Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

not quite the plan

Maybe this one's sad, maybe it's happy. You'll have to read it to find out...

Also, just to preface, something like this very likely wouldn't happen in real life, but I've still made it as medically accurate as I can. It's just overdramatised for the plot!

👶🏼

Travis
Monday; February 16th, 2026

"What does that mean?" I stared at the doctor, then at Taylor, then back at the doctor. All I heard were a bunch of medical-y sounding words, and I didn't know what any of them meant. By the look on Taylor's face, she seemed to understand. She had done extensive research on pregnancy and birth; from the moment we found out we were having a baby, Taylor wanted to know about every possible thing that could go wrong.

"Taylor, you have severe hypertension, and your urinalysis results show a high level of protein." The doctor started, then trailed off before giving us a sympathetic look. "I'm diagnosing you with severe preeclampsia. Which, essentially means we want to try and get baby out before 37 weeks, otherwise your body will likely develop eclampsia."

"What? That's too early– that's... in a few days." Taylor fretted, and I watched tears well in her eyes as she cradled her 36 week bump.

"I know, it's scary, but if your baby stays in longer than 37 weeks, your chance of survival would be extremely low. You'd have a very increased chance of postpartum haemorrhage, and if you did develop eclampsia, you'd have seizures. Right now, your body isn't suitable to keep your baby in until your due date."

My breath hitched in my throat and I glanced at Taylor, whose face had gone completely pale. I didn't know all these things could happen in pregnancy, it wasn't as simple and easy as I'd thought.

"What about the baby? Is she okay? Will she be okay?" Taylor asked, quietly.

"Being born before 37 weeks is considered premature, but that doesn't mean she won't be okay." The doctor said calmly.

"So... if I go past 37 weeks, and give birth closer to my due date, she'd have a higher chance of surviving?"

"Yes, technically, your baby would have a higher chance of survival if she's born later. But, our main concern is you. Waiting past 37 weeks could be incredibly dangerous for you."

I watched Taylor rub a hand over her stomach and look down. It was clear she thought she had an option here, between risking her life or our baby girl's. But to me, there wasn't even a choice. In this moment, Taylor would come first.

"Look, we have an amazing team of Neonatologists that would take excellent care of your baby girl. And 37 weeks doesn't necessarily mean she'll need the NICU, it's just a precaution. She could be born at 37 weeks, perfectly healthy with no complications." The doctor said, a warm, sympathetic smile across her face. "We do want to look at booking an induction by tomorrow, or Wednesday at the latest, because sometimes they can take a while to get going."

I nodded, to show I was following along, but Taylor didn't acknowledge her doctor.

"Could we go home and discuss it?" Taylor said quietly, her voice slightly cracking.

"Of course. Why don't you give me a call back by the end of the day, and we can make a plan based on your decision." The doctor gave us both a small smile, and we waved her off, thanking her as we walked out and to the car.

"I wanna wait." Taylor blurted out, and I took my eyes off the road for a second to glance at her.

"What?"

"I want to wait until after 37 weeks." She declared, and I sighed.

"Let's talk about this when we get home." I asked, and I heard Taylor mumble something, but couldn't make out what it was.