"We're having a... GIRL!" Taylor exclaimed happily, her eyes widening in realisation. She got up from the couch and jumped up and down, then caressed her baby bump softly. They were having a girl. Taylor was going to have her own mini-me.
Joe jumps up with Taylor and immediately grabs her waist and pulls her into him. "A girl," he exclaims as happily as she was. "Little baby girl." He kissed her on the lips tenderly, prolonging it before pulling back gently.
"I'm so so happy right now," Taylor said. "We get to decorate the nursery and buy her clothes now, we can dress her in cute outfits and- and we're her parents, babe. I can't even fathom—"
"I love you guys so much," Joe said softly, tears brimming in his eyes.
Taylor noticed his tears, brushing them off his face with her thumb and giggling at how he was so emotional. "You're crying," she poked him on his arm and smiled.
"I am. Allergies, I think." he winked at her.
"Allergies," she mocked, imitating his British accent. "You're so sweet, love."
He hugs her from the side, collapsing on top of her and their bodies fall over onto the couch, still intertwined. "I'm so excited, although having 2 Taylors around here is going to cause some trouble. I'm going to have to get rid of the OG version now."
"I'm the one who's giving you 2.0 one though," Taylor reminded him, patting her stomach. "You're not getting rid of me anytime soon, Alwyn. Deal with it."
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That night, Taylor tossed and turned in her bed, trying to find a better position to sleep in. Her bump made it difficult to adjust and settle down, but she knew it would only get harder as the pregnancy progressed. Joe was so sweet to buy her a pregnancy pillow and google some homemade remedies for a better sleep, yet unfortunately none seemed to work for her. Frustrated, she pushed her body off the bed and put on her robe, glancing at Joe who was sleeping peacefully on his side. She was definitely jealous of him for that.
She waddled over to the piano, where she spent most of her sleepless nights. Ironically, she found herself confiding in music more than her writings these days.
She opened the dusty cover and took off the cloth protector, then turned on her phone and started a new recording.
Recording #213 - unnamed track
1:13━━━━━❍——4:00
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volume:▁▂▃▄ 42%
"Life was a willow and it-" she paused to think, replaying the same chords over and over. "-it curved to your wind," she mused. "Hm." she frowned. "Life was a willow..." she repeated again, the same chords still looping. "Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind," she gasped, pleased with her epiphany. "but I come back stronger than a 90's trend."
She paused the recording, switching to the notes app to type the lyrics down. "That would be our bridge," she mumbled softly to herself.
Just then, Joe walked into the small music room, holding Meredith, smiling as he saw his fiancee at the piano. He set the cat down and petted its fur before walking over to Taylor. "Hey babe, what are we doing right now?"
"Oh gosh, did I wake you? I'm so sorry my love," Taylor said, putting her head into her hands.
Joe shook his head. "'Tis fine," he mumbled in a thick still half-asleep British accent, making it hard for Taylor to understand him. "What are we working on today? It sounded good from what I heard."
"It's a little song I wrote, I don't know." Taylor blushed like a 14 year old schoolgirl with a crush.
Joe smirked. "You're cute. Play it for me, will you?"
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backlogged dreams & day old teas
Fanfictiontaylor has been best friends with joe since they were school children, teasing each other on the playground. they reunite years later, each with their own hopes and ambitions. how will they navigate their life together as a couple? read to find out!
