Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

can i do it with a mini me? p2

okay i KNOW this chapter is short i'm so sorry but the next one will be longer hopefully

"What?" My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at Tree, and she smiled wider. She showed me the test, and it was in fact, positive. 6-8 weeks. "Why did– what?" I stuttered, still in shock.

"Now you know how you really feel!" She said excitedly, and my mouth hung open. I still wasn't entirely sure how I felt.

I took the test from her hands and brought it closer to my face, staring at it as if that would make this any less scary. It didn't. After a minute, I looked up at Tree.

"Is the car here yet?" I asked, and she frowned.

"Yeah, probably... but–

"Alright," I nodded and clutched the test tight in my hand, "let's go then."

"Hey, wait. You were upset when you thought it was negative, right? Doesn't that mean you're happy that it's positive?" Tree smiled and I paused, taking a breath.

"I don't know. I just... I want to see Travis." I stuttered, "I don't– I don't know. I don't want to think about it. I can't– right now. I don't know." I rambled, then moved past Tree to grab my bag.

The entire car ride to the airport was silent, neither of us knowing what to say. When we arrived, Tree stayed with me for a while until eventually we had to go our separate ways. She was going to go back home for a few days to see her family, while I went to Kansas City.

The flight was silent, too. Not that I had anyone to talk to, but I just sat quietly, fidgeting with my hands the whole way. I thought a lot. About what Travis would think. About how I felt– which I still didn't know. Tree was right, I was upset when I thought it was negative, but I don't think I'm happy about it being positive, either.

When my driver pulled up to Travis's house close to 7am, I thanked him, and got out of the car, then dragged my suitcase up towards the front door.

Travis must have gotten an alert that a car had come through the gate, because before I could even knock, he pulled open the door with the widest grin on his face.

"Baby! You're here early!"

I smiled at my boyfriend and let go of my suitcase, then threw myself into his arms. "Hey Trav." I mumbled into his chest, forcing my voice to stay steady.

I stayed wrapped in his embrace for a few minutes, tears welling in my eyes. I didn't want him to let go, I wanted to stay safe in his arms. I didn't want to deal with real life at the moment.

Eventually, he pulled away, and tucked some hair out of my face, observing me carefully. "Hey..." he said softly, and my lip started to tremble. "Hey, hey, baby, what's wrong?"

I slowly shook my head, "Nothing, I just missed you."

Travis studied my face for another second, not seeming convinced, but nodded and grabbed my bag.

We spent the next few ours chatting, making breakfast, and just enjoying each other's company. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, his hand always finding mine, or my head resting on his shoulder.

After eating, I felt a hint of nausea, not as bad as last night, but uncomfortable. The uneasiness in my lower belly only forced me to think about what I was trying so hard to forget. And I knew I couldn't just ignore it, but god, I wanted to. Everything was so perfect right now. I had a few weeks left of the tour and I wanted to perform every show perfectly. And the Chiefs had been playing amazing, I had a good feeling they'd be heading straight for the superbowl. A baby now just wouldn't be the right timing.

Then again, I didn't have too many shows left. I'd probably be able to finish the tour while I'm pregnant. Was that absolutely insanely crazy of me though? To continue a world tour while I'm pregnant?

I couldn't stop the whirlwind of thoughts in my head as I laid on the couch, cuddled into Travis's chest. He was watching something on the TV, but I just couldn't get myself to pay attention.

"Baby?"

I blinked, and turned to look up to Travis.

"Huh?"

"You seem distracted," Travis chuckled, pulling me in closer to his chest, "What's going on my love?"

"Um," I whispered, shaking my head to rid my thoughts. "I actually... have something to tell... you... It's a...surprise." I stuttered, lifting my head off his chest to sit up properly.

"A surprise?" He raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

"I don't know how I feel about it yet." I murmured, tears filling my eyes, "But I'm..." I trailed off, looking Travis in the eyes, "I'm pregnant."

Travis paused, and stared at me, clearly not knowing what to say. We both knew full well what we'd planned to do if this happened.

"Okay..." He murmured, and I blinked at him.

"Just okay?" I asked, my heart pounding. Did he really not want this?

"I–... we talked about this. Right...?" He said quietly and I sighed, nodding.

"I know what we said. And maybe it's not perfect timing, but... I think I want to keep it." I half smiled. It felt strange to say that out loud, but it also felt right. I wanted to keep it.

Travis didn't say anything for a moment, then glanced at my stomach, and back at my eyes.

"Oh– also...." I added, reaching into my back pocket. I pulled out the positive pregnancy test, and showed it to him.

"Oh my god." He whispered, taking it gently from my hands. "You're really pregnant."

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. I wanted this. I did want this. It took me a while to figure it out, but I did.

"I don't want an abortion." I shook my head, tears falling down my cheeks, "I want the baby... I want us to have a baby." I cried softly, and Travis suddenly grinned, his eyes glistening with tears. 

"Then we're gonna have a baby!" He smiled, and couldn't help but burst into tears. "Oh baby, come here."

I buried myself into Travis's chest, and for some reason, couldn't stop crying. I was a mess. A big happy mess. 

"I'm sorry I can't stop crying." I sobbed, and Travis just laughed and shook his head.

"Hey, you're pregnant, you're allowed to cry whenever you want." He grinned.

I managed a small laugh/cry, and smiled. "So... you're happy?"

"Baby, I've never been happier in my life."