Taylor Swift one shots

Emilia

The room was softly lit, the hum of medical equipment in the background as Taylor sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her body tense with both pain and anticipation. The contractions had intensified over the past hour, each one coming quicker and stronger than the last. Taylor gripped Travis's hand tightly, her knuckles turning white as another wave of pain rolled through her.

Travis was right by her side, his brow furrowed with concern. "You're doing great," he whispered, his voice soothing and steady. "Just breathe through it. I'm right here."

Taylor nodded, her breath shaky as she tried to follow his advice. But the contractions were so overwhelming, and she felt herself slipping into the grip of exhaustion. "I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, her voice filled with doubt.

"You can," Travis reassured her, his grip on her hand firm and supportive. "We're almost there."

The doctor had just arrived with the anesthesiologist, who was preparing the epidural. Taylor had been hesitant at first, wanting to see how far she could go on her own, but now, as the pain surged through her, she knew she needed help. She looked at Travis, who gave her an encouraging nod, as if to say it was okay to make this choice.

"Just hold still for a few minutes, Taylor," the anesthesiologist said gently, positioning her on the edge of the bed. "You'll feel a little pinch, and then it should start to relieve some of the pressure."

Taylor braced herself, biting her lip as she leaned forward slightly, clutching Travis's hand for support. The needle itself didn't hurt much, but the pressure in her back made her wince. Travis knelt beside her, his face level with hers, his free hand resting on her knee, keeping her grounded.

"You're doing amazing," he murmured, his voice the only thing that seemed to cut through the haze of pain and anxiety. "Just breathe. I've got you."

Taylor focused on his words, on the warmth of his hand in hers, and tried to relax. The epidural was over quickly, and she felt a small wave of relief as the medication began to work its way through her body. Slowly, the pain dulled, leaving her able to breathe without the sharp edge of the contractions overwhelming her.

"Better?" Travis asked, his eyes full of concern but soft with love.

Taylor nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "Yeah, it's better. Thank you."

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her hair away from her damp face. "You've got this, babe. We're so close."

The hours that followed blurred together as Taylor's labor progressed. With the epidural helping to manage the pain, she could focus on each stage of labor without feeling like she was being torn apart. But still, the exhaustion was evident in every breath she took, every push the doctors guided her through.

Travis never left her side, his hand firmly clasped in hers, whispering words of encouragement whenever she needed them. He watched her with awe, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she fought through the most intense moments with a strength he had always known she possessed.

"You're almost there, Taylor," the doctor said, her voice calm but urging. "Just a few more pushes."

Taylor's breath hitched as she gave another push, her entire body shaking from the effort. She felt the burn, the overwhelming pressure, but she knew she was so close. Travis's hand was steady in hers, and his voice was a constant presence in her ear, guiding her through the storm.

"One more," the doctor encouraged.

Taylor took a deep breath, every muscle in her body tensing as she pushed with everything she had left. The room seemed to fall into silence, the only sound the heavy breathing from her and the focused murmur of the medical team.

And then, all at once, the pressure lifted, replaced by the softest cry Taylor had ever heard.

"It's a girl!" the doctor announced, holding up their tiny daughter, her face scrunched and red, but perfect in every way.

Taylor's body sagged back against the pillows, a flood of relief washing over her as the nurses quickly wiped the baby clean and placed her on Taylor's chest. The tears came instantly, pouring from her eyes as she looked down at the small, wriggling bundle in her arms.

"She's here," Taylor whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "She's really here."

Travis's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at their daughter, his eyes wide with disbelief and wonder. He had been prepared for this moment, but nothing could have truly prepared him for the overwhelming wave of love that surged through him as he laid eyes on her.

"She's perfect," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned down, kissing Taylor's forehead and then brushing his lips softly against their baby girl's head. "You did it, Tay. You were amazing."

Taylor's tears fell freely as she looked up at Travis, overwhelmed by love for both him and their daughter. "We did it," she said softly, her voice filled with awe. "Travis, meet Emilia."

"Emilia," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like it was meant for her. "It's perfect."

They stayed like that for a long while, just the three of them, the world outside fading away as they focused on the tiny miracle that had just entered their lives. Taylor held Emilia close, feeling the weight of her daughter on her chest, her tiny heart beating against her own.

"I love you," Taylor whispered, looking up at Travis, her eyes filled with a love that had only grown deeper through this experience.

"I love you too," Travis said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down again, kissing her tenderly. Then, with a smile, he added, "And I love you, little Emilia."

Their family had grown in a single, beautiful moment, and as they sat together, huddled close, Taylor knew that this was the beginning of something even more incredible than she had ever imagined.