Taylor Swift one shots

So Beautiful

The day of the VMAs had finally arrived, and the energy in the penthouse was palpable. Taylor stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, dressed in a stunning custom-made gown. The dress was a shimmering, gold masterpiece, hugging her body in all the right places while elegantly draping over her growing baby bump. Her hair was done up in soft waves, her makeup was flawless, and she knew—objectively—that she looked beautiful.

But as she stared at herself in the mirror, her heart began to race with uncertainty. This was her first major public event since the news of her pregnancy had gone public, and the reality of it hit her all at once. She had always been confident on red carpets, but now, with her body changing and her baby bump so visible, she couldn't shake the feeling of self-consciousness. She touched her stomach lightly, the weight of the dress feeling a little too much all of a sudden.

"What if people think I look... different? Or not myself?" she muttered to herself.

She bit her lip, her hands instinctively covering her bump, as if that would somehow make it disappear. She loved her baby and the thought of motherhood, but tonight felt overwhelming—like the world was watching and waiting to judge her new appearance.

From across the room, Travis, who had been finishing getting dressed in his suit, noticed the shift in her demeanor. He could see the way she was standing, how her hands hovered over her bump, the nervous energy radiating off of her. He knew that look. Taylor, as confident as she often was, had moments of doubt like anyone else, and right now, she needed him.

He walked over quietly, his presence warm and reassuring. Standing behind her, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands over hers, right on top of her bump. She met his gaze in the mirror, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of care.

Taylor hesitated, her eyes dropping from the mirror. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel... I don't know how I feel. I love this dress, but... I feel so different. I'm not used to seeing myself like this, and everyone's going to see it too. What if I don't look like I belong there anymore?"

Travis frowned gently, turning her around so she was facing him. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. "Taylor, you look stunning," he said, his voice firm but tender. "I mean it. You're always beautiful, but tonight? You look like a goddess. And that little bump?" He smiled, glancing down at her stomach before meeting her eyes again. "It's part of you, part of us, and it makes you even more incredible."

She smiled faintly, but the doubt was still there, lingering in the back of her mind. "I just don't want people to think I'm... I don't know, less glamorous or something. The cameras, the fans—they'll see everything."

Travis stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her completely this time, holding her close to him. "Forget the cameras and the fans for a second," he whispered, his lips brushing against her hair. "None of that matters. What matters is you—how you feel, how much you've already done, and how proud I am of you. You're going to walk out there, looking the way you do right now, and everyone is going to be blown away. Trust me."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "You're not just the same Taylor you've always been—you're more. You're carrying our future, and there's nothing more beautiful than that."

Taylor's eyes softened as she gazed up at him. The weight of her insecurity slowly began to lift, replaced by the warmth of his words. She leaned her forehead against his chest, breathing in the comfort of his embrace. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head, smiling against her hair. "Good thing you'll never have to find out."

They stood there for a few moments, holding each other as the nerves began to fade. Taylor took a deep breath, her hand moving back to rest on her bump, this time with pride rather than hesitation. Travis stepped back, offering her his hand.

"Ready to show the world how amazing you are?" he asked with a grin.

Taylor smiled, finally feeling that spark of confidence return. "Yeah, I think I am."

With Travis by her side, she knew that no matter what the world thought, she was exactly where she was meant to be. And as they headed out to the waiting car, she felt ready to face the red carpet—not just as Taylor Swift, the music icon, but as Taylor Swift, mother-to-be, more radiant and powerful than ever before.