Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

wisdom teeth (requested)

"Ready to go home, baby?" Taylor asked as she looped her arm around her waist to keep you steady as you walked through the sliding doors of the dentist's office and out to the car.

You were so groggy you could hardly hold yourself up. You found something new to laugh about every few seconds, a string of ridiculous and sometimes incoherent words falling from your lips.

"Okay. Here we go, baby." She mumbled as she helped you into the passenger seat and knelt on the ground to help you buckle your seatbelt after you looked from her and down to it like it was some foreign object that you'd never seen before, clueless as to how it could possibly work.

"What's in my mouth?" You asked curiously, gazing at her in confusion as she started the car and buckled her own seatbelt. "Why is it there? Should I take it out?" You questioned and tried to reach in your mouth to take it out, only for Taylor to take your hands and shake her head quickly.

"No! No, baby, no. Don't touch it! Keep the gauze in your mouth and keep biting down on it. It's gonna help stop the bleeding."

"Bleeding?" You mumbled, gazing at her with wide eyes.

"After you get teeth pulled, it's gonna bleed." She chuckled. "Just keep it in. Bite down on it."

"I got my teeth out? Do I still look pretty?"

You were nearly tearing up at the mention of your teeth getting pulled and though Taylor was saddened to see you so teary-eyed and confused, she couldn't help but chuckle over how cute you were from the high the anesthesia gave you.

"Are you kidding, beautiful girl? You're so pretty it's almost too much to take. You're the prettiest girl." She promised as she kissed your cheek and then drove home. "Now let's go home."

The ride was filled with you acting loopy, mumbling and singing unclearly, and almost taking your gauze out a handful of times. As much as she loves you, she couldn't help but count the minutes down until you'd arrive home, where she hoped she could help you relax.

"My mouth hurts." You whimpered as she pulled the car into the driveway. "It hurts bad,"

"I know, baby. We're gonna get you inside, get you some ice. It'll help the pain."

You clung to her, tears slipping down your cheeks as you walked through the door of your shared home. She helped you to the couch where pillows and blankets were already prepared for you to rest comfortably on. She made it before you left, even had you lay in the spot to make sure it was as comfortable as possible so you could come right home and lay down.

"I'll get you some ice to help with the pain and some more gauze, too."

She was as prepared as possible. She did some research and asked all around for advice on all the things you'd need after the surgery.

She bought a few ice bags and stuffed them with ice, bought many boxes of gauze just to be safe, and bought you some soft foods to eat like yogurt and mashed potatoes. She wanted to take care of you and to make you feel better, even if some of the things in the process would be gnarly.

"Okay. Got you some ice and some new gauze. Let's get the old gauze out and check the bleeding."

She quickly replaced it after checking it, crinkling her nose in disgust before stopping when it nearly made you burst into tears.

"It's okay."

"Not okay. Hurts."

"I know, babe. It's awful. But it won't be long until you're recovered, just a few more days."

You seemed as unpleased as she felt, but when she helped prop a few pillows up and carefully laid beside you on the sofa, your sadness faded and you seemed to relax.

"You're pretty."

She giggled and said, "Maybe, but you're prettier."

She stared down at you and watched you rest peacefully. Occasionally, you'd feel discomfort and move around a little, but never moved out of her arms where you felt safe and warm.