Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

mother's day

tw: infertility

2028
Taylor's POV

"Trav." I shook him gently, trying to wake him up. "Trav wake up." I whispered.

He groaned and rolled over, pressing a pillow into his face.

"Come on baby. You know what today is?" I said a little louder.

"Sunday?" He groaned again, slightly lifting his head to answer me, his eyes still half closed.

"Well yeah- but, it's test day." I grinned, slipping out of bed and spinning in a little circle.

"It's test day." He repeated, giving me a small smile as he sat up.

"I have a really good feeling Trav. Plus, it's mother's day, don't you think that's a sign?" I felt my eyes crinkle as my smile beamed wider.

Travis and I had been trying to have a baby for almost three long, painful years. It's consisted of many, many tears and a few doctor's appointments, but not one positive pregnancy test.

After being reassured multiple times that there was absolutely nothing wrong with either of us, we were told to just 'keep trying', and that it was only taking time because of our age.

And so we did that. We tried, hard. And not just having a lot of sex, although that was part of it. I've barely drunk more than 5 drinks of alcohol in three years, I've been eating incredibly healthy, I've been tracking my cycle to make sure we have sex at exactly the right times. I've done absolutely everything to maximise my chance of getting pregnant, but it just hasn't happened for us yet.

Today though, I had a feeling today would be different. A positive pregnancy test on mother's day just feels so right.

"Why don't we go have breakfast first, then take the test?" Travis slid out of bed and wrapped his arms around my waist, then placed a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

"Okay." I grinned. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I just had such a good feeling that today was the day. Travis still seemed unsure, but he seemed unsure every month, I think he just doesn't want to get my hopes up. But, they always say that a mom knows when she's pregnant, and I think this time, I just know.

Travis and I went downstairs, and he insisted he make breakfast while I 'relax'. I didn't fight him too much on it, since I was exhausted anyway. I sat myself down on the kitchen island stool, and watched him spin around the kitchen making pancake batter, cutting up strawberries, and putting together the perfect little breakfast.

"Chocolate chips?" He asked, and I nodded enthusiastically.

"Always." I grinned.

I could barely sit still in my seat as I watched him. I was just too excited. I was so sure today.

"You're all giddy this time, you're really sure huh?" Travis asked, sliding my plate over in front of me as he sat down on the stool next to me.

"I really am." I smiled hopefully, picking up my knife and fork. "Thanks for making breakfast baby, it looks delicious."

"I try my best." He grinned, digging into his food.

"So, if I am pregnant, would you want a boy or a girl?" I asked excitedly, putting a strawberry in my mouth.

"Tay..." Travis' smile fell off his face as he looked at me.

"What?"

"I love you Taylor, and I love how excited you are, but... I just really don't want you to get your hopes up." He frowned slightly, staring at me.