A Swift Romance - Tayvis

Names and Sickness

"Tay!"

"TAYLOR!"

"Where are you?"

I hear Travis bounding up the steps as I sluggishly lift myself off the floor, hoping the movement doesn't trigger more nausea.

"Are you okay? You look pale."

I start to explain that no, I'm clearly not okay, but I'm abruptly interrupted by another overwhelming wave of nausea.

He jumps over me to hold my hair back as I start vomiting again, despite hoping I was finally done with it. He tries to soothe me as I struggle to understand why I'm still vomiting when I haven't eaten anything.

"Tree called me worried you weren't answering your phone."

He pulls me onto his lap once I'm finally done and cleaned up, trying to comfort me.

"When did this start?"

"As soon as I woke up. In the shower and everything. I left my phone in our room and didn't have the energy to get it when it rang."

He wraps a towel around my shivering body, pulling me closer as his hands rest on my swollen belly.

"She must not like something you ate yesterday. You had that chicken last night. Maybe that's it."

"I've been eating chicken for the last 7 months. She better not be upset about it now."

"That was just a thought.."

We sit in each other's arms, oddly finding solace in the moment, even though we're stuck on our bathroom floor, waiting for me to be sure I can sit without vomiting. He gets me some water eventually, and when I can keep that down, we decide it's time to move on with our day.

"Let's order some pizza. We can just have a lazy day and relax. We won't get too many more of those days.'

"Okay, but I feel really gross. I thought I was over all this vomiting."

"Well, what if you start a bath to freshen up? I'll order everything and then join you."

"Really? All the vomiting didn't repel you and gross you out?"

"Nah. I got over that in the first few months when it was bad. Just get comfortable."

I take his advice, knowing how much I need it. This pregnancy, although mostly easy, has still taken a considerable toll on my body.

The warm water helps relax my sore muscles as I slowly submerge myself into the tub. I feel the pressure quickly melt away from my aching back as it's finally getting relief from carrying around my huge belly.

She starts kicking, enjoying the warmth of the water as I rest my hands, laying my head back for a much-needed rest.

"You look comfortable," I feel him slipping into the tub with me, pulling me closer. "I got the extra-large pizza. I wanted to make sure you'd have enough."

"This is why I love you. Even if you got me into this situation in the first place."

"Well, soon, it'll be worth it. I mean, I've heard it will be."

"You think having someone rip apart my body and then sucking the life out of my boobs is worth all of this?"

"Maybe the part after that?"

"I guess we'll find out."

I take some of the pizza from the tray he has set up, laughing as Travis gets hot pizza all over himself.

"How am I supposed to let you alone with a baby if you can't even feed yourself?"

"The baby and I have a deal. She's going to be amazingly cooperative with me."

"Sure she is."

"Tay?"

"Yeah?"

"'She' needs a name."

"Well, you keep coming up with crazy things. You haven't made this too easy, Travis."

He wraps his arm around me like he does every time we try to figure out her name, swearing that she'll start kicking as soon as she hears the name she likes.

"What about Shimmer?"

"Absolutely not, Travis. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I want her to have a stand-out name."

"I do, too, but I'm not about to name our child that. I don't hate her."

"Okay, so maybe Aloe."

"You don't get a say in her name anymore."

"Well, what ideas do you have, Taylor? I haven't heard anything better than mine."

"I like the name, Penelope."

"Penelope Kelce? Are we trying to set her up for playground teasing?"

He shoots down all my ideas just as fast as I tell him his ideas are awful, proving we have no idea what to name this poor child.

"Ooooh, we could call her Bea...and her nickname would be Bee, like a little bee."

"Travis, Bea?? No, it's for old people. Is our baby a seventy-year-old to you?...... Cecily"

"What??? Ceci- what? What the fuck, Tay?"

"Haha, I just wanted to see your reaction."

"What about places we've been? We've traveled a lot. Maybe somewhere sticks out."

"We really liked Mexico."

"Travis. Let's think here. Do we really want to name our child 'Mexico'

?"

"That's probably where she was conceived.."

"And that clearly won't gross her out."

"What about Siena?" He suggests hopefully, "We loved it when we were there, and maybe we could add an 'n' to make it a little different."

"Sienna?"

"Yeah, like that place in Italy where you loved pasta."

"That's actually... really cute."

"You think so?"

"Yeah." I lean in, wrapping my arms around his wet body as I lean in for a kiss. "I love it. It's perfect."

He sweetly kisses back before moving his hand around for signs of approval.

"We can't decide on this without her input."

"Well, so far, she hasn't shown any signs."

He gently moves me, laying in front of me with his face inches away from my belly, carefully paying attention to any, even the slightest movement, as he whispers to her.

"Sienna-" He looks up at me confused. "What about her middle name?

Something cute."

"Sienna Rae sounds good."

He smirks, leaning his head back on my belly, getting as close as he could again.

"Sienna Rae Kelce?"

He holds his hands still as we both wait very impatiently for any form of reaction from the tiniest member of our little family.

"Maybe she didn't hear me? Because I think that name is pretty perfect."

"Or she doesn't realize what you're waiting on."

He whispers to her again, this time slightly louder, as he thinks that he'll

help.

"Woah..." He feels one of her most vigorous kicks yet as she approves. "I think we definitely have a winner."

"Perfect."

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