Michael's POV:

I finally reached the hospital after stopping at a gas station for a quick disguise of sunglasses and a hat, so nobody would notice it was me at the hospital.

Also it took me 20 minutes signing the gas station attendants shirt, something for his daughter, and singing him a song in exchange for the glasses and hat, and his word that he would not notify anyone that I was there.

I was very nervous that I wouldn't know which hospital she would be at, but the direction they were headed in it could only one.

Encino Hospital Medical Center.

I checked myself in the rearview mirror making sure my distinct features were covered up by the glasses and hat.

Afterwards I quickly walked in the entrance of the hospital.

Not wanting to draw any attention to myself because I was very nervous about being there I looked at the directory and saw the maternity ward.

"4th floor" I said to myself.

I searched for an elevator and when I discovered one I pressed the button waiting for it to arrive.

"Come on, come on" I whispered.

Ting!

I climbed inside and pressed four  a dozen times, just when it was about to close some asshole stopped the door from closing with their hand and he hurriedly got inside.

He had a creepy smiled on his face, he seemed giddy.

"I'm going to have a baby." he said.

I snickered due to his statement.

"Congratulations" I said with a voice deeper than my own.

"I mean-my wife-my wife is going to have a baby." he said.

My wife

Would this baby mean that I had to marry Tayler. Being a Jehovah's witness meant that there was no sex before marriage and if it were left up to mother and Joseph I would have to marry her.

Its not that I don't, but I want to marry her because we both love each other. I don't want her to feel I'm marrying her just because of the baby.

I truly love her.

After everything that has transpired I wondered will she still have me? After all, she did say she didn't love me anymore.

Does she still love me?

But then again will love even be sufficient enough. Am I ready to be a husband? Hell I'm not even ready to be a father.

The ding of the elevator quickly snapped me out of my thoughts and made me realize this strange man was still running his mouth.

Once the doors open, without hesitation we both ran out of the elevator.

"I'm having a baby!" he yelled as he went to a room I presumed belonged to his wife.

I realized immediately I didn't know what room she was in and as excited as I was about my son being born, I was nervous about talking to someone.

I feel as if they could see right through my façade and call some magazine and report the story.

Before I could let my thoughts become more negative I spotted Mr. Holland with a cup in his hand and I ran up to him.

"Excuse me sir I have to get to my daughter." he tried to walk pass me, but I grabbed his shoulder.

"Mr. Holland, its me." I pulled my sunglasses down onto my nose so he could see my eyes.

"Michael?" he whispered.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I took a deep breath in and I felt like I would pass out.

My heart was in my throat and I felt the blood travel to my face.

It was now or never.

I had to tell him the truth.

I had to do it.

For my son.

~

Tayler's POV:

"It's going to be alright just breath and calm down. Crying isn't going to help baby." Donna said.

"Remember you cannot put more stress on the baby." she added. 

As I wept into her arms I could get a few words out. 

"If I would've woke you and daddy up earlier-I could've-I could-he wouldn't be going through this." I breathed out the last few words. 

"Oh no sweetie, there is nothing that you could have done. Nuchal births are actually normal and they happen most of the time because the baby wiggles around so much that it baby gets caught in the cord. It's actually nothing to worry about because the cord is protected by Wharton's jelly, which protects the blood vessels so right now your baby is able to breath just fine." the nurse explained.

How could she say he is fine?

My baby having a cord around its neck does sound safe to me.

"If he is safe, why must he be delivered now?" Donna questioned.

"Because we have to go in and try to get the cord from around his neck and if we manage to get it from around his neck she will possibly be fully dilated and he will be ready to be delivered. However if we cannot get it from around his neck, we have to deliver him just to ensure he is fine, plus Ms. Holland did tell the other nurse that the baby has not moved and that could be a bad sign."

Wait! Did this heffa say they have to go in? How? 

It was bad enough that I have to push out a human being, but now some Doctor has to put his hand in me just so they can get the cord from around my baby's neck. 

That thought terrified me even more and it showed on my heart monitor.

"Donna I can't, I can't do it." I cried some more. 

"Listen to me baby, yes you can. Don't you want to see him? Don't you want him to get here safely?" she asked. 

I shook my head yes to every question.

Just because I wanted all those things, does not mean I can't be scared.

Does that make me a bad mother?

"Now I'm going to inform your daddy about what's going on and we'll both be by your side." she promised.

