Mary's Song: A Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce Love Story

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Taylor's Pov:

I cried and cried and cried as I held Travis for the last time in a while. His parents and my parents were watching behind us but I didn't care. We were both probably ugly crying, well at least I was, and my heart broke even more when he pulled away, knowing that he had to go soon before he missed his flight.

His parents were taking him, I was gonna go, but decided not to because I wouldn't be able to control my emotions.

"I have to go baby, I promise I'll visit you as soon as I can" He said, tears in his eyes but not letting them fall. I shook my head as another sob broke through me.

"I love you so much" He kissed my forehead, "We'll text and call everyday"

"I love you too" I kissed him, and soon he was off with his parents. I sobbed when the car pulled away and fell into my mothers arms.

It was one thing letting go of him as a friend, but it's another now that we were in love. I wouldn't be able to go to his house and find him doing something stupid whenever I liked, I wouldn't be able to kiss him goodnight everyday, I wouldn't be able to cuddle him and talk about random things with him anymore.

"It's okay honey, this isn't forever. You're still going to see him, he'll just be a few hours away now. But you need to see the good side in this, he'll get to do his dream and once you're off to college so will you." My mom told me and I knew she was right. I knew I was being a little over dramatic but my emotions were everywhere. I just thought about him not being here everyday and it ticked me off. I knew that we would still call and text everyday, but my heart didn't want to let him go so soon.

So I went inside and drowned myself in my blankets, crying as I thought of him. My mom came in a few times throughout the day, getting me some food but I had no appetite and the smell of the plates she would bring me had me jumping out of my bed to run to the restroom. I didn't get any sleep that night, but I just hoped that overtime everything would get better for us.

***
Few weeks later

Everything did not in fact get better and I felt everything around me crumbling down as I stared at the positive pregnancy tests in front of me. 4 tests, 4 positive. I couldn't believe it however all the symptoms I've had and my missed period was a dreadful reminder that I was. I'd been throwing up for the past two weeks and at first I thought it was just a stomach bug but when my period app reminded me that it was over 3 weeks late, I knew it wasn't just a tiny bug. But god the reality that I had a child inside of me at just 16 made me want to crawl in a hole and stay there forever. I was too young, way too young. But I guess that's what happens when you're not careful enough.

I was shocked as I stared down at the tests, no emotion written across my face. All I wanted to do was scream and cry but nothing came out. The world seemed to just stop around me.

Hands shaking, I picked up one of the tests and brought it up to me to see if maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. But there they were, two bold lines staring right at me.

I let out a loud distressed sob, and fell to my knees. It can't be, it can't be, it can't be. But it was. I was pregnant. I was carrying my boyfriend's child while he was miles and miles away from me, pursuing his dream. Then another sob hit me. How was I supposed to tell him about this? I couldn't ruin his future career because of a child. I know for a fact that if I told him, he would leave everything behind to come and take care of us, and I couldn't do that to him. I wouldn't.

I cried and cried, for what seemed like forever. I don't think I've ever cried this much before. Everything felt like it was falling apart. How would I tell my parents? God I still had two years of high school left and Travis was making his career.

After a while, I stood up and wiped my eyes, walking over to my body mirror. I stood to the side and lifted up my shirt. There wasn't anything there yet but I sucked my stomach in and there it was. A tiny but obvious little ball. That was my baby. That was mine and Travis's baby and suddenly I knew this was happening. I knew I was having it.

I caressed my stomach and let out a cry, but this time it was full of shock and love. I knew I would love this baby so much. I didn't care how young I was or how hard it would be. This was my baby and I was keeping it. I was going to take care of it for the rest of their lives.

***
A week later

My mom is onto me and I know that I have to tell her soon but it's so hard to build up the courage and do it. Yesterday on her day off she asked to take me to the doctors but I denied and told her I would probably be fine soon. It took a while to convince her but once I told her I would go if I felt like this for longer she didn't bother me about it anymore.

I've known for a week now and everyday I cry when I think about the baby and Travis. I hadn't talked to Travis much. Because of football, it's very hard for him to have some free time, so texts is where it's at for us. I missed his face. His smell, his body, his voice. Everything, I just missed him. And it got harder everyday, now even more knowing that I was carrying his child.

I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. That in nine months I would have a human child to take care of. Well I actually didn't know how far along I was which was another reason for me to tell my mom so that I could get an ultrasound. And to see if the baby was okay. Okay now I have to tell her, I need to make sure my baby is healthy.

***
My mom would be home in about ten minutes so I went downstairs and sat on the couch waiting for her arrival.

As I was waiting I got a text from Travis. Smiling, I opened the message but once I read what it said, my smile completely dropped and the tears made their way to my eyes again.

A/N ughh I hate life right now. Anyways how's yours? sorry if this is short btw

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