Requested by: @JadedAngelsRising
The hotel suite was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of paper from Taylor Swift's notes scattered on the coffee table. She sat cross-legged on the couch, glancing at her phone every few minutes. It was late, and her mind should have been focused on prepping for the last leg of *The Eras Tour*. But tonight, something far more pressing gnawed at her thoughts.
She leaned back, running a hand through her messy blonde hair, eyes flitting between her notes and the window. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind — long rehearsals, endless interviews, and flights that blurred the lines between night and day. But none of that had prepared her for the uncertainty she felt in her own body.
There was a strange, constant tiredness she couldn't shake, nausea that came and went at the most inconvenient times, and a growing sense that something was different. She had pushed through everything, as she always did, blaming it on stress, travel, and the sheer pace of her schedule. But tonight, she couldn't ignore the feeling any longer.
She pulled her phone from the cushion beside her and opened her messages. Her thumb hovered over Abigail's name before she finally typed out a message.
**Taylor:** *"Hey, can you come to my room? I need to talk to you about something... it's important."*
She stared at the screen for a moment before pressing send. Almost instantly, the three dots appeared.
**Abigail:** *"Of course! I'll be there in 10. Are you okay?"*
Taylor chewed on her lower lip, unsure how to answer that. Was she okay? She wasn't sure yet. But she had a sinking feeling that her world was about to change — and not in the way she expected before the final stretch of her tour.
**Taylor:** *"I'm not sure. Just come, please."*
She set her phone down and stood up, pacing the length of the room. Her nerves were making her stomach twist even more than it already had been. Was it possible? Could she actually be pregnant? The thought sent a chill down her spine, but also a rush of excitement. She and Travis hadn't exactly planned for this, but still...
Before she could get too lost in her thoughts, a knock at the door snapped her back to reality. She rushed over, pulling it open to find Abigail standing there, looking concerned but smiling softly.
"Hey, what's going on?" Abigail asked, stepping inside. She had her hair tied back in a casual ponytail, wearing a simple sweater and jeans — a stark contrast to the glamor of the tour. It was comforting, somehow. Taylor shut the door behind her, her heart racing.
"I think... I think I might be pregnant," Taylor blurted out, her voice a little shaky.
Abigail's eyes widened in shock, her mouth parting slightly. "Oh my God, Tay. Are you serious?"
Taylor nodded, feeling her own nerves bubbling up. "I've been feeling weird for a few weeks. I didn't think much of it at first, but... something feels different. I'm late, too. I don't know for sure, but—"
Abigail's face softened, and she took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's not panic. Have you taken a test?"
Taylor shook her head, feeling her cheeks flush. "No... I didn't want to do it alone."
Abigail smiled, wrapping an arm around Taylor's shoulders in a comforting gesture. "You won't have to. I'll go get some tests. We'll figure this out together, okay?"
Taylor let out a shaky breath, grateful for her best friend's calm presence. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd do the same for me," Abigail said with a grin. "I'll be back in a flash."