Nova [Tayvis Fanfiction]

ASTEROID

Three Months Post Accident
Taylor Swift's Point of View
I sit next to Travis, my fingers laced through his as I try to settle into the quiet comfort of the moment. There's a sense of calm between us, even though my pregnancy is still a secret to most. Only immediate family knows—both mine and his. I wish I could be closer to his family, spend more time with them, but the truth is, no matter how hard I try, it feels like I'm just not wanted there. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever truly feel like I belong.

"I'm 15 weeks now," I continue, trying to distract myself from the knot in my chest. I glance down at my hands, my thumb gently brushing against his knuckles as I speak. "Apparently, the baby is kicking and moving around in there, but I can't feel it yet. I'll tell you when I can. They can hear sounds now, too, which is a little wild to think about. They're growing pretty quickly, but I'm still not showing much. It's mostly just bloating that makes me feel like I'm showing."

I chuckle lightly, trying to lighten the mood, but there's still a bit of unease in my stomach as I grip his hand tighter. It feels like everything's changing, but not always in the ways I expected. Not always the way I want it to.

"Speaking of symptoms," I continue, my voice softening as I focus on the things I've been dealing with. "I think I've been handling it all pretty well, though. No nausea, which I'm thankful for. But the heartburn... Oh my god. It's all the time. I had to get a prescription because it got so bad. It's like nothing I eat sits right anymore." I shake my head in mild frustration, though there's a faint smile on my lips. "And, of course, the weight. I've already started putting on a couple pounds. Not a lot, but it still bothers me. I hate it. I know it's normal, but I can't help how I feel about it."

I look over at Travis, hoping for some reassurance, for a sign that everything is okay. The baby, me, all of it. That we're in this together, even if the rest of the world doesn't understand yet.

"In a few weeks, I'll find out if it's a boy or a girl," I say, trying to keep things light, though I'm already thinking about what this baby will be like, imagining a little girl or boy who will look like me, or maybe take after Travis in ways I can't even predict. "I think it's going to be a girl. You seem like a girl dad."

I smile, but as I'm hoping for Travis's reaction, I hear footsteps coming toward us. I glance back and see a tall blonde woman approaching, a look of quiet curiosity on her face. My stomach sinks a little, and my hand instinctively tightens around Travis's.

"So it's true," the woman says, her tone a mix of disbelief and suspicion.

I straighten up, trying to mask my nerves. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice a bit more defensive than I intend.

She doesn't seem phased by my tone. "Jason's wife. Kylie." She glances between Travis and me, her eyes narrowing. "What are you doing next to my brother-in-law?"

I feel my patience start to thin, but I don't want to escalate things, so I keep my voice steady. "He's my boyfriend. I'm just talking to him. Okay?"

Kylie doesn't seem convinced. Her lips curl into a tight smile, but it's not friendly. "Barely. You're Taylor Swift, right? You live up to your reputation, that's what I see. No offense."

My brow furrows at her words. "What reputation are you talking about?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation calm, but there's a growing unease in my chest.

"Overly obsessive? Boy crazy?" Kylie scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "You barely know Travis and you picked up your life to be here. Like, it's a little much."

Her words cut, each one seeming sharper than the last. I take a deep breath, my chest tightening as I look at Travis. My stomach churns with anxiety and something else—something closer to hurt.