(Read Whispers in the Dark first!) Taylor's mother is having another baby. One-shot. --Sparrowsong 18:19, December 27, 2009 (UTC)

Chapter One

"Tay! Tay!" my dad exclaimed. "We have to go to the hospital!"

I groaned and rolled over.

"Why?" I asked.

Then I heard Mom screaming and yelling. I sat straight up, startled.

"Mom's having the baby!"

I gasped and got out of bed. Dad picked me up, put me into my carseat, and drove to the hospital like a maniac.

I was shaking with excitement. This was it, this was my new brother or sister. I bragged about this baby to my friends, showed people pictures of the ultrasound...and now, here it was. It was coming.

"Does it hurt, Mom?" I questioned as we got out of the car and ran to the hospital.

"I'll be okay, don't worry."

I had to sit in the waiting room while my mom gave birth to my new little brother or sister. Deep down, I was worried they would love the new baby more than me, but I was still amazingly excited.

A doctor lady came out, looking happy and relieved.

"Taylor," she smiled. "Come meet your new sister."

Oh my gods, a girl! Somebody I could play Barbies with in a few years!

Mom sat on the bed, holding a little baby. I couldn't believe how tiny she was.

"Taylor," Dad quietly said. "This is Nikki. Nikki Hope Castellan."

"Nikki means 'victory of the people,'" Mom smiled. "We called her that because she was born the day after Kronos was defeated."

"Hi, Nikki!"

I got a little closer to her, to get a better look. I could see that she had Dad's blonde hair and Mom's electric blue eyes.

"I'm your sister, Taylor. You probably have no idea what I'm saying, but whatever!"

Dad giggled. Then, everybody gasped in amazement at what happened next.

Nikki, very deliberately, reached out and held my hand.

Mom and Dad took a bunch of pictures. Lots of other people did, too.

It was on the news. For the next couple of days, the paparazzi completely surrounded our house. But they went away quickly enough. I guess it really was just "fifteen minutes of fame."

Nikki kept us awake at night. She'd cry and stuff. But I didn't care; I still loved my little sister.

One day, I was taking a nap and I heard Nikki crying. She didn't want a bottle, a toy, or a new diaper.

"Did you have a nightmare? That's okay. Sissy's here."

I climbed into the crib, cuddled up next to her, and went back to sleep.

"Aww!" was the next thing I heard.

I opened my eyes and saw Mom and Dad, looking like they just saw the most adorable thing ever. I smiled.

"Nikki was having a nightmare. She wanted her big sister."

They both hugged me.

The End