The Seven Husbands of Taylor Swift

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TAYLOR SWIFT
The morning sunlight bathed us in a golden glow, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets, fingers still intertwined as if afraid to let go of the moment. It felt like a scene from a movie, almost too perfect to be real.

"Calvin and I were a PR stunt," I confessed, the words hanging in the air like a weight finally lifted.

He looked at me with a mix of understanding and something deeper, something that made my heart flutter. "I know. It became obvious you didn't love him and he didn't love you the more you talked to me. I didn't understand why you married, and then it clicked."

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of emotions I hadn't expected. "I just... you're not taking advantage of me. I want you to know that. Calvin is with someone else now."

His hand squeezed mine gently, reassuringly. "I never thought I was. I just want you to be happy, to be real with me."

I nodded, feeling the warmth of his words settle in my chest. "I am, with you. This is real."

And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn't pretending.

We spent countless nights together, wrapped in the comfort of our shared passions. Our evenings often bled into the early hours of the morning, with music playing softly in the background or a movie flickering on the screen. He was intelligent, captivating in a way that always held my attention. I loved the way his mind worked, the way he dissected every note of a song or every scene in a film, turning them into something more profound.

One night, as we were curled up on the couch, I nestled against his chest while we watched a classic movie we both adored. The room was dimly lit, the glow of the screen casting soft shadows around us. It was a moment of perfect serenity, one of those rare times where everything seemed just right. But then he paused the movie, and the stillness that followed felt heavy with unspoken words.

He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine. "Taylor, do you ever think about having kids?" he asked, his voice soft but serious.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sudden tightness in my chest. "I haven't really thought about it," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual, but I could hear the hesitation in my voice. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just... we've been together for a couple of years now," he began, his hand gently tracing patterns on my arm. "I feel like we should have this conversation, you know? I want to make sure we're on the same page about the future."

"What do you want?" I asked, my heart pounding a little faster. His answer would shape so much of what came next.

He looked at me for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. "I don't want kids," he finally said, his voice steady but sincere. "I never really have. It's just not something I see for myself."

His words hung in the air between us, and I could feel the weight of them pressing down on me. I had always imagined I would have children one day, but the more I thought about it, the more uncertain I felt. "I used to want them," I admitted, "but now... I'm not so sure. I've already been pregnant and it didn't end well." My voice wavered slightly, the memories still raw, still painful. "I don't know if I have the strength to go through that again."

He pulled me closer, his hand stroking my hair in a comforting rhythm. "I just want you to be happy," he said quietly.

"I can live without having kids," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "If it means I get to be with you, I'm okay with that. Really, I am."

I looked up at him, forcing a smile, but inside, I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. The fear of repeating the past loomed large, and the idea of risking another heartbreak was too much to bear. I wasn't ready to lose him, not after everything we'd been through together. So, I chose him, and in that moment, I decided that maybe that was enough.