Requested by: @reputation _dress
The stadium was alive with the roar of the crowd as the second quarter rolled on. Taylor Swift sat in the VIP suite, cheering on Travis with the rest of their friends and family. Her hand rested gently on her growing belly, a subtle reminder of the life growing inside her. She was four months pregnant, and so far, everything had been smooth sailing. Well, as smooth as pregnancy could be when you were balancing it with public appearances, concerts, and being married to an NFL star. She'd been feeling perfectly fine that morning, enjoying the game like any other day. But as the second quarter stretched on, something began to feel... off.
At first, she thought it was nerves. After all, Travis was playing an intense game, and she always got butterflies watching him out there. But this felt different. It started as a mild discomfort, a churning sensation low in her stomach. She shifted in her seat, trying to brush it off. Maybe it was something she ate. The scrambled eggs from breakfast? The smoothie? She couldn't quite place it. But then, it hit her—sharp, sudden, and overwhelming.
She felt a wave of nausea roll over her, the kind you can't ignore. Taylor pressed a hand to her mouth, her heart racing. *Oh no, not here, not now.* Her vision swam as she quickly stood up, feeling a little lightheaded. She tried to play it off, not wanting to alarm anyone.
"Taylor, are you okay?" Brittney asked, noticing her sudden movement.
"Yeah, I—uh, I'm just gonna head to the bathroom," Taylor muttered, trying to keep the panic from her voice. Her insides twisted as another wave of nausea surged through her. She wasn't sure she could make it.
Brittney gave her a concerned look. "I'll go with you."
Taylor barely managed a nod as Brittney quickly followed her down the hallway. Taylor's vision blurred as they made their way toward the restroom. By the time they reached it, Taylor was sure she wouldn't make it.
As soon as she pushed open the door, she rushed to the nearest stall, falling to her knees in front of the toilet just in time to throw up everything she had eaten that morning. It felt violent, relentless, and she barely had a second to catch her breath before the next wave hit. Her whole body trembled as she coughed and retched, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.
Suddenly, she felt a gentle hand pull back her hair, holding it out of the way as another rubbed soothing circles on her back. She hadn't even heard anyone come in. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself.
"I got you, babe."
Taylor's eyes flew open at the sound of Travis's voice. How—? She hadn't even realized he was there. She blinked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. Travis knelt beside her, worry etched all over his face.
"Travis?" she croaked, her voice weak.
"Yeah, Brittney got someone to come get me," he explained softly, his hand still rubbing her back as she leaned into him, trying to calm her breathing. "She said you ran to the bathroom and didn't look good."
Taylor could only nod, still overwhelmed by the nausea that had left her feeling shaky and vulnerable. She hadn't even had time to register what was happening before it hit her so fast and so hard.
"I-I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I felt fine until now. I don't know what happened. I barely made it in time."
Travis frowned, his protective instincts kicking in. "It's okay, Tay. You're okay. It's probably just a stomach bug or something, alright? We'll get you checked out."
"I've never felt sick like this during my pregnancy," she added, her words spilling out in a rush. Her hands trembled as she tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "I'm scared. What if it's something serious?"
