Chapter 85: Chapter 85

We arrived at The Hilton private airport and while I went for Reign who looked so exhausted from the long trip, Taylor made her way out of the plane. The attendants help us with our bags and we walk out of the airport and to our waiting black limo. The driver gets down and opens the door for Taylor and she enters and I enter, helping Reign take her seat comfortably before closing the door. With the help of the driver, the attendants set our bags into the boot of the car and we stayed quiet.

I feel Reign's soft and small hand on mine and I glance at her. Her green eyes are worn and weary and my heart goes out to her.

It is obvious she is tired even if she doesn't make it obvious, "Is this home?" she asks in a small voice.

I nod, "Not the car, but this is your mom's country, she was born here." I explained.

She remains quiet for a moment before asking, "Where was dad born?"

"Italy. Dad was born in Italy just like you, but that was a long time ago." I explain to the girl looking curiously at me.

"Like Genesis?" she asks with her eyes squinting.

I can't help the laugh that tears through my throat when she says this. "No, not as old as Genesis in the Bible, like thirty-three years ago okay?"

Her eyes almost pop and began counting her fingernails from number one and I watch her carefully when she finally reaches her count to thirty-three, she blinks rapidly and in a cute perplexity and her mouth drops open. "Daddy must be rea..eally old then, it is a long way to thirty-three."

That makes me laugh out loud and I glance at my angel marvelled by her smart analysis of my words. "Yeah, daddy is really getting old."

I remember my plans as a young adult was to date Phoebe, get married to her in my mid-twenties and we would wait a few years before starting a family. Then I saw myself becoming a father at the age of thirty-one... That was two years ago and though settling down didn't happen as I hoped, I have an amazing daughter that means the world to me right now.

Taylor who seems to be afar off with her thoughts begins to pull out her phone from her purse and after tapping on it a few times places it to her ear. "Hello, Mycole."

"Who's this?" says a rather friendly feminine voice from the other end of the line. The voice is low but I can still hear it and so can Reign.

Taylor frowns, but replies. "It's Taylor. Mycole's friend. Can I talk to him?"

"He's in the shower." the polite woman replies and Taylor blows out air from her mouth a habit she does when she gets impatient or annoyed, but now I cannot tell which of the feelings she is having. After a brief moment, the voice comes on again. "He's out now."

The is a ruffle and inaudible murmurs at the end of the line then a much masculine voice speaks up. "Taylor?" Come the faint voice as he called Taylor's name from the other side.

"Finally! Was wondering when you were going to pick up." She says in a pissed off tone.

"I was taking a bath." Is his reply, the same as the reply lady had earlier given her.

"Who's the lady? Your girlfriend?" Her voice comes out harsh and hostile and for a second I thought she was angry he was with a female.

There's silence for a while before his voice comes back up again. "She's my wife, Taylor," he replies and Taylor brows shoot up in surprise.

"Wow." She breathes in, getting over her astonishment, but doing that with a struggle. "Could have told me," she says with an accusing voice.

Mycole sighs deeply. "I tried to, I couldn't get to you, nobody could, it was like you didn't want to be reached. This is the first time I'm hearing your voice in four years Taylor. We tried reaching you four years ago when Jack was getting married, but we couldn't."

I couldn't blame him, Taylor had shut out everyone from reaching her in the past four years, she had shut me out more than I can remember so I kind of understands his point.

"I'm back now, Mycole, can you call the rest together for dinner tonight?" She asks, taking on a much quiet voice.

"I'll try, can't assure you that your brothers would want to come together to see you." He says as he sighs in frustration.

"They might not show up if you tell them I'm the one who wants dinner with them, just tell them it's a casual dinner, leave me out of it. Please?" Her voice goes weak and manipulative, something I'm quite used to.

She does that when she needs something and it always works... At least I know it works with me.

"Okay." He replies.

"Thank you so much Myclole, I knew I could count for you." She says, before ending the call.

Flashback

"Don't go, Keenan, please!" Taylor pleaded as she ran after me while I hurriedly walked to the car. I didn't turn to her, instead, I opened the door to the car and kept my bag in it.

I had gathered a few of my things and I was planning to stay at the Hilton family resort which was a few hours from here and will be there for the next few months.

"Keenan, please." She hugged me from behind and I halted silently waiting for her to let go. "Don't go." She desperately sobbed into my shirt and I felt weakened, I wanted to stay but I was in love with her and I wanted her to be safe and I didn't know how I could survive knowing that she might never love me back, or worse hurt herself. The torture was unbearable and I told her I was moving away for the next month. I knew my decision to go away was kind of selfish because I was doing this mainly because I felt hurt that she couldn't love me back, but I had to stay away from her it was the only way I could heal.

The past two months haven't been helpful. My relationship with Taylor became unsteady and most times I didn't know if we were friends or more. Some days we were hot for each other and others we were cold and Taylor mood swing didn't help matters either. We were in a situation that we weren't supposed to be in, especially because we weren't in relationships. It was worse because neither of us could define what we were doing.

What was happening between us was also strange, starting from the fact that she began calling me Rory most times and would either become afraid or she would get mad at me. Yesterday she had gotten furious over a little disagreement and called me Rory when I talked about taking precautions for the baby since she was getting close to her ninth months and she threatened to run me through with a knife and she needed up cutting me on the wrist when I tried to tell her I wasn't Rory.

I knew she needed help, but first I didn't want to put her at risk or complications with unnecessary stress especially at this stage of her pregnancy. She needed peace and quietness and she wouldn't have that as long as I'm here beside her.

This was as good for me as it was for her, but it was mostly for me.

"Taylor." I turned to her and cupped her face, wiping off her tears so she could stare at me. "This is for the best for the both of us right now. At this stage of your pregnancy, the last thing you need is stress and I realise that's what you're gonna have if I stay. I care about you too much to let that happen to you."

"Keenan, I don't want to be alone, please don't go." she cried harder and I helplessly stared at her. "Don't leave me."

I shook my head, I needed to make her understand that I was not going anywhere ever. "I'm not leaving you, Taylor, never. I'll be back, we both know that I will be back." I kissed her forehead and let her go.

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