I'd started on my Bamon story but then I changed my mind and decided continuing this one. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews, I absolutely LOVE you guys.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything apart from original characters and everyone's emotions.

"Tay."

Without a word, Taylor exited the car and walked up to her door, opening it without waiting for Troy. She stepped in, turned on the lights and removed her earrings, throwing them and her purse on the table beside her. "Baby, where are your shoes?" His warm breath. The tremble in his voice. His voice. His voice behind her almost made her want to slap him. At this moment in time, all she could think about was wrapping her manicured fingers around his neck and squeezing it. Choosing to ignore him, she began to make her way into the living room. "Baby?" When his hand touched her fingers, those same fingers she kept fantasizing about squeezing his neck with, she jumped back, not realising how much her actions wounded him.

"Don't call me baby, Troy. Right now, you've lost the ability to call me that. Whether you can continue calling me that depends on what you say within the next few minutes Troy so," she sighed and sat down on one end of the sofa, "start explaining." Troy scratched the back of his neck and sat down next to Taylor, moving away as soon as she flinched.

"I don't know where to begin."

"The beginning is the best place to start. How about telling me what the hell happened when you left for California?" Troy looked away as he removed his blazer jacket.

This was going to be a long night.

"I really don't want to go through everything thoroughly, Tay."

"Well tough luck, you have to." The firmness in her voice warned him that she wasn't playing.

"Ok, ok. After I'd left for California, I really was truly missing you like hell. 2 whole weeks passed and I couldn't get you out of my mind. Even though we talked like every day, that wasn't enough for me. Another few days passed and the guys I'd found out I'd be crashing with invited me out. That's where I met Casey. I got mad drunk and we wound up having sex. I felt so bad afterward, you don't understand." Troy snuck a look over at Taylor, whose eyes were no longer watching him. They were in fact glued to the floor.

"Don't lie to me." That took Troy by surprise.

"What?"

"Don't lie to me, Troy. If you felt so bad afterward, why didn't you stop?"

"Because I am a horny idiot who fucked up. That entire summer was spent just screwing Casey and I repeat – I fucked up. I'm sorry." He leaned over and reached for Taylor's chin, smiling when she allowed him to turn her head to face him.

"So what about that night you came back to me? Where you then abandoned me straight after? What happened then?" This time when Troy scooted closer to her, she didn't flinch.

"Long story short – I went to visit Casey and on the way back to Cali I decided to come and see you but after we, you know, I felt so bad and horrible at everything that I had done that I realised I wasn't right for you. You deserved so much better than me." Taylor stood up and covered her mouth with her hand whilst trying to hold back a sob. Troy followed suit and went towards her, staying quiet. "Taylor." When she turned around to face him, tears were making their way down her cheeks and her hand was trembling. "Ba- Tay." Correcting himself, he reached out his arms and tried to pull her into them.

"No! No Troy! Get off me!" she pushed him away and took a few steps back to create a distance between them. "You didn't even originally come to see me? I was... I was just a side thought after you had your fun with Casey?"

"No no no!" he attempted to close the distance between them, arms dropping when she put the space back by walking away. "You could never be a side thought. I'd wanted to see you for so long."

"Don't lie, damnit! You originally went to see Casey and on your way back that's when you decided to come to me. You know what? Fuck you, Troy. Honestly, fuck you. I thought that we'd finally gotten over what happened three years ago and we could move forward with a future together as a family but now with this?" As she was walking to the door, Troy grabbed her and pushed her up against their wall. She looked up and blinked a few times at his blazing blue eyes and how close he was to her. "Get off me, Troy. And get the hell out of my house."

"I'm not leaving Taylor. I am not going to lose you for another three years. I just got you back. Literally, I just got you back a week ago and I just found out I have a daughter. I'm not going anywhere. We are going to work through this shit but we are not going to split up again. I love you Tay, you love me, don't do this because of a stupid ass mistake I made ages ago."

