Donna and daddy got me back to my room, where I could get dressed.

After I finally convinced Donna I could do it by myself, she went to her room to get dressed herself and prepare my baby's diaper bag; however, not before she fussed me out about not having it ready.

He wasn't due for another two weeks, I thought I had time.

I guess this munchkin has plans of his own.

I couldn't believe he was coming, he was actually coming.

Though I dreamt about this moment since I accepted my pregnancy, I couldn't be more scared.

Was I ready to have him? would I be a great mom? Will Michael be around? So many questions and concerns bounced around in my head, then there it was again that little glimmer of hope.

That small piece in my heart that hoped Michael would be here by my side, holding my hand, reassuring me everything would be fine, but most importantly being there for the birth of his son; his very first child.

"Owww" I clutched my stomach.

I begin to tear up again because of the slight pain, but the pain of giving birth to my child and not even giving Michael the chance to see the birth of his son hurt me just as much.

I always dreamed ever since I was a little girl, that my husband would be by my side and yet here I am alone, young, and unwed. Although I have my parents, I still feel alone.

No matter how mad I am, I have to try.

I have to reach out to Michael in hopes he will show up to the hospital.

If Michael ever does decide to be around more, I do not want him being angry at me for making him miss the birth of his son. Most importantly I don't want my son to ever resent me for not allowing his father to be there for him.

Besides if I were Michael and I missed the birth my child, I'd hate me.

I waddled over to my purse, getting out LaToya's number.

Something in me just told me to call her, even though she was the last person I wanted to talk to at this moment.

Yeah I hated LaToya right about now, but you know what she was the one that was honest with me, even when I didn't want to hear the truth.She tried to be there for me when I lashed out. LaToya was someone I called a friend and now it seems I still call her that; especially after my other friends abandoned me.

I sat on my bed as I slid my feet into my house shoes, sweating profusely.

Luckily LaToya had her own phone line so I wouldn't be waking up the whole house or be paranoid that another Jackson was on the line listening.

"Hello" the groggy voice on the other end said.

"Toya, hey its me Tayler." I said rather quickly because of my nervousness.

I heard muffled noises in the background, indicating that she was sitting up in her bed.

"Hey whats going on? are you ok? you sound like you're hurt?" she concernedly asked.

I felt more tears coming, so I tried to wipe them away. I failed of course and begin sobbing.

"Oh its going to be ok, please don't cry whats going on?" she asked with concern.

"You're right LaToya, everything you said is right" I said through tears, but I tried to speak lowly so my parents wouldn't hear me.

"Huh? I can't understand you honey."

I sighed growing frustrated, not wanting to repeat myself out of fear of getting caught and the irritation of this baby coming out of me.

"Nothing Toya is Michael there?, if he is please don't talk to anyone please go straight to his room and tell him to go to the hospital near my house, I will be there."

I took a deep breath.

"Its time."

Before she could say a word and before Donna finally came into my room I hung up the phone.

"Alright the car is packed up your dad is waiting, lets go have us a baby." Donna said with a smile.

I wish I could be as excited as Donna, but the thought of not having Michael by my side ruined the experience of me bringing a life into this world.

Not to mention this pain was unbearable, I wouldn't wish this on my worse enemy.

"Ok baby girl be careful." Donna instructed me as we tried to get down the stairs.

"OHHHH GOD! why is there so many damn stairs!" I groaned out in pain.

Imagine having a baby coming out your uterus, no medicine, no comfy bed, just walking down stairs.

I attempted to suck up the pain and walk as quickly as I could downstairs.

I finally made it outside. The cool night air mixed with my sweat covered body eased the pain, but only for a moment because as soon as I got to the car door I had another contraction.

Through gritted teeth I yelled, trying not wake up the neighborhood.

And for the umpteenth time today, I begin crying.

"Baby you are going to be alright. Just think he is about to be here." she rubbed my back and continued.

"you have to be strong. You are strong girl, you got it." she finished with a warm smile.

I looked Donna in the eyes as she looked back at mine and I have to admit those words were a bit comforting.

I am strong and I can do this...for my baby.

But I can't help to think that I was doing more crying for something else, rather than for the pain of having a child.

Once in the car I finally looked at my stomach and said a silent prayer.

God please allow Michael to be there with me, father I know I pushed him away but I need him. Please let him be there father. I pray that LaToya didn't tell anyone please let me and Michael be able to tell them, if she did God please direct my hands to beat her ass. Lastly lord please let my muscles be strong enough to keep this baby inside of me while I'm in this car.

"I got you baby don't worry" Donna said as she wiped my forehead and chest.

Michael, please be there.

~

Michael's POV:

It seems like the faster my heart was beating, the faster my car seemed to be going as I followed close behind them.

It took so much out of me not to get out of my car when I saw her outside with her stepmom, while I was cruising down the street she lived on. When I saw her crouched down grabbing her stomach, I wanted so much to kiss her forehead and tell her everything will be alright.

When you love someone you never want to see them in pain, upset, or hurt. Seeing Tayler like that really broke my heart into a million pieces because I really wish I could trade places with her.

She has endured so much: her mother leaving, the death of her brother, ridiculed for the way she looks, losing her record deal, losing friends, being pregnant while going to PUBLIC school and working.

