Author's Note:Well I finally decided to upload this after fighting within myself for months to create another Sheamus fic. The prologue is a flashback of what is more to come, this is simply the backstory. Enjoy.

Prologue

"You have a sick mother, the last thing you need to deal with is a small child."

Those were the last few words that came to mind before it finally dawned on me that she didn't want me in his life; the mother of me child didn't want me to have any role as co-parent of the little life that was forming inside of her, nevermind the numerous times that stated me presence in the baby's life would be more than just some weekend visitor or some deadbeat who only came to visit when he was done sorting out his own priorities in life. No doubt in mind there deem to be more than enough on me plate when it came down to even facing life itself, however it was no reason at all that meant for one second I wouldn't be a good father to the tiny life which was bound to come at any moment in time.

As the second it came to me attention that the seed we planted together would make it's way into the world in the next seven months or so, the only image me mind could play out were the one's of the small form that await us with ten fingers and toes, a tiny button nose, and of course a tuft of fine, red hair - the last feature totally a part of wishful thinking, but nevertheless a feature that he and she would come to appreciate the older they were, as I did. After the first few scenarios took place, others, which included the sex of the baby, finally telling our families the good news, and the safety precautions she would now take as a mother, the visions swarming me psyche were quickly given a sudden closure to take in the fact that this baby was not only created out of love, but hurt as well.

They always say it's best to keep your friends away from your girl over the fear of losing them at the mere blink of an eye. Now I wasn't the type to steal what's not mine, however I also wasn't the type to leave someone when they were at one of their lowest points in life - how could I when I meself was going through a struggle of me own? Me mother was going through a never ending battle of leukemia that just wouldn't cease, even if she found out the news of her first grandchild, not to mention the more she lie in the hospital, the sicker she became, so it wasn't if I could express me grief out loud. I needed someone I knew, someone who wouldn't judge me over the stress that came with tears over the fact that me mother would possibly never leave the hospital again since she was too weak to function without a machine by her bedside. So that's when I went looking for Drew - me buddy, me chum, and me old pal, although what I found standing in the threshold of the hotel room was the crying figure of none other than the woman who would eventually be the mother of me child. We just didn't know it. Not her, not me, and definitely not Drew.

Through the semi-dark room where it seemed as if she had been crying the last hour or so, it didn't take long before she realized I wasn't in the highest of spirits meself. That night happened to be the first time we ever stood in a room alone together. No Drew in sight, which only made the walls surrounding the two of us exceptionally tighter - the first reason a rocket scientist himself could figure out from a mile away, however Taylor and I were just too oblivious to realize such. The only thing we were aware of the night our child was made is that we each needed someone to flesh out the conflict we both found ourselves going through.

Taylor wasted no time in sitting me down, the desperation dripping from her voice a clear sign that maybe it wasn't just me who was feeling full of need that evening, it was her too. Me thumbs twiddled in hopes of not saying the wrong thing to her since she seem to be on edge too, a half-smile tugging at the corner of me face to lighten the situation although it certainly wasn't possible. Before she could see me poor attempt at making the setting between us any better, the younger woman already disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water for me that wasn't requested, but definitely needed. Others told me, yet I didn't want to believe it, but it seemed as if me body was even paler than usual, no thanks to the lack of liquids or sleep that came with the grief over me mother.

The younger woman's tiny frame took a seat next to me own, her eyes closing at the mere thought of what I would eventually find out the reason for her sorrows. Come to find out, she and Drew had been planning on a child for years now, however when the time came to ask of the reasons why they were still without child, she was thrown for a loophole hours earlier by the statement that a couple never wanted to hear: the woman was infertile. Didn't help matters that she was told the news right after he left for Texas, which would be no easy way to tell over the telephone.

"I shouldn't be dumping my problems on you, you're going through enough of your own with your mother," she stated, a forced chuckle dripping from her lips to escape the reality that she would never have kids. Anybody could see that this was affecting her, though. Her petite form trembled while her hands continued to rub together to rid herself of the the constant reminder that she would never carry a child to full-term.

"That I am, but it still doesn't mean I wouldn't want to listen to your story any less." Me eyes closed at the faint contact of Taylor's chin on me shoulder, her hand rubbing me arm in a soothing manner. The tears came down instantly, me lip quivered in such shame, for it wasn't every night that I showed these emotions in front others, Taylor of all people. We were at a point where we'd known each other well over a good five years, however the fact we were showing a rather vulnerability to one another was foreign to us both.

Me eyes opened to the subtle image of Taylor, her brown hues meeting me blue one's in the effort to check on me well-being. Here I was trying to put up a front that she could clearly see right through, me voice damn near ready to crack the longer the visions of me mother crying out in pain when she thought I wasn't anywhere in sight or the daily façade she put up just to ensure that me two sisters and I didn't have to see her this way, came into play. Her small hand swept away the tears that were starting to form, me mind screaming to just suck it up while me body couldn't but expel the salty liquid that wouldn't stop even if I tried.

During this time, I wasn't quite sure if it was the pain or rather a sudden rush of boldness, but the only thing I wanted to do at that very moment was to kiss the younger woman's lips the longer she fell under me gaze. Me mind had no clue that it was because I'd accumulated feelings for her over time, how it came to be was yet another uncertainty that at the time I couldn't even explain. She was best friend's girl, what did I look finding meself even remotely attracted to her? Except I did, whether me grief wanted to admit that or not. Me hand grasped her neck while the mere feel of her touch reached me face, me eyes rolling to the back of me head instantly. Before I knew it, the two of us were settled in a sweet kiss, one that would be of many more to come as the night when on.

By the time we were on the third kiss, it was pretty obvious as to where this would lead to - a night we would end up paying for until the day we died...or better yet I would end up paying for, that is if Drew didn't get to me first.