hits different - Taylor Swift and Travis kelce

Gender

-Taylor's pov-

"Travis. What if one or both of them are sick?" I say as I lay with my head in his lap on the couch. We are waiting for the call from my OB office to hear about the testing they did.

"Then we will cross that bridge when we get to it beautiful" he kisses my temple and I melt into him more. He has been trying to calm me down all morning, which turns out isn't easy. I'm just so scared one or both of them are sick. We have the financial means to handle it, but that doesn't mean I know if I could handle it if one or both had something serious. It would be hard.

The phone goes off and I put it on speaker. They finally call and tell us one good news after another. It seems like both babies are in good health, even if they are a tad small according to the ultrasound. But we are also expecting news about the gender which they can find out with this kind of test.

"So do you still want to know the sex of the babies," the doctor asks "Yes."

"You're expecting fraternal twins, one boy and one girl. Congratulations. It can be hard to see if they are fraternal or identical early on so like we saw on the last ultrasound they had separate amniotic sacs and seem healthy" she tells us, and I take a deep breath. Girls. We are having girls. I can't even speak so Travis thanks her for us before hanging up and pulling me tightly into his arms.

Originally, they suspected identical twins, but sometimes for some mothers, it can be hard to tell, but now we know they are fraternal. It makes sense since neither one of us has identical twins in the family, and isn't it genetic? I don't know but I think so.

"A boy and a girl" Travis whispers just as in awe as I'm feeling right now. We get one or each, that's exciting. And most importantly they are healthy. "A boy and a girl Travis"

"Should they share a room? Isn't that the twin thing to do?" is the first thing he says, and I burst out laughing "That's what you're worried about? The rooming. And for the record, they should have their own space. Not to mention if one wakes up crying it would wake the other. No fucking way"

During the first six months, they appear to need to sleep with us anyway, according to the baby books I've been slowly reading. There is a lot of shit to know about when it comes to having kids, stuff I haven't thought about before. Sure, I've looked after my friends' kids, but this is different. We are responsible for these two munchkins, us alone.

"At least they will be easier to tell apart than identical twins tho" Travis points out which is true. I was a little worried about that. But now even if they look similar, we only need to take off the diaper to be sure which one is which. Do twin parents of identical twins ever mix them up? Probably. Especially when they aren't old enough to express themselves.

**

They are playing another home game, but since Travis's family isn't here, I'm in the maholmes box with Brittany watching the game. Since I have a little bit of a belly now, I'm wearing a sweater to make sure it's covered. I don't know how long I'll be able to get away with that one though we will see. 

"They are playing well today," Brittany says as she holds their youngest kid. "Yeah" Travis was a little distracted earlier before the game, probably because of our big news, but now he has his game face on and looks ready for action. Not to mention those pants that make his ass look fine as hell.

"Did you find out what flavor you're getting" she hints towards the call I got earlier. We have already told them that we are having twins, and it's nice to have another parent nearby so I can ask questions too.

"Yes, two different ones" I hint back, and she grins. "You will have your hands full."

"Don't I know it" I mumble back. It's going to be an equal kid-to-parent ratio in our house, that's scary. What if I get pregnant again and we are outnumbered? Holly hell that doesn't sound good. Blake and Ryan are tho, though they have double the number of kids and seem to be surviving. But they are the ideal parent in my eyes. So perfect it's annoying.

Travis is doing his thing on the field and I'm Excited that I get to see it. He shines brightly like a mirrorball and makes it look effortlessly. I need to find some flaws to this man because he is just too perfect its annoying. He does have stinky socks, but even those he throws in the hamper and not on the floor like every other guy. Can't he just have some flaw I can use against him when I want? He knows I'm an emotional wreck and can use that if he gets mad. Shouldn't there be some equality going on here? I think so.

I grab a cookie from my bag since it was more acceptable to bring than strawberry milk. That would have looked weird to bring, I think. But cookies, those doesn't make me look weird. According to Brittany's oldest it makes me the coolest person because I shared one with her. Good for her that she is cute because I won't share my cookies with Travis, not with anyone. But the kid looked like she was about to cry, and I didn't want that. Reluctantly I gave her a cookie to be a decent adult and all that.

**

We were going to have people over after the game, and I feel really bad for canceling, but I haven't been feeling well since about halfway through the game. I think I just need to go to bed if I'm being honest, but I've been having these nightmares, so I don't want to sleep.

"Stop apologizing Taylor, it's okay to not be up for guests. You're pregnant" Travis says for the millionth time as we walk into our house. "But I should still be able to have guests whenever"

I wasn't the one that called off the gathering, Travis did when Brittany tattled on me to him. I get that she was worried, but I just feel bad that Travis won't get to celebrate the win with his team. I told him in was fine in my own and that he could at least go out with them, but that got turned down as well. So here we are with him being all obnoxiously supportive and me feeling guilty. What a pair we make.

"Your body is telling us that you need to slow down. You stood the entire game Taylor, even when you weren't feeling well. Why didn't you get someone to take you home so you could rest" he says and brush my sweaty bangs from my face. I'm really overheated as well; the sweating is just adding to me feeling gross right now.

"Because I wanted to watch you play" I argue and he shakes his head "next time please go home if you're not feeling good. You can always watch another game later" he suggests like the rationally annoying person he is. I love him but sometimes I wish he would just be irrational with me. It would even the playing field in our relationship.

"I don't wanna" I cross my arms and he mimic me "yes you are" are we having a standoff like five-year-olds, yeah, but I think I'm right. I was fine, they were all just overreacting.

Not wanting to argue anymore I head towards out bedroom and strip off my clothes on the way there. I really need a shower before laying down in bed Or the bed will get all icy.

The hot water feels good against my skin, and my aching muscles really need it. I don't acknowledge it, but I feel Travis step into the shower behind me.

"I don't want to fight with you Taylor. But your safety is important to me. Please. If I'm going to concentrate on the field, I need to know you're safe and being responsible. Please" he says and start to wash my hair with the soap I was about to use on it.

I know where he is coming from, he is concerned because he loves me. And I love him more than I can tell him.