back to her and smile.

“Ma-ma! Ma-m-”

“Dada!”

Everyone in the kitchen freezes as her tiny voice fills the silence.

“Did she just-”

“Don’t even say it.” you warn him, hissing.

“Dada!” she says again.

The two boys hold back laughs as they walk closer.

“She said dada!” Roger whispers, looking at Ben.

“Go get the camera!” says Ben, causing Roger to rush away.

“I can’t believe she said dada! Say dada, baby!” he says to her.

“Dada!” she says even louder.

“Good girl! You’re so smart, aren’t you? Dada!”

“Ben,” you warn him. “Say dada again and it’s the last thing you hear.”

He smirks and grabs your face to kiss you as Roger rushes back in with the camera up to his face.

“Keep that tone of voice and I’ll have you saying dada all night long.”

***

First Day of Preschool

***

“Does she have everything?” asks Ben, a nervous wreck.

It was her very first day of school and the three of you were on edge and super sad. First time your baby girl would be away from you. She was getting so big and it broke your heart. You’re stood in front of her classroom as other little kids played inside. You were already a crying mess as you bend down to face her. She watched the kids inside and her big green eyes looked excited. She looked back to you and smiled. Roger and Ben bend down with you and their eyes are glossy and red as well.

“Are you ready, baby?” you ask her, your voice trembling.

The boys rub your back, trying to calm you. She nods fast.

“I’m ready, mummy.” she says.

You smile and move a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Give daddies a hug bye.” you say.

She rushes to Roger and squeezes his neck before kissing him on the cheek.

“Bye, daddy.”

She rushes to Ben and does the exact same.

“Bye, daddy.”

“Bye, baby.” they both say.

She looks back to you and hugs your neck tightly, surprising you. You hug back and squeeze your eyes shut, allowing a few tears to spill.

“Bye, mummy.” she says softly.

“I love you.” you whisper in her ear.

She leans away and notices a tear on your cheek. She hurriedly uses her tiny hand and wipes it away, making you all smile.

“I love you more.” she says.

You kiss her forehead and stand up, followed by the boys.

“Go have fun, baby.” you say, looking towards the room.

She smiles wide and waves at you all as she turns and rushes into the room with her tiny backpack on. She turns around mid room and waves at you all once more, making you smile and sniffle again.

“She’ll be fine.” says Roger, kissing your head.

“It’s only for a few hours.” reminds Ben.

“I know.” you say. “She’s just getting so big.”

They wrap their arms around you and agree. You all walk away from the room and begin heading to the car. You were the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.

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