Taylor swift mother imagines

you get pregnant as a teen

SHES BACK!!! sorry i ghosted yall but im here know. lets see how long that lasts, anyway i wrote this literally 2 minutes ago so enjoy hoes ily

Y/ns POV:

"Mama?" I slowly call out as I'm walking down the stairs, my hand almost instantly going to my stomach as some weird reflex. "Yea baby?" she calls from the living room. I direct my attention to my hand and make my way carefully to the living room.

 My mum was sitting on the couch, scrolling on her phone with the tv playing in the background. "I need your help" I tell her, tears already prickling through my eyelashes. She stood up immediately, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

"Baby what's wrong?" she asks me, her face clouded with worry.

 Her calm self disappeared just moments ago. "Um. I'm really sorry "I cried into her shoulder, my shoulders shaking slightly. "Baby what? Tell mama. It's ok" she rubs my back. "I tried to be safe i promise" i choked out, holding her tight.

 "Safe with what my love? Tell me" she presses, clearly worried. "I'm pregnant" I slip out, freezing in her arms. 

"Mom?" I look up to see her staring at me. "Get off me" she pulls me off standing up. "Mom im sor-" slap. "Y/N! What the fuck" she stares at me disgusted. "Mama, I'm really sorry, I need your help." I got to hug her but she walked back further. 

"No, I'm not giving you anything. In fact you can pack your bags and leave this house" she raises her voice again, making you cringe. She never does that. "You turn 16 in a month, when did you have sex?" She continues at the same volume. 

"I-i snu-ck in-to a party a f-few months ago" i sobbed, comforting myself. "y/n for the love of god, i have taught you about having safe sex, when you're 18 and you go and do this. Your so fucking selfish." she yells at me. "Leave" she tells me. "Mama please" I sniffled out, drained. 

"y/n i said leave before i get greg to drag you out" she walks away. I spend about half an hour sobbing on the couch, trying to convince myself she will come around. I keep remembering the moment she went stiff on me, anger radiating from her.

 The slap, that she's never done before. After a few more minutes of wallowing in self pity I dragged myself up the stairs and hurriedly packed a bag before leaving my house keys and taking my shoes.

 I had about $700 saved up from work that I was going to use to get a safe place to stay for me and my baby. I already loved her so much and would do anything to keep her safe. i placed a hand on my stomach trying to feel something. the baby felt like her, at least to me.  i left my house, walking down the street i pulled my phone out. "Hi can i get a taxi to the airport please"

Taylors POV:

"Taylor what the fuck" selena shines through the bright home screen, mad at screaming at taylor. "Taylor, this is not ok, you kicked your pregnant daughter out of her house, she has nowhere to go."

 You messed up" she hangs up, sick of taylor. "Fuck, i fucked up" taylor mumbles to herself walking down the stairs.

your cries have quietened down so taylor thinks your asleep on the couch. "y/n darling" Taylor starts, about to apologizing before realising your not there. Fear rises and she runs up to your room. 

Just to see a bunch of clothes all over the floor. Your suitcase in your closet is gone and so are your favourite pair of sneakers. Along with a handful of jumpers and pants. Taylors face goes pale. "Oh fuck" she sob almost immedietly.

 Her knees give out as Taylor falls onto her daughter's bed. A few hours go by and Taylor is going around town asking almost everybody she sees on the streets if they have seen you, but she can't find you anywhere. My baby is gone.