Sweet Nothing

Weird Cravings

Taylor's POV:
It's already 6:00 AM and Travis is already asleep but I want this craving. It's spaghetti with pickles. I know I can't wake Travis up so I decided to cook it. I stood up and I guess Travis heard it.

"Where are you going?"

I looked back and said. "Cooking. Your son is hungry"

"I'll cook. What do you want?" He stood up from the bed.

"No, it's okay. I'll cook" I insisted.

"No. What do you want?"

"It may sound weird to you but it's Spaghetti with pickles"

"What the actual fuck is that kind of food... never mind. I'll cook. They say the when Pregnant Women cooks, they loose their appetite. I don't want the food to go to waste."

"Fine, I'll wait for you here" I sat back at the bed and waited for Travis to cook.

Travis' POV:
I went to the kitchen and brought all the cooking materials and ingredients. I wonder what gas gotten into her mind to have this weird craving. After cooking for 30 Minutes I brought the food upstairs.

"Hey, Tay. It's cooked now"

"Thank youuu, I love you so much. Traviii" Taylor hugged me as I sat next to her.

Taylor's POV:

"You really gonna eat that?" Travis looked at my food with a disgust.

I looked at him "Of course. This is what your son wants"

"Suit your self. Also are you attending the Grammys?"

"I'am, of course it's the Grammys!"

"And what are you gonna wear?"

"Probably a Black one, since I'm also gonna announce Reputation my version there"

"Okay, cool. What are the plans this summer? I mean you don't have tours anymore and I don't have football"

"Little Mister here is coming, I don't we could go and have a vacation"

"That's true tho. You really love spaghetti with pickles?"

"Duh! It's so delicious and you should taste it!"

"I think I'll pass"

"Aw, but it's delicious."

"No, Taylor"

"Fineee. But I'm telling you this is very yummy"

"When you give birth, I'll cook that again and let's see if you'll still love it."

"Well this is good. For now..."

"But still. It's weird"

"Say all you want"

After 5 Hours, it's already 10 in the morning and I'm leaving to go to Nashville to spend time with my family.

After 3 hours, I have finally arrived at Nashville. My mom greeted me at her front porch.

"Hi, honey" she pulled me in for a hug.

"Hi, mom. I missed you"

"Same honey, where's Travis?"

"He has practice and interviews. His schedule wont fit in"

"It's okay, come inside"

I walked through mom's house and I went straight to my bedroom and throw my self on the bed and mom walked in while I'm laying down and staring at the ceiling.

I didn't even realized that mom walked in my bedroom and I was startled. "Gosh, mom. Knock please."

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. But there's food in the kitchen, if you're hungry it's in the refrigerator just heat it up"

"Okay, but is there pickles and honey?"

Mom looked back at me and was confused. "We do have one, why?"

"It's what I've been craving for."

"Well, they're in refrigerator. You can get one yourself"

"Okayy"

Mom left my room and I picked up my guitar from I had when I was just 16 years old. I played a bit but can't hold it for too long because of my growing belly.

After a while, I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the pickles and honey, and ate it by dipping the pickle into the honey jar. Austin saw me doing that and looks disgusted.

"What the hell are you eating, Taylor Swift?" Austin giving me a disgusted look.

"Pickles and honey, why?"

"Ewww, bleh" Still Austin looks disgusted.

"It's good tho. Don't be so mean, try this"

"No, the hell? Why am I gonna eat that"

"If you eat this I'll pay for your NYC apartment rent."

"Hm, you will?"

"Yes!" I agreed.

"Fine!" Austin came over and tasted it. "It taste..."

"Is it good?"

Austin nodded. "It is tho"

"See? I told you! But have you ever tried Spaghetti with pickles?"

"Spaghetti with what?"

"Pickles!"

"Oh my god..."

"Why?"

"I- I mean- uhm... that's the real weird one"

"It's not weird dude"

"Hm yeah, I'll think about that"

"You should try it!"

Austin went to grab his car keys and turned around to the door to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?"

He looked back. "I'm going to the park with my girlfriend, why?"

"Oh, okay. Be safe at driving, I know you"

Austin closed the door and I continued eating my Pickles with honey...