This story is meant to be a sequel to my other story 'Insecurities' about Taylor and Ryan from the OC, so you can read that one if you want to have some more background information about the story but it's not really necessary as I'll pretty much tell you everything in this story.

Okay, basically Ryan and Taylor have been married for about 2 years now and have just had a baby girl, Emily Paige Atwood.

This story will be about events in Ryan and Taylor's lives with mention of other OC characters, e.g Seth, Summer, Sandy, Kirsten, Julie, because an OC story wouldn't really be complete without them. The events will jump forward in time, maybe a few months, weeks etc.

Anyway, on with the story...


Year: 2015

Ryan and Taylor's Bedroom - 2am

Ryan and Taylor were both fast asleep in bed, when a baby's cries blasted from the baby monitor on the bedside table.

Taylor looked over at the clock radio and groaned. She looked over at her husband who was still asleep, then began to shake him, "Ryan, Ryan wake up!" she whispered.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked sleepily as he woke up. Hearing Emily's cries he continued, "Oh, that."

"Honey can you go get Emily please?" Taylor begged. "I got her last time, and I was up with her all last night, remember?"

"Uh, do I have to?" he groaned, shoving his pillow over his head in attempt to block out the noise Emily was making, as well as Taylor's voice. "Let's just leave her, she'll fall back asleep eventually."

Taylor frowned, then grabbed the pillow off Ryan's head.

"Hey, what did you do that for?" Ryan asked, playfully trying to snatch the pillow back off his wife, who was to quick for him.

"Ryan, please just go get Emily," Taylor asked in a calm voice. "Please, please, please, please?"

"Okay," Ryan gave in.

"Thanks honey, I love you," she smiled, giving him a kiss.

"I love you too," he replied, getting out of bed, "but you're getting her next time."

He then left the room. Taylor rolled her eyes with a smile, then snuggled back under the covers of her bed.


Emily's Bedroom

Ryan entered his daughters room and approached the crib where the crying baby lay.

"What's wrong Em?" Ryan asked, picking her up. "Are you hungry? Do you need a new diaper?" -Ryan checked Emily's diaper- "No? Okay, come on, talk to me, Daddy needs a little help here," of course he got no response but continued talking to the baby. "Not very talkative today are we? You probably get that from me, cos if you were like your mother you would have been born talking."

Ryan glanced over at the armchair in the corner of the nursery and decided to sit down. He looked down at the baby in his arms who's big blue eyes were open wide and watching her father curiously. Ryan smiled, "You're not sleepy? No...neither am I. Well, actually I am, but I'd rather be sitting here with you."

Seeing that Emily was still awake and listening eagerly, Ryan continued talking, "You know, I'm not really very good at this Dad stuff yet so you're gonna have to teach me all your little tricks and noises you seem to like so much."

Ryan just watched his daughter for a moment. The newborn's eyes were slowly becoming less alert and starting to close as she let out a small quiet yawn, "Now you're getting tired huh?" he whispered with a smile.

"Honey," said Taylor, who was leaning against the doorframe smiling. "You do realize you're trying to have a conversation with a new born?"

Ryan looked up and smiled at his wife, "Well I figured if Emily's like you, that she may be an early talker."

"If she's like me, I'd give the talking another month or so, 2 months max," she replied, coming into the room and sitting on the arm of the arm chair Ryan was sitting on.

"Well if Emily's like me, expect to be waiting until she's at least 18 for actual words to come out," Ryan nodded, "until then, she'll probably communicate in a series of grunts and looks."

"You shouldn't have a problem with that," Taylor teased. "You may have to translate for me. Speaking of translating, I was thinking that when Emily's older, I can start teaching her a bit of French. It's always good to know a foreign language you know. Maybe I can even start teaching you some French?"

Ryan grinned, "Bonjour?" he replied with absolutely no hint of a French accent.

"Uh don't worry honey, we can work on that," she laughed, patting him on the back. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be as French as a croissant."

"Uh, I think I'll pass. I'm not very good at speaking English, I'd hate to see what I'd be like at French," Ryan grimaced at the thought. "As for Emily, I think it would be good for her to know another language. Just don't go over the top with it Tay."

"Me? Over the top? Never!" she replied sarcastically, leaning in and giving Ryan a kiss.

"So, how come you're up?" he asked. "I thought you were tired."

"I am, but I heard you in here talking to Emily and I thought I'd come and see what you were talking about," she replied.

"Eavesdropping are we?" Ryan questioned his wife, raising one eyebrow.

"Maybe..." Taylor started. "I am very good at that. What were you talking about anyway?"

"Nope, I can't tell you," he replied, shaking his head.

"Oh, why not?"

"It's secret Daddy-Daughter business that Mommy can't find out about," Ryan grinned.

"Well it looks like your conversation's over, she's asleep," Taylor whispered, gesturing to the baby. "I think she just wanted a hug from her Daddy."

Ryan carefully stood up from the arm chair and kissed Emily, then gently placed her back in her crib, "Good night Em."

"You're a natural with babies," Taylor commented, joining Ryan at the side of their daughter's crib. "I wish it came that easily to me."

"What?" he replied. "You're great with her, I'm the one that doesn't have a clue what I'm doing."

"Oh really? Cos you look like a pro to me," she smiled, looking down at a sleeping Emily. "You're so cute and gentle with her."

"Hm...I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've watched me with Emily?" suggested Ryan.

"Of course it's not," Taylor rolled her eyes. "I've been putting my excellent stalker skills to good use."

"You have?" he smiled, giving Taylor a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Uh huh..." she nodded. "So, why don't we go to bed and try to get some sleep?"

"Great idea," Ryan agreed, taking Taylor's hand as they started walking out of the nursery. As they reached the door, Emily suddenly started crying again.

"Oh no..." Taylor groaned.

"It's your turn," Ryan grinned cheekily, before running out of the room.

Taylor rolled her eyes,"Coward!" she called out after him, then went back over to the crib to retrieve her baby.


This was just a quick chapter to start off. The next chapter will be longer and more dramatic. Please review and tell me what you think