The May Irwin Kiss [Tayvis Fanfiction]

Sabrina

Five Months Later
November 13th; 2027
Taylor Swift's Point of View
The mirror reflects a version of me I've only dreamed of—radiant, wrapped in white silk and lace, with the faint shimmer of light catching on the delicate beading of my dress. The braid in my hair feels symbolic, a piece of tradition woven into a day I never thought would come.

I run my hands down the sides of the gown, feeling the fabric hug my frame in all the right places. Every detail, from the sweetheart neckline to the soft, cascading train, feels perfect—like it was made just for me.

There's a knock at the door, and I turn, my heart skipping a beat. "Come in," I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

The door creaks open, and in walks my maid of honor, Abigail, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of me. "Wow," she breathes. "You look absolutely stunning."

I smile, though there's a tightness in my chest. "Thanks. I just hope everything goes according to plan."

She walks over, adjusting a small detail on my veil. "It will. You've got this." She pauses, then looks at me, concern flickering in her eyes. "Are you nervous?"

I swallow hard, glancing back at my reflection. "A little. It's just... you know, everything. The past, the future." My voice trails off as I think about everything that's led me to this moment. All the doubts, the struggles, the uncertainties, and yet here I am, standing on the brink of something new.

She places a hand on my arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You deserve this happiness. Don't let anything from the past steal today's joy."

I nod, trying to focus on her words, but a thought tugs at the back of my mind. What if the ghosts of my past decide to show up today? What if, despite the perfect dress, the perfect hair, and the perfect venue, I still feel incomplete?

Shaking off the feeling, I take a deep breath. "You're right," I say with more conviction than I feel. "Today is about the future."

As I look back in the mirror, I whisper the words to myself again. The future.

I can't help but smile as I watch Viola and Cameron playing, their laughter filling the room. Viola's curls bounce as she runs after her brother, her energy boundless, while Cameron, always a bit more thoughtful, is busy setting up a toy castle. Seeing them together makes my heart swell.

Across the room, my mom is gently bouncing Lydia on her lap. My youngest, with her bright eyes and tiny hands gripping her teething ring, is babbling away, completely content. She's dressed to match ViVi, and the two of them are like a picture-perfect duo—one I never imagined in my wildest dreams.

Looking at them now, I realize how far we've come, how much we've built without even realizing it. I may have done things out of order with Travis, but somehow, it feels like we've created this chaotic, beautiful life. Most people don't start with a baby, then date, then get pregnant again, and then finally decide to get engaged. Yet, here we are—with three kids before the wedding bells have even rung.

And somehow, in the middle of all this, I feel more ready than ever to be his wife. We've done things differently, sure, but that makes our love story uniquely ours. Maybe it's not the traditional path, but it's our path. A path filled with laughter, sleepless nights, love, and the sweet sound of our children's voices.

I look down at my engagement ring, turning it slowly on my finger. Each step we've taken has led us here, to this moment where we can finally say "I do" with our family already in place. Ready or not, we've made it work, and now, I'm more than ready to make it official.

"I'm going to step outside and get some fresh air before the ceremony starts. This wedding dress feels like the mirrorball dress I wore in 2018 to the AMAs," I say with a groan, tugging at the bodice as it clings tightly to my skin. The weight of it is beautiful but suffocating, and the layers feel like they're swallowing me whole.