"Donna please don't go." I sniffed.

"I'm scared." I added.

"Baby girl look at me." she pushed some stray hairs on my head back and looked me in my eyes.

"I'm just going to tell your daddy what's going on because he is taking long and I know you want the both of us to be here right? So just let me go get him and tell him what's wrong and we'll both be back." with that she kissed my head and quickly left the room. 

Soon after she left, Dr. Jenkins came in with the older nurse right behind him. 

"Hello Ms. Holland. I know its been a few days since I seen you and I know you weren't due for two more weeks, but he is ready." he began.

"Nurse please get her prepped." he instructed one of the nurses while he sanitized his hands and started putting gloves on.

I was so drained from crying I just laid there with my lips swollen and parted trying to regulate my breathing and calm myself down.

"I know you are scared, but honestly sweetie he is fine. This situation really happens often and the baby is always safely delivered, so please don't fret. You are about to have a baby." he tried to lighten up my mood with the last statement.

I was just numb at this point.

I was tired of crying, tired of being scared, and tired of hoping. 

By this time I realized that Michael was not here. 

Maybe he didn't want to come or maybe LaToya didn't tell him.

I couldn't worry about what ifs and maybes right now. 

At least not now.

~

Back with Michael and Mr. Holland

Michael's POV:

I played this scenario in my head many times, but never where I was alone with Tayler's father. I always pictured that we would tell him together or I would at least tell my parents first. 

SPEAK UP!

I couldn't find the words, I guess I thought they would appear on the tile floor because that's where my eyes were fixated.

"Son what are you doing here? I really need to get back to Tayler." he said.

I guess I was taking too long to say anything because he tried to take a few steps and I let it out.

"Mr. Holland, he's mine." 

Usually when I spoke about the baby it came out like bile, but this time it was sweet.

It felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

It felt as if the black cloud that covered me was disappearing and fluffy white clouds opened to shine light on me.

Yeah, that's how my son makes me feel.

"What did you say?" he asked.

His tone was not intimidating, but I was scared to say it again.

Although I was confident up until this point, I was afraid to say it again. I was fearful what he might do or say.

"What did you say?" he repeated before I could even let my thoughts consume me once more.

"He's mine." I said again.

He was quiet, but his eyes told me exactly what he was thinking.

What do you mean? How? What the hell is going on?

"Look Mr. Holland I know you are confused, just please listen to me." I pleaded.

Please come up with something good to say.

After he nodded, I begin speaking.

"If I don't say this now, I might not ever say it again. I know its wrong and we both should've spoke up, but she was trying to protect me so I am the one at fault. She lied, she wasn't raped. The baby is mine. I know how angry you must be, but Mr. Holland I was so scared of what my parents may think, what the record label may do or how the fans will react. I know that may sound selfish and not be a good reason, but its true. I was truly scared, but I should've been brave. I should've been brave enough for her, but now I am going to brave enough for my son." I paused thinking of what else to say. 

I didn't want to get Tayler in trouble and I didn't want them to be angry at her so I had to think of more to say to make this horrible situation seem light, though it wasn't.

"I love her and- and I know she loves me. That's why she tried to protect me, she didn't want me going through the same thing she went through. Truth be told I was putting her through hell while she was going through hell already because I didn't stick by her side. Mr. Holland, I want to be there for your daughter now and I want to be there for my son. I want to raise him to be a better man than me, I want to teach him how to be a man and how to own up to your responsibilities. I also want to teach him that if you love a woman, you treat her like one." I stopped again. 

I was not done, I could go on and on. 

I just had to look at his face. The whole time I talked I was looking passed him and I hope he didn't think I was lying because of that because everything I was said was true. 

I do love her and I want to raise my son with her. 

After about a second of not speaking, he was about to speak up, until.

"Ed!" 

We both looked to the left and there was Donna rushing down the hall. 

Judging by the look on her face and the tone of her voice, this can't be good.

"Michael,what are you doing here?" she asked once she reached the two of us. 

"Never mind that, baby what is wrong?" Mr. Holland asked her. 

"The baby, he-he-he got the cord wrapped around his neck. Baby I have tried to calm her down, but she is a wreck and we need to go in there now. The Doctors they are about deliver him now, we have to go." she began tugging on his arm.

But he stopped her. 

Then she looked at him, he then looked at me and both of their eyes were on me. 

