The May Irwin Kiss [Tayvis Fanfiction]

All For Her

One Month Later
October 5th; 2026
Taylor Swift's Point of View
As I sink into the couch, the weight of my discomfort presses down on me like a heavy blanket and the constant pressure on my bladder only adds to the misery. The anticipation of Ducky's arrival hangs heavy in the air, mocking me with each passing hour that she's not here.

Wrapped in the familiar warmth of the oversized Chiefs sweatshirt, a relic from my last pregnancy, I find a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the chaos. Travis's gesture of kindness echoes in my mind, a reminder of the support that surrounds me even in the darkest moments.

My hand instinctively finds its way to my swollen stomach, fingers tracing over the curves and contours that hold the precious life within. Ducky's response is immediate, a powerful kick that sends a surge of pain shooting through my ribs. "Mother fucker." I swear under my breath. I can't help but question at how something so small can wield such force.

Gone are the days of gentle flutters and playful movements; now, each kick serves as a reminder of the imminent arrival that seems to elude me at every turn. Eight days overdue and counting.

The faint sound of pitter-pattering gradually grows louder, building in intensity until suddenly, Viola appears before me. "Hi, Mommy."

"Hi, sweetheart," I greet, mustering a smile as I attempt to sit up, but the weight of my heavily pregnant belly proves too much, and I collapse back onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Every movement feels like a monumental effort as my body seems to protest against the strain. "I feel like a beached whale that has to pee every ten minutes." I mutter.

My daughter's innocent question breaks through the haze of discomfort, her curiosity about her impending sibling shining through. "When's Ducky here?" she asks, her eyes wide with anticipation, her concept of time seemingly nonexistent. 

Once again, I'm confronted with the uncertainty of the situation. "I don't know, Peanut. Ducky should be here by now," I reply with a weary sigh, gently rubbing her head in an attempt to soothe her.

Travis's voice interrupts our conversation as he descends the stairs, Cameron in his arms. "Are you ready to go, Tay?" he asks, his tone tinged with concern as he holds his son close.

I hesitate, feeling a pang of reluctance as I realize Cameron will be joining us. "Uh... he's coming?" I ask, uncertainty creeping into my tone.

"Taylor..." Travis's voice is gentle yet firm, his eyes meeting mine with understanding. "He's my son. I know this is hard for you, but he's a part of this family. I want him to see his sister too," he explains, his words carrying the weight of his unwavering commitment to our family.

"Half-sister," I emphasize.

"Tay, don't single him out," Travis urges, frustration evident in his tone. "If you're gonna take your shiitake mushrooms on someone, do it to me."

With a resigned sigh, I relent. "Let's just go." Before we depart, I make a quick trip to the bathroom, unwilling to risk a car trip without relieving myself.

As we settle into the car, the sounds of Cameron and Viola's laughter fill the air, providing a brief respite from the tension between Travis and me. Each of them clutches a toy steering wheel, lost in their own imaginary driving adventures, their innocence a reminder of the joy that awaits us despite the challenges we face.

Travis's voice breaks through the peaceful atmosphere, his tone tinged with concern as he broaches a difficult topic. "Taylor, can we talk about this?" he asks, his gaze searching mine for understanding.

"What is there to even talk about, Travis?" I groan, frustration evident in my tone as I avert my gaze.

"You said you'd accept Cam into our home, you wanted to know him, but you treat him..." Travis's voice trails off, his disappointment clear.