new years day (a tayvis fanfiction)

but you tolerate it

taylor swift's pov

it has now been a month since the accident. he can move around without crutches now and he's doing a lot better physically, just not emotionally. jason and kylie invited us over, i think it's a good idea. travis hardly leaves the house and gracie hasn't seen her cousins in a while.

a few days ago, i started throwing up. it comes on completely at random. travis has taken no time to care about anyone but himself so clearly he didn't notice. i've had to sit there on the cold bathroom tile with no one to hold my hair back.

i try to ignore the signs but it's so hard. i know exactly what this means. pregnancy. but i don't want it to mean that. i'm in no head space to have a baby. i'd be doing it completely alone. a toddler and a newborn? i'd rather die.

i sat on the edge of the bathtub with my leg bouncing up and down anxiously. i stared and the pregnancy test box in my hand debating whether i should take it. i knew what the results would be, but i didn't want to face the truth.

eventually i faced my fear. i peed on the stick with practiced ease like so many times before. i sat on the edge of the tub once again and waited for the timer to go off.

the timer made a sound i dreaded. i slowly flipped the test over to see two bright pink lines. suddenly, a singular tear rolled down my cheek and a smile appeared on my face. "i'm pregnant.." i mumbled to myself. i brought the test close to my heart and slightly giggled. part of me knew that this isn't good, but the other part of me had longed for this moment. i remember how scared i was when i became pregnant with gracie, but then the joy that settled over me when i knew travis would be there to support me through the whole thing.

i stared down at the test, "are you almost done?" his voice cut through my happiness. "uh, yeah one second." i quickly threw the box away burying it under somethings and placed the test in my pocket.

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we arrived at jason and kylie's house, gracie quickly ran towards the door. kylie was standing there and picked her up and spun her around. gracie then showed kylie her brand new bingo stuffed animal.

i opened travis's door and put out a hand to help him, "i don't need your help." he muttered. i almost broke down right there but i held it together.

everyone made it inside and the girls were running around. travis and i sat awkwardly on the couch, with a gap between us. i couldn't even bare to look at him. we've fought before, but it's never gone on for this long. but this time i don't even know what i did wrong. he's taking his stupid accident out on everyone that cares about him.

jason and travis were talking in the living room, and i went to the kitchen to get a drink. "tay are you okay?" kylie came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. i looked at her and i could no longer hold it together. the tears came pouring out and i wrapped my arms around her. "hey hey you're okay, let's go talk." she guided me into a bedroom.

"take a deep breath taylor, tell me what's going on." she said. i managed to stop crying. "it's everything. i feel so worthless. but he doesn't notice. even my two year old noticed. he's blaming me for what happened and i don't know how to fix it." i let it all out.

she begins to speak but i cut her off, "and im pregnant!" shit. i covered my mouth. "taylor.. congratulations." she took my hand.

"i found out this morning.. i don't want to tell him." i explained. i twiddle the ring on my finger. it felt good to tell someone.

"go clean yourself up, i will talk to him okay?" she hugged me once more and went out to the living room.

travis kelce's pov

"travis i have to talk to you." kylie came stomping from the hallway. i'll admit it, im a little scared of her. i followed her to the front porch.

"what did you do to her?" she yelled. my face turned blank. she was talking about taylor. "what?" i say nervously.

"don't act dumb travis, she's hurting. all she has done is help you, and you treat her like shit. she loves you more than anything. we all understand that you are hurt and it's taking a toll on your life, but believe it or not, it's also taking a toll on everyone else's. so you are going to go in there and apologize to her."

my heart was pounding at this point. i know i've been an asshole, but i didn't think it was that bad.

i took a few moments to myself after kylie went inside. i needed to think about how to apologize to her and really mean everything im saying.

      when i came inside kylie pointed to the spare bedroom. i opened the door and saw taylor sitting on the edge of the bed and face was all red and puffy. "taylor.." i sat next to her.

       "im only listening if you are going to mean every word you say and own up to how you've been treating me." she sniffled. "i know. i'm sorry. i was too focused on myself that i didn't take the time to see how this was affecting you. i've been an asshole and i'm sorry. i love you more than anything and im going to try my hardest to let this injury get the best of me."

        "i forgive you. but you also owe an apology to gracie." she explains. i lean in for a hug, it was short but it's getting somewhere.

      i went into the playroom to find gracie. she was playing barbie's with wyatt. "hey gracie, can you come here for a second?" i put a hand out and am greeted with a sweaty toddler hand.

       "listen, daddy is sorry for not wanting to play. but how about me you and mommy have a super fun movie night tonight?" she nods and smiles. i kissed her on the cheek before she ran back to continue playing.

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       we got home and cozied up on the couch for our promised movie night. gracie chose popstar barbie.

      halfway through the movie taylor darted to the bathroom. "mommy sick!" gracie said and frowned. "mommy is sick? like throw up sick?" i asked. she nodded.

authors note

surprise. how long til she tells him?