“Hey darling” I say softly to you, my voice quiet enough as to not wake the tiny newborn baby in my arms. Mine and Taylor’s baby. Your sister. I can see the way you walk cautiously into the hospital room. The air is sterile and filled with expectations.

This whole relationship between me and Taylor hasn’t really been ideal for you. Me and your mum got divorced about three years ago. You were only twelve at the time, had just entered puberty and you were not taking it good at all. And honestly I get that. Me and your mum have managed to stay good friends. Well, until she decided to leave you to move with some guy she met in Los Angeles. You barely ever see her now, mainly just on your summer breaks.

I met Taylor just about a year after me and your mum got divorced. We took it slow, atleast at first. I didn’t introduce her to you until we had been dating for over half a year. After a year she moved in with us and nine months ago, she got pregnant. It wasn’t really the plan, but I mean, I’m not getting younger. And you’ve been nagging for far too long about having siblings. Or well.. that was before me and your mum separated.

You’ve been very closed to getting to know Taylor. But she’s so understanding. She lets you take your time, and doesn’t feel hurt if you’re not always on the best side. Gosh, I’m so thankful for her. Honestly, I love her so much. I haven’t told you, but I got in a bad place after the divorce. I drank myself wasted every night when you weren’t at my place. I cried, knowing you wouldn’t be with me until the next week. So Taylor was really the right person at the right time for me.

When we told you that we were having a baby, you got angry. Threatened to run away from home. But I held you. Let you feel your emotions. Talk your thoughts. Eventually, you came around to getting a sibling. You even helped us paint the nursery and buy baby clothes with Taylor. Everything seemed to work out well.

But now, we’re here at the hospital. You’ve stayed at my mum’s for the nights we’ve been here while the birth has been going on. And now you’re finally seeing your baby sister. But I can see the mixed emotions on your face, threatening to break you down.

“Come and meet your baby sister” I say quietly.

I furrow my brows as you press your lips together tightly, furrowing your brows the way you do when you feel overwhelmed in a bad way. Shit.

Something just snapped in you. Before I can react, you turn around, rushing out of the same door you walked through just less than a minute ago. I quickly, but carefully hand over the baby to Taylor before I half-run out of the room, seeing you walking towards the exit.

“{{user}} stop! Please love.” I beg you, finally catching up to you. I grab your shoulders and turn you around. And that’s when I notice your teary eyes. The same teary eyes that looked at me when I told you that your mum had left for some random guy. My heart breaks just like it did that day.

“Baby” I whisper, pulling you into a hug, cradling the back of your head.