"Ungh, shit.. gonna.." You grunt.
"DID YOU JUST COME INSIDE!?"Next day...
Taylor immediately runs to the bathroom, clutching her belly and puking. You hear the sound and immediately rush to her, kneeling neside her and rubbing her back.
"Easy, baby. Just breathe." You try to comfort her, but she just keeps puking. After a little while, she stops, her breathing is ragged. "You okay, baby?" You rub her back. "No, no.. what if I'm pregnant? I can't.." She begins to shake and cry. "Hey, hey. Calm down.." You hold her and stroke her hair. "Shhh..." You kiss her head, and she stops crying and sniffles. "Can you go get me 3 pregnancy tests from the pharmacy?" She whispers. Her voice is a bit hoarse from throwing up. "Of course, baby.. I'm going right now."
30 minutes later, Taylor comes out of the bathroom with 3 positive tests.
"I'm pregnant."...
6 months later.
Taylor's trying to tie her shoes, but she can't bend over with how huge her belly's gotten. You chuckle a bit and help tie them for her, rubbing her belly. She gasps a bit, it seems the baby kicked. "She always kicks when I rub your belly. She likes me." You laugh a bit. "Mhm." Taylor lifts her shirt and looks down to see how big it's become. "I'm carrying so low.." She whines a bit, rubbing at her lower tummy. "It's so heavy." She sighs. You help her get up since she can't, and you drive to the doctor's for a checkup.
After the checkup, it's already nighttime. In the middle of the night, Taylor wakes you, very distressed. You jolt awake, thinking she went into labor early but it was just some strong Braxton hicks contractions. It seemed like she was in a lot of pain, though. You hold her hand and rub her back, guiding her to breathe. "Baby.." Her voice is really low. She doesn't raise her voice when she's in pain, that's one thing you know about her. "Yes, baby?" You kiss her forehead. "Is it done now?" She wipes the sweat from her forehead and nods. "Hurt so much, baby.." Her voice is slightly raspy. "I know, sweetheart. It's okay now, though." You reassure, holding her. "Try to go back to sleep, okay? If anything happens, I'll be right here with you." She tries to get back to sleep, but suddenly gasps again. "What's wrong now?" You immediately go into alert mode. "I think.. I think I peed myself.. she kicked my bladder." You calm down a bit, rubbing her back. "Oh.. it's okay. I'll clean you up." You gently start undressing her. "Please do..."More months later.
It's 2am.
Taylor's awake, she's nervous for some reason. She didn't wanna wake you, so she just got out of bed and padded downstairs barefoot to get some water. She suddenly felt fizzy and lightheaded, so she sunk down onto the floor, panting slightly. She wanted to go back upstairs and call you, but she couldn't feel her legs. She suddenly had a strong contraction, and clutched her belly immediately. "Y/n.." She moaned a bit in pain, not being able to yell or call out. You woke up cause you needed to go to the bathroom, and just saw her there. You woke up at the right time, and ran to her. "Baby, what's happening? Are you alright!?" She keeps her hands on her belly, still panting slightly. She's still riding out the contraction. When it's done, she looks up, and her eyes are watery. Her voice is very hoarse and barely above a whisper."I think.. I think my water's breaking... It doesn't feel like I'm peeing.."
You look down and notice the large amount of water that gushed out. You panic, realizing that your wife is literally going into labor at 2am. "Okay, baby. Stay calm. I'm gonna time your contractions now."
Once they're very close, you pick her up and carry her to the car, laying her back in the backseat."You're gonna be okay, baby. The hospital bags are in the trunk, okay?" You rub her hand. She nods, and you immediately get into the drivers seat. As you're driving to the hospital, Taylor yells out a bit. The contractions are getting stronger, and they're about 3 minutes apart. "God, help me. I feel it in my back and thighs!" She wails. "Almost there, honey. You're doing so well."
About an hour later, she's in active labor and in the delivery room. She's.. loud, to say the least. She hasn't let go of your hand since she got here. She's fully dilated now, and pushing.About 40 hours later, you hear a loud shaky gasp of extreme relief when the baby's finally out. "Congratulations, it's a girl." The doctor says. She immediately sobs at the sound of her baby's first cries, and quickly takes her new little bundle from the doctor. She swiftly takes her shirt off, making skin to skin contact with the baby. It immediately stops crying at the sensation of her skin. Taylor calms down a bit, and lets the nurse help her feed the baby. You watch in awe, still holding her hand.
"We have a baby girl now." You keep your voice low and gentle, kissing her hand. She nods shakily, her eyes are still glossy with tears. "Feeding is a bit uncomfortable.." She sighs a bit. "It's okay, baby. You'll get used to it." You say, gently rubbing her hand with your thumb. "So, um.. what do you wanna name her?" She asks. "Me? I want YOU to pick." She thinks for a bit. "I think.. I think I choose..."
Request names in the comments and I'll choose then update!!
Stay tuned for part 2
-sky :3
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Bottom Taylor oneshots!!💕
FanfictionNobody does bottom taylor, and it's always about y/n. Y/n will always be the one getting attention from taylor, the one having anxiety, Eds, depression, disorders, fears, and taylor just stays the same which is BORING!! so here I am. Taking requests...