Taylor trudged up the creaky wooden steps, his work boots heavy on the old floorboards. The house was in an uproar as usual - Max and Ron's voice coming from the living room. The clamor of his siblings' voices grating on his already frayed nerves.

"Damn it, Max! Ron, can't you two keep it down?"

he snapped . Taylor kicked off his shoes by the door with more force than necessary before heading inside.

"Hey! Lazybones! Get your butts out here and help me unload these groceries!"

With a resigned sigh, he shouted instructions, delegating chores to his lazy brothers, knowing full well they'd likely ignore him.

As he stormed into the kitchen, his frustration melted away at the sight of you. It was still early days, but the baby bump was there, a visible reminder of the life growing within you. It wasn't like he loved you so much or anything. It sure as shit hadn't been part of Taylor's plan when he knocked you up on that night when he was drunk. But what was a man supposed to do in that situation? He wasn't about to abandon you like his own father had done to him and his brothers. Besides, he likes kids. Maybe because he had to raise his brat of those brothers all by himself.

Taylor's hand drifted to his pocket where a small velvet box rested. The ring inside was nothing fancy. But it represented everything he had worked so hard for these past few months - long hours at the factory, picking up extra shifts, scrimping and saving every penny

A small smile played at Taylor's lips as he stepped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, his hands resting on your belly protectively,

"Hey there...I'm home!" he murmured,

"How are you feeling today? Everything's fine right! "

He asked quietly, gently stroking your belly

"...and what about my lil bean! I missed you all day!"