~

Back in Tayler's room:

Once the nurse put my legs in the stirrups, the Doctor pulled back the covering that hid my naked lower body and I soon felt embarrassed more than anything. 

What if its ugly? or smells because of all the sweating? 

Those thoughts soon made me realize I still have the mind of a child, no matter if I was having my own.

Where is Dad and Donna? 

I need them.

I need somebody here.

I felt tears burn my eyes and I put the side of my face in the pillow.

"Its alright sweetie, the more you relax it won't be too uncomfortable." the older nurse instructed while taking my hand.

"Ok Ms. Holland." he looked down.

"The baby is actually crowning." Dr. Jenkins said. 

"No, I can't I need my Dad and mom here, please go get them first." I pleaded.

"Sweetie please calm down." the older woman instructed.

I was so sick of everyone telling me to calm the fuck down, it was becoming annoying. 

I am giving birth to a baby, whose daddy has a fat ass dome head, who isn't here. My baby has a cord around its neck, and I have no numbing medicine. 

How am I supposed to be calm?

But before I could lay it on her real thick about calming me down. 

The door opened and in walked...

Michael!

"Uh young man unless you are the father you cannot be in here." Dr. Jenkins spoke up.

In unison we both managed to say 

"He is the father."

"I am the father."

Then we both stared at each other as he approached my bedside.

Hearing Michael say that, warmed my heart and I really was at peace now. 

This is how I pictured it, this is exactly what I wanted.

Michael grabbed my shaking hand; he kissed my hand and then my forehead.

"I'm so glad you are here." I whispered in his ear. 

"I wish you could take that stupid stuff off though." I commented on his hat and glasses attire.

But he ignored me and slightly put his glasses down and those beautiful orbs stared back at me.

"I glad I'm here too."

There it was, there it was tingling inside of me again. 

Not hope, or gratification. 

No, it was love. 

I was so consumed with the essence of Michael that I was not paying attention to what the Doctor was doing until I felt his whole hand inside of my vagina. 

I cried out in slight pain and gripped Michael's hand harder. 

I tried to move to get comfortable, but the older nurse held me down a bit.

"You have to relax sweetie."

"I can't do it." I said.

Michael shushed me and in my ear he whispered to me.

"Yes you can baby, he is almost here. I know you are scared, but I am here now. It's ok." he sweetly said.

What is this, my 100th time crying? However, I wasn't crying from pain. I was crying because since I became pregnant that's all I wanted to hear Michael say. I just wanted him to be with me and tell me everything will be fine.

And here he is now. 

"Ms. Holland I cannot get the baby's cord unwrapped, its too tight. Now you have to start pushing." Dr. Jenkins said. 

I looked at Michael through his glasses then laid my head against his arm.

"I am going to count to three and you are going to bear down and push as hard and as long as you can." Dr. Jenkins instructed.

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

I nodded, although I really wasn't.

"1..2..3!" he counted.

I bore down and I pushed. I tried to groan through my teeth, but I couldn't and ultimately screamed out. 

"It's alright, baby girl you are doing fine." Michael said to me.

Then he looked at my vagina and I saw this look on his face. 

Like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. 

"1..2..3!"

With Michael being my motivation, I pushed harder. 

"Ok, we got the cord from around his neck. Two more big pushes and he's out."

Michael immediately snatched his glasses and his hat off, revealing a lumpy afro and those eyes. 

The room fell silent; however being the professionals they are, they quickly went back to what was more important. 

My baby.

"1..2..3!"

I pushed again and I yelled out this time. 

"One more baby, one more." Michael attempted to encourage me.

With so much love in his eyes Michael leaned in and pecked my lips.

It was subtle, yet sweet and passionate.

I craved more, but that would have to wait. Especially since it was that same craving and passion that got me into this mess now. 

"One more now." Dr. Jenkins ordered.

I pushed with all the strength I had. 

Then I immediately felt relief and then a light weight on my chest. 

"He's here." the older nurse said and placed him into my arms.

I was so amazed that all I could do was cry, but I noticed my baby didn't make a noise. He was in fact turning blue. 

"I'm so sorry Ms. Holland, but we have to take him now!" the older nurse said.

And with that she snatched my baby out of my arms and placed him into an incubator. 

Again which seemed like the 1000th time today, I cried.

But this time I cried in Michael's arms and you know what?

He cried with me.