If anyone deserved to go through pain it should be me. I was the one who did this to her, I wasn't there for her, I broke many promises to her and that eats me up each and every time I think about it.

Just seeing Donna comfort her and hold her up made me feel guilty and I yearned to be in that spot. I wanted to be the one to comfort her, I wanted to hold her up.

I can't imagine the pain she's going through now.

Not only does she have to give birth to a baby, but she has to give birth to our son alone.

Our son

That phrase alone brought so much joy to my heart, washed away my guilt and shame, and made me stand a few inches taller.

Now I have someone that will love me unconditionally, who will depend on me and need me. I'm not a parent yet, but just thinking about his arrival just gives me that feeling--a feeling I cannot describe.

It's just instant gratification, like when everything in your world is going wrong then God touches you and makes everything ok; that is what the thought of my son is doing for me.

I will never ever allow anyone to keep me from him, not even myself.

He needs me and I honestly need him.

Is that strange? Someone that I haven't even met has made me into a better person.

"Damn it! Slow down" I cursed as I tried to follow Mr. Holland (Tayler's dad), but got caught at a stop light.

I hope I can catch up in time because he's flying like a bat out of hell.

~

Skip to the hospital

Tayler's POV:

Once I got to the hospital I was immediately rushed to the delivery room.

At first when I arrived the nurse said I had to go to the examination room so she can make sure I am in active labor, but after I cried and cursed a bit she took my word for it and just took me straight to the delivery room.

With the help of Donna I changed into my a hospital gown and finally got to lay in the bed, but the pain was not going away so dad went to go get me some ice chips to calm me down.
I had two nurses. One who was very young that took my vitals and begin hooking me up to machines, I couldn't even hear what she was saying to me because the older nurse had her fingers in my lady pocket. I don't know about you, but if someone have their fingers in your stuff you better pay attention.

Once the young nurse was done hooking me up to various machines I heard my baby's heart beat.

It sounded very fast to me, but it was a sigh of relief knowing that he was alright because I was scared. My baby wasn't moving at all and that put fear in my heart.

"Ok his heart rate is normal, though it sounds very fast it is only because during the birth process your baby is becoming 'stressed' that's why it sounds very fast. Other than that he is fine mom, do not worry. Now I am going to go get an ultrasound machine and we are going to take a look and make sure he is alright."

With that she left and I turned my attention back to the older nurse.

"Alright so baby is in place, but you are only 8 centimeters dilated so you are not ready to push, but you are in active labor." she said while she took her gloves off.

"Mom we didn't ask you, but would you like to be injected with epidural. It will numb the lower part of your body and make the contractions less painful. The only down side is that it will slow the down your labor, so you might be in labor for a few more hours." she explained.

As much pain I was in, I wanted so bad to be able to say I gave birth to a baby naturally.

I want to have that experience at least once, so I declined the offer.

"Ok I will be back later with the Doctor and hopefully it will be time to push, press the button above your bed if you need anything." with a smile she walked out.

I tried so hard to get comfortable, but he wouldn't let me. Donna rubbed back as it was turned to her and begin trying to comfort me with sweet words.

"Donna please I appreciate the support, but it hurts really bad so please stop talking."

I didn't want to be rude, but I am in so much pain that I am frustrated, nervous, and irritated.

"You better be lucky, you're pregnant." then she moved her hands to my round belly and begin rubbing it.

"Please come out before I have to drop kick your mommy for being sooooo mean." she cooed at my stomach.

"Ok I am back Ms. Holland so we can take a look at the baby." the young nurse entered the room.

I didn't want to move from the position I found comfort in, but I had to.

Plus I was really excited to see him just before he makes his appearance into this world.

I lifted my gown and with gloves on she rubbed in some warm gel into my belly then grabbed the controller and begin moving it around.

After a few minutes of looking for him, she found him.

"There he is" she said with so much cheer.

"There are the feet, the legs, and private area." she stopped at the middle of my stomach and showed me his little heart and boy was it beating.

I was so amazed that I could see my baby's heart beating that I didn't noticed the shift in the room and the look on the nurses face. I only noticed because Donna spoke up first.

"What's wrong?" Donna asked.

I adverted my eyes to the young nurse's face. Her lips were parted and her eyes were so focused on the screen, but I can see confusion and fear in them.

"Is my baby ok? what's the matter?" I asked, but she didn't say anything.

"Please tell me he's alright." I stated with worry.

"Uh your baby is fine, unfortunately we have to get him out now."

With that my heart sank and I could hear my own heart rate monitor beeping loudly and rapidly.

"Ok, please explain what is going on?" Donna pressed.

"Ma'am I know its scary, but try to calm down, for the sake of the baby." The nurse attempted to comfort me.

Is she fucking serious? Just a few minutes ago he's healthy and now you have to get him out now!

"You see ma'am Ms. Holland is experiencing what we call a nuchal birth, which means the baby's cord is wrapped around its neck and we have to unwrap it and get him out before the baby is in distress." she explained.

I looked at Donna and immediately put my head into her stomach and wept.

Maybe if I woke my dad and Donna up earlier, we could have prevented this problem. It's all my fault.

God please don't take my baby from me.

Holland Family Residence in the media.