𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 10 (finale)

Chapter 10:

The Future & A New Beginning

Hazel's first word was bound to cause chaos.

They had been waiting for it, watching her like hawks every time she babbled, hoping for something—anything—that resembled a real word.

And then, one random morning, it happened.

Hazel was sitting in her high chair, hands covered in mashed bananas, grinning at her moms like she knew a secret.

And then, clear as day—

"Mama."

Everything froze.

Reese gasped, eyes going wide as she turned to Taylor. "Did you—?"

Taylor was already reaching for Hazel, beaming. "Oh my god."

And then, at the exact same time—

"She was talking to me!" Reese insisted.

"No, she meant me!" Taylor shot back.

Reese's jaw dropped. "What the fuck, Taylor? I gave birth to her!"

Taylor scoffed. "And I wrote a song for her!"

Reese narrowed her eyes. "Bitch, I carried her in my body."

Hazel just giggled, slapping her hands against the high chair tray. As if she knew she had just started a war.

Selena, who had been watching from the kitchen island, took a sip of her coffee. "Y'all are ridiculous."

Gracie snorted. "You both are her mom."

Sabrina grinned. "So, technically, she meant both of you."

Reese huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine."

Taylor smirked. "But mostly me."

Reese gasped again, dramatically reaching for a banana to throw at her.

Taylor dodged it, laughing as she ran around the kitchen island. "I knew you were gonna do that!"

Reese chased after her. "You're dead!"

Hazel, watching her moms run around like complete idiots, just giggled again.

And, honestly?

She was probably wondering how she was the mature one in the family.

Hazel's first birthday came faster than either of them expected.

One moment, she was a newborn in their arms, so tiny, so fragile. The next, she was crawling everywhere, pulling herself up on furniture, and getting into everything.

So, yeah. Time was a bitch.

But they were so fucking proud of her.

And of themselves.

Because, somehow, they made it.

Somehow, through the sleepless nights, the self-doubt, the press, the chaos, and the tears—they figured it out.

Together.

The party was small.

They had talked about doing something big—a massive celebration, a backyard full of decorations, a custom cake, the whole thing.

But in the end?

They just wanted something intimate.

So it was just family.

Andrea and Scott. Reese's parents. Austin and his girlfriend. Their friends—Selena, Gracie, Sabrina, and a few others.

And it was perfect.

Taylor watched as Hazel sat in her high chair, eyes lighting up at the cake in front of her. Tiny hands grabbing fistfuls of frosting.

Reese laughed beside her, snapping pictures.

Taylor, without even thinking, turned and kissed her.

It was soft. Sweet. Full.

Reese smiled against her lips. "What was that for?"

Taylor whispered, "Just love you."

Reese melted. "I love you too."

That night, after Hazel was asleep, Taylor and Reese curled up in bed.

Reese, lying against Taylor's chest, sighed softly. "We did it."

Taylor smiled, running her fingers through Reese's hair. "Yeah, baby. We did."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"...Do you think we should do it again?"

Taylor froze.

Reese lifted her head, watching her carefully. "I mean... do you want more kids?"

Taylor swallowed. "I—yeah."

Reese traced lazy patterns against Taylor's arm. "Maybe you could carry next time."

Taylor blinked. "Me?"

Reese nodded. "Yeah. If you want to."

Taylor's heart swelled.

She had thought about it before. Had wondered what it would be like. To feel a baby growing inside of her. To carry a child that was theirs.

She exhaled. "I think... I think I'd like that."

Reese smiled, leaning up to kiss her. "Then let's do it."

Taylor held her tighter.

And just like that—

Their love story found a new beginning.

Later that night, Taylor sat in Hazel's nursery, rocking her gently, singing.

A song she had written just for her.

Reese stood at the door, watching.

And in that moment—

She knew.

This was it.

This was her life.

Her love.

Her forever.

And she wouldn't change a single fucking thing.

a/n: THE END

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