Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

perfect timing?

NOW A MINI SERIES IN ANOTHER BOOK, it's called perfect timing (creative i know). Please go read if you want to! 🤍

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"Bye Tay, I love you." Travis kissed me softly on the cheek as he stepped out the door on his way to practice for the day.

"I love you too. See you later!" I stole a quick kiss on the lips from Travis before he walked out the door and went on his way.

Today was actually a good day for him to have practice, since today I was going to finally do something I'd be too scared to do for over a week now. And now that I had these few hours alone, I might finally get it done.

I had avoided doing this, simply because I just didn't want the answer, but it was getting to a point now where I needed to know.

I made my way upstairs and sat myself on the edge of the bed, tapping my leg anxiously as I pulled out my phone and did a quick google search 'Symptoms of Pregnancy'.

I read through the list of the first website I clicked on, mentally checking off every symptom as something I'd experienced in the last 2 weeks. I'd missed my period 5 days ago, which was definitely a first sign for me, since it was usually so regular with the birth control I'm on. I had also been feeling nauseous for probably almost 2 whole weeks straight. Not specifically the typical 'morning sickness', but just general nausea for 14 days straight, and it was awful.

I read the next symptom, which led my hand to my breast, gently squeezing one side. It was tender and slightly sore, just like the website said. I sighed, pulling my hand away and placing it in my lap.

I quickly started to tap my thumb and index finger together. It was starting to really hit me that my suspicion might actually become a reality.

I left my phone on the bed and went straight to the ensuite bathroom. I always kept multiple boxes of tests just in case, I hadn't used one in a long time, but here I was today, pulling one out.

I stared at the pink and white stick for about a full minute. I had never been so anxious about taking one before, but I had also never been so sure that the result might be positive.

If it did happen to be positive, it kind of would be perfect timing. It's not like we had been trying or anything, because we definitely weren't, I mean, I'm still on birth control. But timing wise, my tour finished last year, we had been married for a few months, Travis was currently in the middle of the season of football right now, which meant if I was pregnant I would probably be due in the offseason. We had talked about kids obviously, and the fact that we definitely both wanted at least one. We hadn't exactly discussed timing or when we'd start trying or anything like that, but there really actually couldn't be a better time then right now.

That's not to say this doesn't scare the living daylight out of me. I was already an anxious person generally, but adding pregnancy on top of that? I can't even imagine.

The nerves built up inside me, but eventually my actions took over and I clutched the test in my hand, finally deciding to take it.

Not even a minute later, I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling as I stared at the back of the test in my shaking hands. Anxiety gripped my heart like a vise as I contemplated the implications of the two little lines.

I had been feeling off for weeks now – the constant fatigue, the queasiness that seemed to linger no matter what I ate, the tender breasts that made even the slightest touch unbearable. At the start I had brushed it off as stress from work, fatigue from simply having a busy schedule, anything but what my mind was now racing towards.