Nova [Tayvis Fanfiction]

NEBULA

Four Days Later
Taylor Swift's Point of View
I don't like raisins. Not one bit. But an aversion this strong, making me sick like that? It's never happened before. I brushed it off at first, blaming stress and the mess my eating habits have become lately. But then, just a couple of days ago, something finally clicked. I was planning out my schedule, looking ahead at the next few weeks, and when I got to around the 4th, something nagged at me. I checked my calendar, flipped back a few weeks, then it hit me: I never got my period.

I've been so wrapped up in everything with Travis that it never even crossed my mind. But now, sitting here with the test in my hands, the weight of it all is starting to sink in. My heart's racing, and I'm holding onto this little piece of plastic like it's going to answer everything for me. I said I'd put Travis in my past, but how the hell am I supposed to do that if I'm pregnant?

I let out a frustrated sigh, my mind spinning. I can't keep sitting here forever, wondering what comes next. I've always liked having control, but this... this is different.

I push myself to my feet. "Can't just sit here forever," I mutter to myself.

"Okay, piss stick, let's do this." I mutter, bracing myself as I sit down and, well, take care of business. My heart is pounding like it's trying to break free from my chest, and I can't keep my hands from trembling. I'm praying it's negative—because if it's positive, then what? I don't even know where to begin.

Afterward, I set the test down on the counter, watching the digital timer start to load. The seconds tick by, each one feeling slower than the last. The little hourglass symbol is taunting me, blinking and pausing as if it's trying to drag this out as long as possible.

"Come on! I don't have all day," I groan, pacing the bathroom floor. Every time I glance at it, the test still hasn't loaded.

Then it appears, clear as day, that one dreaded word: Pregnant.

I stare at it, frozen, my brain refusing to process what it's seeing. The word seems to pulse, each letter heavier than the last, as if it's trying to sink its way into my bones. I read it once, twice, but no amount of rereading will make it say anything different. My hands go numb, and the test slips from my fingers, landing on the counter with a soft clink.

Pregnant.

The room suddenly feels too small, the walls pressing in, my heart hammering faster than ever. I sink down onto the edge of the tub, clutching my stomach almost instinctively, a thousand thoughts flooding my mind all at once. This changes everything. I thought I was putting Travis in my past, moving forward. But now? Now I'm tethered to him, to this part of him that's growing inside me.

I take a shaky breath, trying to calm myself, but all I can think is, What am I going to do?

Alright, breathe. I tell myself again, as if I can somehow convince myself this isn't spiraling out of control. My mind races, jumping from one thought to the next, but no matter where it lands, it all comes back to the same thing. This is real.

"Abortion," I mutter to myself, the word slipping out so easily it almost startles me. "I could just do that. It'd be quick, simple. I could walk out of here and pretend like none of this ever happened." My fingers snap as I try to make it feel casual, a simple choice. But even as I say it, I feel my stomach twist, a deep ache of hesitation pulling me back.

I press my hands against my stomach, as if I could feel some connection there already. You know yourself, Taylor. The thought settles into me, steadier, more solid. It's true—I've never taken the easy road when it comes to things that matter. And this? This matters.

I clutch my car keys and the pregnancy test in my hand, feeling a strange mix of resolve and dread pressing down on me. The hospital has become so familiar over the past few weeks, a second home in the most unsettling way. As I walk through the main entrance, the staff barely glances at me, offering quick nods and sympathetic smiles, recognizing my face from the countless visits. I know the path to Travis's room by heart now, the route imprinted in my mind like a ritual.