BREAKING FREE SEQUEL!!!!!

[writefiction]

damn. I couldn't help myself. I just finished the first chapter of the sequel and decided I just HAD to post it. I'm all excited to write this and have you read it. So here it is!

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Title/Chapter: Trapped Inside Your Eyes
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: G - no bad words or anything.
P.O.V.: switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Word Count: 1,061
Notes: Sequel to Breaking Free. Starts about two weeks after Breaking Free ends.
Other Notes: Title comes from the song Time for Miracles
Summary: Andy has been keeping a secret. She cut off all ties with her best friend Zac just to keep this secret under wraps. What happens when the cat’s out of the bag? Whose lives will she take down in the process?

 

CHAPTER ONE

TAYLOR’S POV
October 2007

After putting Jenna and Penny down for their naps, I make my way downstairs with the baby monitor in hand. I pass by the front door and stop in my tracks when I hear something that sounds like a baby crying. The weird thing is, it’s not coming from my baby monitor. I listen carefully, holding my breath so it doesn’t interfere with what I’m hearing.

After a moment I hear it again and I swear it’s coming from outside. I make my way over to the door and quietly open it, peeking outside. There on my front doorstep is a baby bundled up in a car seat. I step outside and look around. There’s no one in sight. I grab the baby seat by the handle and the diaper bag next to it and bring the little baby inside.

The baby cries as I bring him in to the living room and set the carrier down on the coffee table. I sit down across from the infant on the couch and that’s when I notice the note tucked in beside him. Zac’s name is scrawled on front of the envelope in loopy cursive writing. I decide to open it and pull out the note. I read it, tears beginning to burn in my eyes the further in to the letter I get.

When I’m done, I put the note on the table and wipe my eyes with the back of my hands. The little boy is still crying. I have so much anger towards him, but I push it aside. He didn’t ask to be brought in to this world and right now he needs comforting.

I undo his straps and gently pick him up from the car seat. I rest him against my shoulder, rubbing my hand in soothing circles against his back. Then I stand and begin pacing in front of the coffee table, cooing softly to him, trying to get him to calm down. It works after a while and he falls asleep, his thumb in his mouth.

　

ZAC’S POV

I open the front door and walk inside, putting down the grocery bags. As I hang up my coat I announce, “We now have milk, formula, diapers, pull-ups and gas in the car.” I turn around and freeze. Taylor is standing by the coffee table rocking from side to side with a little baby in his arms. “Did you adopt again without telling me?” I tease. My husband holds a piece of paper out to me. I silently move over to him and take the note. I recognize the handwriting immediately.

Dear Zac,

This is our son, Jackson Walker Hanson. He was born March 14^th, 2007. I know this must come as a surprise to you, but he’s ours. It only takes once --or twice-- you know. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep him. I can’t keep the reminder of what we had, even if it was only one night. I’m still in love with you and seeing Jackson every day hurts beyond compare.

When I get back to Boston I’ll go to the court and give up my parental rights so Taylor can adopt him. Then the two of you and Jenna can be a real family to him. He won’t be mine anymore. He’ll be yours. It’ll be just like when we had Jenna: you and Taylor are the parents and I’m just the surrogate.

I also need you to know that we can’t be friends anymore. I can’t see you or talk to you. I just can’t act like everything’s okay because it’s not. Not for me anyway. I hope the four of you have a wonderful life together.

I love you,

Andrea

I crumple the letter in to a tiny ball and throw it to the ground. Taylor hands me another piece of paper. “What’s this?” I ask.

“It’s the results of a paternity test,” he explains. “Andy had Jackson’s DNA tested against Aaron’s and this says he’s not the father. I guess she wanted to prove to you that you are this baby’s father.”

I crumple this paper up too and toss it down. I scrub my face roughly with my hands and look at my husband, feeling lost. “What do we do?”

“We? We aren’t going to do anything,” he says, his voice low and angry. “You need to figure out what you’re going to do.” He gently hands the sleeping baby over to me. I look down in to the little boy’s face and, god, he’s beautiful.

Taylor heads towards the stairs. “Where are you going?” I ask him. He stops, hanging his head, then turns towards me.

“I’m taking the girls and going to Mom and Dad’s,” he answers.

“For how long?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know.” Then he makes his way up the stairs.

My eyes burn with unshed tears.

How is this my life?

I sigh and sit down on the couch with the little bundle in my arms. After a while Taylor comes back downstairs with a bag for him and one for each of the girls. “Tay,” I murmur. He stops, his hand on the doorknob and turns to look at me. “You can’t be serious,” I say. “You’re really going to leave me when I need you the most?”

“I need to think some things through,” he replies. “And I think you do too.” Then he heads out to the car and puts the bags in the trunk. I watch as he comes back inside and goes back upstairs. He comes down a moment later with Penny in her infant seat and Jenna against his shoulder, her thumb in her mouth.

“Tay, please don’t do this,” I plead, standing up from the couch.

“Don’t, Zac,” he says. “Just don’t.” That’s all he says before he walks out of the house with our daughters, straps them in the car and takes off. I sit down on the couch, letting a few tears fall. Then I wipe my eyes on the back of my wrist. I sigh and look down at the little baby asleep in my arms, his thumb in his mouth. He’s definitely Jenna’s brother.

Not knowing what else to do, I pick up my phone and dial the only person I can think of. “Hello?”

“JD,” I whimper.


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Stay Tuned for Chapter Two!

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Comments

[rachie-grl6.livejournal.com]

AhhHhhhhhshshshsh! Can't believe you already updated!?!?!? LOL - I'm jealous of your writing abilities as mine are seriously stuck in the mud right now. :P

AND HOLY BALLS - seriously Andy just left the baby there? on the steps? and I understand that it's a shock but it's not like Zac said he was going to go back with Andy cause she had another one of his babies so why is he running away? Taylor COME BACK!!!!!!!!!! (and bring your adorable daughters back too.)

IDK - maybe he (Tay) is kinda jealous of the fact that Zac has two biological daughters where he (Tay) couldn't find a surrogate to carry his baby. That has got to hurt a little bit. As much as he loves Jenna, I can see where Tay doesn't want to play "daddy" to Zac and Andy's ready-made family.

Also - totally wrong about little Penny being Andy's but your comment totally made me think I might be right. BUt lskdjfoiewhfkls;jfklsdj it's a boy!!!!!!!!!! That's so exciting.

And now I'm sitting here commenting and getting later and later for work. Bah - gotta get up and get going. :)

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS STORY!!! Can't wait for more. And my boys better work something out and be a family again because they really only got a few months of happy and they deserve a lot more.

p.s. Happy St. Patty's Day!

[writefiction.livejournal.com]

OMG I LOVE THIS COMMENT!

Don't be too jealous I have other things I'm supposed to be working on like TSI which is due SOON!

I'm pretty sure Andy has issues.

I thought we needed to throw a little boy in the mix ;)

Just so you know, I'm a sucker for a happy ending. I don't like ending things badly, although I have done it before. But it was the one year anniversary of my friend's death so it kind of bled in to my fic *shrug*

And srsly, I absolutely love this comment. It's the best one everrrrrrr! And a Happy St Patty's Day to you too! KISS ME! I'M IRISH! (no srsly)