He could feel his heart crumble when he saw Taylor begin to shake and tears cascade from her beautifully done up eyes, instantly ruining her makeup. "Troy please, don't do this. Please. You don't understand-." He covered her mouth with his own, lightly flicking his tongue over her lips. After one more press to her lips, he pulled back.

"I'm going to Sharpay's house now and I'm giving you until Wednesday, Tay. You have three days to make up your mind. You know how sorry I am, but you should also know how much I love you. Don't let this ruin us, please. Don't- don't let me lose you and Ari." He softly brushed away her tears with the pad of his thumbs and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her eyes shut at the connection. "I love you both." With a deep breath, he opened the door. "Three days." Were his last words before leaving the house.

Taylor couldn't contain it anymore and she finally allowed the tears to freely fall. She didn't know what to do. Troy was right, he had made the mistake ages ago and she'd already forgiven him for one mistake made at the same time so why couldn't she forgive him for this one?

He was definitely right about one thing; she loved him. But her anger and hurt was way too much for her at this moment. Perhaps it even overweighed the amount of love she had for him.

-.-

Taylor ran a hand through her hair, instantly messing it up and retreated to her bedroom. She quickly called her mother to check up on Ari and sighed when she hung up. She missed her daughter already. One look at her and she knew she'd be happy again. Unluckily for her, her daughter wasn't there so she'd have to settle for having a hot bath before bed. She had to go to work tomorrow and she was not looking forward to the day at all.

Suddenly, Taylor felt a heavy feeling at the pit of her stomach and before she knew it, she was bent over the toilet bowl spilling out the contents of everything she'd eaten that day. After a few more heaves, Taylor collapsed against the toilet, allowing her head to lie against the cool porcelain bowl. Just as she was getting comfortable and nearly falling asleep, Taylor's phone began to ring. "Hello?" she answered groggily, getting up to wipe her face.

"Are you okay, Tay? I've been trying to call you for a long time but I couldn't reach you. You should be proud of me, as soon as Troy walked through the door; I slapped him hard across his face! He looked so sad though, you must've said some serious stuff to him! Tay, you there? You sound kinda... weird. Oh, baby, your heart must be hurting. Look Taylor, I know you probably wouldn't expect me to be saying this right now but I think you need to forgive him. I know I know, I was the one who slapped him, but that was because I was still disgusted from seeing that video. As I was saying-."

"Sharpay, can you call me back later, I'm really not feeling well?"

"Oh Tay, you sound sick. Yes, I'll call you back later... you know what? I'll come visit you at work tomorrow and bring you lunch. Is that-?" Taylor didn't remember the rest of Sharpay's question. The last thing she remembered was her head falling back on the tiles as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

-.-

Thank goodness Taylor had woken up next to the toilet bowl. She was awoken by that same feeling in her stomach from yesterday and she had to reach over to empty whatever was left in her stomach. She checked the time on her phone and cursed when she realised she had 10 minutes to get ready. After stepping into the shower and allowing the steaming hot water to soothe her aching body. Although she tried to stop them, her thoughts seemed to be all about Troy. She truly did love him but watching that video and hearing about his affair made her heart ache. She wanted to hate him but she knew she couldn't. To be honest, she didn't want to see him or hear from him for the next three days whilst she made up her mind on what to do.

She finished up her shower and decided to wear a navy pantsuit paired with a ruffled white blouse and her patent black platform court heels. Before she left, she called her mother again letting her know she'd be there to pick up Ari around 6 but when her mother answered, there was a slight problem.

-.-

Troy grunted as he threw the ball, cursing when he missed. Again. He'd been out in Zeke's backyard practicing his shots so he'd be ready when he returned to LA on Wednesday but he's been missing each and every shot since he'd came outside. He blamed it on Taylor.

He couldn't focus when he knew she was contemplating ending things between them. Troy wanted to calm his thoughts and think that she wasn't that hurt by his actions to end them once and for all. He prayed that she wouldn't. So that's why he'd given her three days. He was leaving for LA in three days and before he left he was going to make sure that Taylor and he were still together. He definitely wasn't going to lose Ari.

