Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

fuck the patriarchy p2

tw: abortion

there were some requests for a part two of this chapter, so here you go!

oh also! i really want to start another book, just a short-ish story but i have no idea what about, anything tayvis related lol. so if you have any ideas, please comment them! (it could be anything! be as unhinged as you want!!)

Travis

Later that same day, I made a doctor's appointment for Taylor, and we both went to it. I knew almost nothing about abortions and how they worked, so I was thankful that the doctor explained it all to us.

Since Taylor had already done this a few years ago, she seemed to vaguely remember what she was doing, although this time she decided to go with a medical abortion, rather than surgical, which made sense, Taylor hated hospitals, and if there was any way this could be done at home, she'd choose it. It did make me wonder why she'd chosen the surgical option last time, but I wasn't going to ask her about it. At least not right now.

She was given two different types of medication, and I made sure to listen very carefully to when and how they had to be taken. Taylor had been crying the entire drive to this clinic, and I knew when she was really upset, she tended to disassociate from real life, so she probably wasn't paying much, if any, attention right now.

"Are you doing okay?" I asked her as we walked out of the clinic together, hand in hand, back to our car.

Taylor nodded, and gripped onto my hand a little tighter, but didn't say anything. We got into the car, and drove home in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, Taylor probably wanted to keep her thoughts to herself, and I, truthfully, had no idea what to say.

When we arrived home, Taylor took the two boxes of medication and went straight to the kitchen. I followed her, trying not to seem too stalker-ish, but wanting to be there for her.

She hurried to go grab a glass, and fill it with water, but before opened the first box, she paused, and took a deep breath. She looked up slowly, and her eyes met mine. Hers were filled with tears, threatening to spill any second. She parted her lips to speak, but no words came out. She just stared at me, breathing deeply.

Her bottom lip suddenly started to quiver, and a single tear dripped down her cheek.

"Can I have a hug?" Her voice trembled, and immediately I went to wrap my arms around her. Taylor laid her head against my chest, and burst into tears. My heart broke hearing each sob and feeling every heave of her chest against mine.

"You don't have to do this Taylor." I reminded her, but she only started to cry harder.

"Don't say that Travis." She cried, "I do. I have to!"

I sighed, but didn't say anything. It was clear that she'd made up her mind, even if it wasn't what she wanted.

I stood there holding her, letting her cry for almost ten minutes, before she started to calm down, and lifted her head.

"I don't want to kill our baby Travis." She said quietly, then started to cry again, her head immediately falling back onto my chest.

"Hey, look at me." I gently cupped her face with my hands, and she stared back at me, crying so hard she was struggling to breathe. "Take a deep breath Tay."

I breathed in, then out, and repeated that a few more times until she was breathing steadily with me.

"You are not killing our baby, okay? There's no baby yet, just a few cells that we're preventing from growing into a baby. Okay?" I said calmly, still holding her face in my hands.