Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

47 (Travis Version)

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"Okay, Taylor, Travis, and Abby?" A strawberry blonde nurse asked, and Taylor and I got to our feet, Abby in her arms. It had taken us two weeks for us to order a paternity test, and we'd taken it four days ago. This morning we'd got a call saying that our results were ready, so we'd immediately asked for the soonest appointment.

"Travis..." Taylor looked up at me. "I want you to know that whether it says Abby is biologically yours or not, she's still your daughter."

I just nodded, too nervous to speak. Taylor squeezed my hand as we followed the nurse down to a private room, and I moved to let Taylor walk in with Abby first. The nurse placed a hand on my arm and I paused, glancing over with a frown. She smiled up at me, brown eyes widening softly.

"You know, if it's negative, why don't you come hit me up and we can get a drink?" She murmured.

"Excuse you." I took her hand off my arm, moving inside the room and closing the door. When I turned around, Taylor was standing there with her shoulders wited, staring at me. "Princess..."

"How often do you get hit on Travis?" She whispered. "I know you're loyal and I trust you more than anything, but it scares me that wherever I turn there's some woman throwing herself at you."

"Taylor, princess." I crossed the room and took her free hand. "I know it might scare you, which is understandable, but you have no need to be. We're here as a family, and we'll always be a family. You, me, Abby, and these two little ones." I placed my hand on her stomach. "So let's just worry about that okay?"

"Okay." Taylor whispered, and I placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Then the door opened, and we looked up to see an older, male doctor coming in with a folder. He smiled and greeted us warmly, inviting us to take a seat. When we sat down, Abby wriggled in Taylor's arms, reaching over to me, so Taylor let her climb over into my lap. I helped her to sit down and held her close, my heart thumping erratically in anticipation. The doctor moved to sit down, opening the folder and quickly scanning it.

"Okay, so you guys just took a standard paternity test?" He asked.

"Yeah, we just wanted to know whether Travis was Abby's biological father or not." Taylor murmured, reaching over to grab my hand tightly. I squeezed her fingers as the doctor nodded, looking back down at the folder. We clutched at each others hands tightly, waiting.

"Well." The doctor murmured. "If that's the result you're looking for, then I'm happy to tell you that Travis is Abby's biological father."

My breath caught in my throat and I looked at Taylor, who looked stunned, but her face broke out into a brilliant smile. I couldn't believe it, but it felt so right. The toddler in my lap, the beautiful girl I'd grown to love thinking she wasn't mine, was my daughter. My little girl.

"Oh my god." I whispered, looking down at Abby.

"Daddy!" She giggled.

"Yes my sweetheart, I am." I breathed, stroking her hair as tears filled my eyes.

"Oh my god I'm so happy." Taylor sobbed, clapping a hand over her mouth. Leaning over, I rested an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Tears ran down her cheeks as she turned her face into my chest, struggling to form words. "I'm...I'm sorry." She sniffed. "I have so many damn emotions."

"Well, twins can cause an increase in hormonal activity, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." The doctor offered a box of tissues and Taylor smiled gratefully as she took one.

"Mommy why cry?" Abby asked curiously.

"Mommy's happy sweet girl." Taylor scrubbed at her eyes, sniffling. "Mommy's so happy."

"Happy no cry." Abby frowned.

"This is happy crying, not sad crying." Taylor kissed her forehead. "You're daddy's little girl my sweet baby, he's your daddy."

"Daddy." Abby repeated with a smile, and Taylor giggled, unable to stop crying.

The first thing we did when we left the doctors office was drive to Andrea's house to tell her the news. She was elated when we told her that I was Abby's real father, hugging me so tightly and whispering to me that she was so happy about the results, that she'd never liked Lucas and she was so grateful Taylor and Abby had me. I almost cried.

"So how do you feel?" Taylor whispered as we lay in bed that night once Abby had gone to sleep, her body resting in my arms.

"It feel so surreal." I whispered back. "Like I knew the answer all along, but I still wasn't expecting it."

"I know, me too." Taylor turned her head upwards, smiling. "But it fits so right baby, she's always been yours. And soon we'll have three little girls that are all ours."

I kissed her, unable to hold myself back. Taylor moaned eagerly into my mouth and I chuckled. She pulled back, pouting.

"Don't laugh at me!" Taylor whined. "You said you like it that my hormones had me wanting you all the time."

"I do princess, I'm sorry." I stroked her cheek. "But it's just a little funny how little gets you going sometimes. I do really love it."

"Good." Taylor huffed, pushing up and clambering on top of me. "Because I'm horny and I want you now."

I pulled her into a steamy kiss and Taylor moaned in relief, already grinding her hips forwards against mine. Her belly had grown enough that we couldn't have sex with me on top of her anymore since twins meant she was supposed to be careful throughout her pregnancy, so we'd been careful not to put weight on her stomach. And god I wasn't complaining, because it was hot as hell having her on top of me. I groaned as Taylor tugged down my shorts, stroking her fingers eagerly against my hardening cock.

"More." She whispered, so I lifted the hem of the oversized shirt she was wearing and guided myself between her legs. "Oh god!" Taylor whimpered in relief, tossing her head back as she drove her hips forwards and started to ride me, bracing her hands on my chest. I rose my hips slightly with every stroke, my hands on her hips.

From the jock who had bullied the nerd because of a crush, to the drunk hookup that had resulted in our baby girl, to the snappy reunion in the teachers lounge, to our tentative friendship, to our tense feelings, to our whirlwind romance, Taylor and I had come so far. I couldn't believe how much I loved her, how much my family had grown, that I even had a family like this.

"Travis!" Taylor gasped as I slipped a hand between her legs, stroking her clit softly at first, and then harder. "God!" She clawed at my chest, nails digging until little red lines appeared. "Travis, oh!"

"Oh princess, cum for me." I urged, feeling her tightening around me. Taylor moaned, and when I pinched her clit she let out a little scream and came explosively around my cock. I swore, cumming deep inside her at the same time at the feeling of her pussy dripping all over me.

Taylor panted for air as she collapsed against me and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her hair, her cheeks, her lips. She moaned tiredly against my mouth, kissing me back hungrily. We were trapped in each other, our moment, unable to pull away. We tugged the rest of our clothes to the floor, our sweaty bodies joining a second time, and then a third, over and over until the early hours of the morning descended upon us and we fell asleep.