Hayley's POV

{Five Years Later...}

"T.J, no running in the house," I scolded. T.J gave me that apologetic smile that he inherited from Taylor. That also explained his nickname, T.J. He looked just like his father.

"Sorry, Mommy," he said. I smiled down at him and ran a hand through his hair.

"You too, Isaac," I said sternly to his brother. He had blonde hair and caramel eyes like Taylor's. Isaac was older than T.J by three years.

The front door opened. I knew it was Taylor coming home from work.

"Get ready for dinner, boys," I said.

"Okay, Mom," Isaac chirped. He told T.J to follow him.

"Hey, beautiful," Taylor said as he put his guitar against the dining table. He hugged me from behind and planted a kiss on my cheek as he rubbed my pregnant stomach. "What's cookin', good lookin'?"

"You get cheesier by the minute, don't you, stiff?" I joked with a snicker. "It's spaghetti, your favorite."

"Great," he hummed. He planted a kiss on my neck. "Have I ever told you that you're such a great cook?"

"What do you want, babe?" I laughed.

"Nothing, really. Just a kiss from my amazing wife."

"Can it wait?"

"No." I rolled my eyes at his response and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled, then looked down at my swollen stomach. "How much longer?"

"Two weeks," I said, feeling a warm sensation of excitement in me.

"Gonna finally have a girl in the family," he giggled. "I can't wait to spoil her."

"Why not start now?"

"How?"

"Spoiling me," I teased. Taylor laughed.

"You're still a rebel, aren't cha?"

"Always was," I giggled. I felt small thumps inside me; I knew it was our soon-to-be daughter. I gasped and held Taylor's hand on my belly.

"Is this the first time?" he asked, his eyes bright with his grin. I shook my head.

"She's done it when you're not around. She did it last night when you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up."

"You're too sweet."

"Only when I want to be."

"No doubts on that, renegade."

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After dinner, Taylor helped me tuck T.J and Isaac into bed for the night.

"Daddy?" T.J tried as we made our way out the door. We looked back at him and turned the light on.

"Yeah, kiddo?" Taylor asked.

"Why do you call Mommy rebel?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" Isaac joined in. Taylor and I giggled at our boys' curiosity.

"We'll tell you when you're older," I said with a smirk.

"Why do you call Daddy stiff?" Isaac tried. I giggled at his question and planted a kiss on his blonde head.

"It's a long story," I said. "You two rascals need to get some sleep."

"Do we have to?" T.J whined.

"Yes," I laughed. I kissed T.J on the cheek as I adjusted a brown curl away from his forehead. "I love you, little rascals."

"Love you too, Mommy," they said in unison.

"Goodnight." Taylor and I left their room and went into ours. We lied down on the bed with a relieved sigh, grateful to finally relax after a long day.

"Five and eight, huh?" he chuckled, referring to T.J's and Isaac's ages. I nodded with a giggle.

"They're something else, aren't they?" I chuckled. Taylor nodded with a smile.

"Gotta be ready for this little lady in two weeks," he said, referring to our daughter. "You excited?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "You?"

"You bet, rebel," he giggled. With those words being said, the rest of the night was like the others have been like for the past five years. Taylor and I cuddled, talk, exchange our goodnights and fall asleep together. I honestly loved it that way. I wanted life like this more than anything. And Taylor and I got to share this life together. And that made it worth every second.

The End