Taylor and Matthew were released from the hospital a week later. Taylor was pretty tired, so a celebration was scheduled for a few days later. However, Roger showed up to talk to his sister. She had been avoiding him the whole time she was in the hospital, because he had told their Father about the baby.
"Taylor, please listen to me," Roger begged. "I didn't mean to tell Dad about Matthew. What was I supposed to do…lie to him? Come on, listen to me, please." Taylor handed Matthew over to Mark so she could yell at Roger in peace.
"So what, you're suddenly a model son who can't lie to dear old Daddy?" she retorted sarcastically.
"No, I mean yes, I mean, let me tell you what happened. We were leaving the hospital when I saw Dad. He asked me what I was doing there, and before I even thought about what I was saying, I told him that I was visiting you in the Maternity Ward. He stormed off before I could say anything else. I'm sorry, Taylor. I really am."
Taylor got up, and stormed out of the room. Roger heard her bedroom door slam shut. Sighing, he got up to try and talk to her again. Taylor was sitting on the edge of her bed with her face buried in her hands, sobbing. Roger crouched down in front of her, and took her hands in his own larger, callused hands.
"Taylor I want you
to know how truly sorry I am. I didn't mean to. It just slipped
out. I was an ass, and I really am sorry. Now, tell me why you're
acting like this."
"I thought things were finally going to be cool between me and Dad. I can't tell you how much it hurt to hear him say how disappointed he was in me. It made me feel like a failure. What if I am a failure? What if I can't raise Matthew right, and he grows up to hate me?" Taylor got down on the floor across from Roger, and buried her face in his shoulder.
"No, you'll be a great Mother, and I'll always be here to help you and raise your son." Taylor shook her head back and forth.
"No, no you won't Roger. You're going to be gone soon. As will Collins, and Mimi, and Angel. You all are going to be gone soon, and I can't take that."
"We'll always be her to help you Tay, this I promise you."
Mark stood in the doorway to his bedroom, and silently watched Roger and Taylor interact. Normally he was the one that would race to Taylor's side when she needed help, but this was something only Roger could handle. Mark went in the front room, and found Matthew exactly where he had left him; lying on his back on the couch giggling and smiling. Mark picked him up, and kissed the top of his head. This was his son, and he was damn proud of it.
Later that night, Mark and Taylor were sitting together on the couch. Matthew had finally fallen asleep, and now they were spending some time together. Mark captured Taylor's lips in a passionate kiss. She deepened the kiss as he climbed on top of her. Both knew very well where this was going, but it didn't matter to them. Meanwhile, Collins quietly opened the door to the loft. He wanted to surprise Taylor and Mark, but he was the one that was surprised. Mark was on top of Taylor, both were half naked, and in the middle of a major make out session. Collins quickly averted his eyes to the floor, and put the bag of food Angel had sent over on the ground before leaving. As he walked down the stairs of the building, he shook his head. If Mark and Taylor kept on doing that, they'd have tons of little mini-Cohens running around Alphabet City in no time at all.