Nova [Tayvis Fanfiction]

CONSTELLATION

Seven Weeks Until Due Date
Taylor Swift's Point of View
Here I am, ugly sobbing to Love Actually, because my pregnancy hormones have taken over, and I can't stop the flood of emotions. I'm watching the scene where Mark confesses his love to Juliet with nothing but handwritten signs outside her door, and every word, every gesture, feels like it's punching me straight in the gut. It's that part of the movie that's meant to be sweet and romantic, but right now, it's all I can do to hold it together.

This is what I get for watching Love Actually while pregnant... on Valentine's Day, I think to myself, as a fresh wave of tears hits me. The film's soundtrack, the romantic gestures, and the love story that has so many layers — it's like all my bottled-up emotions from the past year have erupted all at once.

"Why can't I find a man like that?!" I shout at the TV in frustration, my voice cracking as chips tumble from my face and fall into my lap. My breath hitches as I feel the tears coming harder, a deep ache in my chest.

I pause for a moment, looking down at the mess of crumbs in my lap, feeling ridiculous. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, but the tears won't stop, and I laugh through them. "I had a man like that..." My voice softens, the realization settling in, and I sigh deeply. The weight of it all hits me — the love, the loss, the longing. Travis.

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to focus on the memories of the love we shared, the man who once was my everything. But now, here I am, sitting alone, sobbing to a Christmas rom-com while my body is growing another life. The sadness mixes with nostalgia, and I can't help but feel the aching void that Travis's absence has left in my heart.

The doorbell rings, pulling me from the emotional haze I've been lost in. I take a deep breath and push myself off the couch, my hand instinctively going to my stomach as I waddle toward the door. My eyes are still puffy from crying, but I wipe my face quickly, trying to regain some composure. I open the door, and there he is — Travis. The sight of him standing on my doorstep makes the world feel whole again, like all the broken pieces that have been scattered around me are somehow coming back together.

He grins, his eyes soft and full of something warm that sends a flutter through my chest. "Are you doing anything?"

I shake my head, feeling a genuine smile spread across my face, something that hasn't been easy to come by lately. "No."

"Then happy Valentine's Day," he says, revealing a bouquet of flowers that he had hidden behind his back. My heart flutters, threatening to jump out of my chest at the sight. The flowers are beautiful — bright, colorful, with a mix of pinks, whites, and soft yellows, and they feel like a breath of fresh air in my apartment.

"These are beautiful!" I say, my voice a little unsteady as I take them from him. "Thank you so much." I feel a lump form in my throat as I look at him, still trying to grasp the gravity of this moment. "Come in, come in," I urge him, stepping aside to let him through.

He steps in with a playful grin still on his face, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Aw, that's adorable."

"What?" I ask, confused as I move toward the kitchen to grab a vase.

"You're waddling. You're like a little penguin."

I roll my eyes dramatically, though my smile never fades. "I'm not a penguin!"

"Hey, it's adorable. Penguins are really cute. They mate for life, you know? They're romantics."

I find the vase and begin filling it with water, still grinning. "Technically, penguins like to have extramarital affairs before returning to breeding season."

Travis laughs, his voice warm and easy. "I'm still gonna call you my little penguin."

"I hate you," I mutter under my breath as I drop the flowers into the vase, but there's no real heat behind it. He knows that.