Taylor's pregnant

"It's blue," Taylor says to you through the bathroom at your place as you listen through the other side of it, several weeks having passed since the night you hooked up with her twice, "I'm pregnant."

"Hey...hey...Tay...come here...it's okay baby..." you tell her as you hear her stifling tears, walking into the bathroom and wrapping her up in your arms, "I told you I would be here for you and I meant that."

"My...my...life...is...is...ov-...over..." she cries as she sobs in your arms, the reality of the aftermath of the night she spent with you starting to hit her.

"No...no it's not...I will handle this any way you want me to," you tell her as she dries her eyes and allows you to kiss her, more passion and love behind this kiss than any of the lust-filled ones that led her to where she was, which was pregnant with your baby.

"That was a...different...kiss..." she tells you as she kisses you back, the make-out session leading back to the bedroom as you close the door behind you.

"I'm falling in love with you Taylor," you whisper to her, "I'll admit that I may have just been trying to get in your pussy as a notch on my bedpost when this started, but now I feel like it's a lot more than that. And I want to help you take on the world, if you'll let me."