delicate - jaylor fanfic - on hold because of the breakup

telling the parents

** Sunday 14 august 2016 - 6 weeks pregnant **

- Taylors Pov -

As usual I schedule takeoff for early in the morning, but I didn't factor in that I feel like shit in the mornings now. It feels like a truck has run over my body and I feel like I'm going to puke forever. Not to mention I'm on the verge of cutting off my breasts because they are itchy and achy. My nipples are a tingly mess and It's driving me insane. If they are going to be like this all through the pregnancy, I have a serious problem. It's still early damn it, so why can't all these things wait until the end of pregnancy.

"Here is your oatmeal Taylor" my trust flight attendant Chelsea hands me a bowl of oatmeal with a bowl of fresh fruit on the side. It's simple and doesn't smell because now I can't stand the smell of certain foods. Oatmeal however doesn't smell. I do need to cover the thing in cinnamon though because that's been a craving. Joe went out yesterday and got me those cinnamon gums that I've hated all my life but now desperately need. "Thanks" I Say and appreciate the cinnamon box on the side so I can put it on myself.

On the way to the plane I made my driver drive by Starbucks and I got my one caffeine beverage for the day, an iced mocha with both dark and white chocolate because why not. It sounded delicious and I had to have it, or this would be a horrible plane ride. I did tell the person on my team that organize my flights to stock up on decaf coffee and tea, so I have that on hand her too. That way I can at least pretend that I'm getting the real thing and maybe it will be a placebo thing?

Joe left this morning too and there was a too long for platonic hug. It felt good being in his arms and it was hard to let go off him. He had an early flight too, so we dropped him off at JFK on the way to the private terminal where my jet sits when I'm in New York. It's only been a few days, but I quickly got used to having Joe around, so it feels strange to not see him for a week. What we have Is strange and I don't know where to put it, so for now I'm not going to think about it. Obsessing over it is just going to drive me insane and I don't want that.

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I get to my mom's house "mom, I'm home" I call for her and kitty comes running towards me and the cat carry crates that comes in right after me. "Hi kitty, it's so good to see you" I coo her and scratch behind her ear. She is the size of a small horse, but my mom loves her so therefor I do too. It's the dog she got when we moved out and she got cancer. Her and my dad are divorced, he lives in Florida, but they are still on good terms, so kitty keeps her from getting lonely.

"Hi sweetie" my mom says as she comes out from the kitchen. The house smells of freshly baked cookies, and thankfully the smell doesn't make me want to vomit.

I pull her into a hug and bask in her scent. I've always been close to my mom, it's no surprise when we spent so much time together. But now I don't live in Nashville anymore so I don't get to see her as often as I would like. I do try to come as much as I can though, because this will always be home to me. My mom is home, my mom is the place I know I'm safe and I will never be judged.

"I just pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven, let's go have some" she says, and I follow her into the kitchen. "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing my daughter?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"Do I need an excuse to come here?" I tease her back.

"No, I'm always happy to have you over. And I'm happy you wanted to stay here for the few days you're in town" I decided that I wanted to spend as much time with my mom as possible, so staying here was the best option for that. I wish I got to see her more, but things don't work out that way.

She hands me a plate with a cookie before making one for herself and we head to the living room. The mansion is big, but it still feels cozy. My mom isn't the type of person that likes a near sterile environment, and I agree with that. It's something comforting about making the space around you feel cozy and not like you're living in a museum. I've been to some celebrity's houses that feel like that, and I certainly don't enjoy it, but I obviously can't say that to them. Everyone gets to decide what kind of home they want to have, and I'm sure it works for them.