Troy was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the ringing of his cell. Reaching for it, he smiled when he saw the caller ID and thanked God. "Tay, I'm so glad you called, I was thinking about you and-."

"Don't misinterpret this call Troy," she answered wearily, "I need a favour. My mother can't watch Aries today while I'm at work, so can you-."

"You don't have to ask, baby, that's my daughter, of course I will. Where does your mom live?" Troy had already jogged upstairs to go and change into jeans and grab his jacket.

"Troy..." she warned at his endearment, not missing how her palms became moist when the word left his lips and how there was a sudden throb between her legs.

Troy didn't understand the warning till a second later. "Right, I'm sorry. Force of habit." Taylor didn't say anything else, she just gave him the address and was about to hang up. "Taylor... have you thought about it, yet?"

"No, Troy. I have to go; I'll be there to pick up Ari at 6. Thanks again."

"... I lov-." She'd hung up before he had a chance to finish the sentence. Troy sighed and decided that he was going to have to be patient with Taylor until she made her decision. Just as he'd grabbed his keys, a knock sounded at the door. Since Sharpay, Zeke, Chad and Gabriella were all out – Troy was not invited -, he didn't know who it could be. When Troy finally opened the door, his face dropped then twisted in anger.

"I knew you'd be here. Listen, we need to talk."

Casey pulled her blonde hair to the side as she sashayed in, making herself comfortable on the sofa as Troy held onto the doorknob so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

"I won't bite, babe... Unless you want me to." She sent him a wink and Troy knew that it would take everything within him not to kill her.

-.-

"Wow, Tay, what is wrong? You look like death." Blair chided, strolling into her office later on that day. She scowled at him as she handed him his cup of coffee.

"Thanks, Blair. That was the exact look I was going for." He just chuckled at her as she continued to work. Taylor didn't even notice the way Blair's eyes lingered on her for a second too long for them to be deemed friends. "Hey, I was looking over the stock report and-." As soon as she looked up, Blair pretended to be smirking at her. "This isn't funny, Blair."

"On the contrary my dear, I believe it is. Are you ill or something?" She walked towards him and reached for his hand, placing it on her forehead. "You don't have a temperature. What's wrong?"

She sighed and removed his hand. "I don't know. I've just been throwing up a lot since last night and all this morning. I think it was something I ate at the reunion."

"Ah yes. I forgot to ask about that. How was it?" Blair's eyebrow rose at the look of pain that passed Taylor's features. "You know what; we can talk about that later. What is it you were saying about the stock report?"

"Thanks and erm," she turned around to grab the manila file and Blair's gaze fell to her perfectly round bottom, darting back up when she turned back around. "I was looking over the stock report of MJIN and their income statement and cash flow summary doesn't quite add up. I didn't know whether to-." Taylor was stopped when that familiar feeling returned. "Excuse me." She raced as fast as she could into Blair's office and his private bathroom, managing to make it in time to the sink. She felt someone gently pull her hair away from her face and hand her a wipe. "Thanks." She straightened and stared at herself in the mirror. "Must be some bug, huh."

"Or you could be pregnant." Blair stated, staring at her in the mirror and not breaking his stare when Taylor glared at him.

"No that can't be it. Troy and I used protection..." realisation seemed to dawn on her. "Every other time."

"Miss McKessie, you have a visitor." The department receptionist called out from Taylor's office. Taylor sighed and scrambled to get herself cleaned up.

"That's probably Sharpay, she brought lunch. Thanks Blair, again." Blair didn't say anything, only nodded and allowed her to leave. "I am so hoping that you brought some chicken chow mein right now. I need a little Chinese pick me up, girl, believe me." Taylor finally looked up and suddenly stopped walking and chatting when she realised who was there.

"Marcus."

"Damn, you look so good still, Tay."

Taylor suddenly felt nauseous and this time it wasn't caused by her apparent pregnancy...

FINALLY GOT THAT OUT. Wow. Hope you guys like that and sorry for any mistakes

I don't know if MJIN is an actually company, so I made that up. Still, R&R