Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

you were ours

tw pregnancy loss, please don't read if this is a sensitive topic <3

Taylor

"Trav," I whispered, gently nudging his shoulder, desperate to wake him. "Traaa-viiiiis, wake up! I can feel her... she's moving!" My voice was full of excitement, and even though it was the middle of the night, I couldn't contain the squeal that escaped my lips. 

Travis groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked at me, groggy but always so sweet. "What, baby?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

"The baby," I said, lifting my shirt slightly to expose my small, flat belly. "I can feel her little kicks. It's amazing!"

Travis blinked at me, shuffling in his spot to sit up, "Really? But the midwife said you wouldn't feel anything until at least 16 weeks. You're only... 12 weeks tomorrow."

I pressed my hand to my belly, insisting, "I know what I'm feeling. It's like little flutters. I swear it's her."

He chuckled softly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "It's probably just gas, Tay. Your body's going through so many changes right now. It's probably not the baby."

My lip wobbled slightly, and before I could stop them, tears filled my eyes. "I don't think so... I really think it's her."

Travis's expression softened as he reached over, his hand gently resting on my belly. "Alright, baby," he said, his mood quickly shifting, "I guess our little girl is just really excited in there, huh?"

A small smile tugged at my lips, and I wiped away the tears. Nodding, I leaned into him, "Yeah," I whispered, "I think she's telling us she loves us." 

"I think so too," Travis kept his hand on my belly for a little longer, as if he was trying to feel the tiny flutters I had described, even though they were probably too faint for anyone but me to feel. But I knew what I was feeling. 

Looking up, I could see the love in his eyes, the same love that had been there for so long as we tried and tried for this moment. The struggles we'd faced, the tears, the late-night talks when we doubted if it would ever happen - none of it mattered now. We had finally been blessed with a positive pregnancy test. We had our little girl. 

"I can't believe we're finally here," I whispered as I rested my head against his chest.

He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer, his other hand still resting on my belly. "Me neither, baby," he said, pressing a soft kiss to my head, "She's so special to us, Tay. I already love her more than I ever thought possible."

Happy tears brimmed in my eyes, "I love her so much already, Trav," I said, my voice shaky. "She's the greatest thing we've ever made."

- 

I woke up feeling horrible the next morning. I blinked a few times to adjust to the light, then slid out of bed, rubbing my eyes. Suddenly shivering, I grabbed a blanket from the pile in the corner of our bedroom, and wrapped it around myself before trudging into the bathroom, and sliding against the wall, down onto the tiled floor. I felt awful. Cold, nauseous, just- not right. 

"Baby?" I heard my husband call out, his voice still groggy from sleep. I didn't have the energy to answer. I sniffled to myself, wiping the tears from under my eyes. I hated feeling sick. "Baby, what are you doing on the floor?" Suddenly he was here, rushing over, crouching down beside me. His hand immediately went to my forehead. 

"I'm cold," I whispered, wrapping the blanket tighter around my body. 

"You're burning up, let's get you back to bed." He urged, already reaching for my hands to help me up.