Marry, kiss or kill

Chapter 20

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I'm not very knowledgeable about pregnancy, so each chapter will represent a month.

**Taylor's POV:**

"Tay, wake up, we have an appointment with the OB."

I groaned a bit, burying my head in the pillow to keep the light from hurting my eyes.

"Come on, Tay, wake up, babe."

"Ugh, okay, okay."

Before I could say anything, a wave of nausea hit me, and I jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom.

Like many mornings now, I threw up.

Travis arrived just in time to hold my hair and gently rub my back to reassure me.

He whispered, "It's okay, Tay, take it easy, everything is fine," repeating it several times until I felt better.

Once I was ready, we headed to the hospital for the appointment.

We waited a little in the waiting room before a nurse came to take us to the room where the doctor would examine me.

"Hello, Miss Swift, you're here for your pregnancy, right?"

I simply nodded.

"Do you know how many weeks you are?"

"6 weeks."

"Very well, I'll proceed with the examination." She turned to Travis, who was holding my hand beside me. "Would you like to stay or wait in the waiting room?"

"It's up to you, Tay," he replied, looking at me.

"I'd like him to stay, if possible."

"Yes, of course."

"The baby seems perfectly healthy; however, it's too early to determine the sex of the child."

We said our goodbyes to the gynecologist and headed home.

As soon as we reached the threshold of the house, I ran to the bathroom.

I felt Travis behind me, worried.

"Tay, is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine, just a bathroom emergency."

"Oh, okay." I heard him trying to stifle his laughter behind the door.

"Don't laugh too much, Travis Michael Kelce."

"Sorry, my dear."

I emerged from the bathroom and washed my hands.

"Don't even talk to me, you just made fun of a pregnant woman, and you think she's going to speak to you? You're dreaming, big guy."

"Oh come on, Tay."

"You're annoying, Trav." He knew I didn't mean it.

"But I know you love me." He stepped closer.

"Do I?" I replied playfully.

"From what I hear at night, yes, Miss Swift."

I gently tapped his arm.

"TRAVIS!"

"Oh come on, come here."

Without warning, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against his chest. I lifted my head, our lips just inches apart. He leaned down slightly, and I stood on my tiptoes to close the gap between our lips.

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"Travyyyyy." I yelled in the house for him to come.

I heard his footsteps approaching quickly.