Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

just a little soon

Taylor's POV

I stared down at the positive pregnancy test with tears in my eyes, shock pounding through me like a drum.

I hadn't really thought it would be true. I'd just noticed a few nauseous mornings, sore boobs, a sudden aversion to some food, and I'd taken the test to put my mind at ease. But it was positive. I didn't have a cold, or a bug. I had a baby.

"Holy shit." I whimpered.

Travis and I had only been dating for three months. I couldn't be pregnant. I was on birth control.

Fingers shaking, I pulled open the top drawer under the sink and pulled out my little box of birth control pills. Opening it, I tugged the last one out to see that there were way too many pills than there should be. I must have forgotten about ten days over the last month, and I had no idea when. I'd forgotten, and now I was pregnant. Swallowing nervously, I put the pills down and straightened up, pulling my shirt over my head. Turning to the side, I looked at my stomach in the mirror.

I didn't think there was anywhere there, but of course I wouldn't be showing. The furthest along I could possibly be would be about two months. Biting my lip, I sucked in my stomach so that the bottom part beneath my belly button was exposed, and then gasped. It was sticking out more than normal, only a fraction. I quickly pulled my shirt back on, trying not to panic.

I wasn't ready to be a mother. Well, I was, but I wasn't ready with Travis just yet. We still had so much to learn about each other, so much time to have to ourselves before we would even start to discuss something this huge. But ready or not, this was happening, and I already knew what I was going to do. I'd never turn my back on my own child, and I'd always desperately wanted a baby. I was terrified of how Travis was going to react, but he was a mature, sensible man who might at least tell me he'd be there for the baby.

Panicking, I picked up my phone and sat down on the edge of the bath. I couldn't tell him over the phone, but I had to tell him soon before I overthought myself into a terrified mess. I was sure we could work this out. We weren't dumb teenagers who managed to get into trouble, we were adults. Taking in a deep breath, I texted him.

Me: I really need to talk to you about something, what's your schedule this week?

Travis: I can call you in half an hour, just finishing up recording

Me: It's really more of an in person discussion

Me: Can I come and see you?

Travis: Baby is there something I need to be worried about? Are you okay? Did something happen?

Me: You don't need to worry, I promise. There's just something that's changed and I'd really like to talk to you in person about it

Travis: Of course, why don't you come tomorrow? I finish practice at one and can pick you up from the airport any time after that

Me: Okay, tomorrow sounds perfect. I'll organize a flight and let you know what time I'll be there

Travis liked my message to let me know he'd read it, and I quickly organized a time tomorrow to fly from New York to Kansas City. Once I'd got it sorted, I forwarded the information to Travis and then got up, placing my phone in my pocket. Picking up the pregnancy test with its double pink lines, I slipped it back inside the box and turned off the bathroom light as I left.

I packed a bag to stay with Travis for a few days, tucking the little box on top before putting it by the door for tomorrow. Trying not to think about the little life growing in my stomach, I made dinner and ate in silence, staring blankly. I really didn't know what Travis was going to say, but I thought worst case scenario. He'd been incredible, and I was loving every moment I spent with him. I wasn't ready for it to be over, but I tried not to think about the possibility that Travis might walk away. Part of me knew in my heart he wouldn't abandoned me, but I was still scared.