Marry, kiss or kill

Chapter 25

The final weeks of Taylor's pregnancy passed in an atmosphere of calm and anticipation. Although increasingly tired from the final months, Taylor couldn't help but feel excited about the imminent arrival of their little girl. Travis, ever thoughtful and attentive, cared for her with love, ensuring she had everything she needed.

He continued organizing peaceful walks in the park, helped her choose comfortable clothes to relax at home, and made jokes to make her laugh, lifting her spirits despite the small aches of pregnancy. They had spent many evenings dreaming about their future with their daughter, imagining her first smiles and words.

The long-awaited day arrived. Taylor woke up that morning feeling slight discomfort. It wasn't intense pain, but she was experiencing regular contractions. She knew this day might finally be the one. She looked at the time and felt a wave of emotion fill her heart. The moment to become a mother was approaching.

Travis, ever attentive, woke up shortly after her, immediately noticing her expression. "Is today the day?" he asked with an excited but calm smile. Taylor nodded, and although she was excited, she also felt a bit nervous. "I think it's starting, but it's still light."

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Travis was both calm and excited. He knew Taylor's labor would intensify, but he had absolute confidence in her and their medical team. He hurried to pack the hospital bag they had carefully prepared together weeks earlier, double-checking that everything was in order. "Are you ready? Everything is going to be fine, I'm here with you," he said, taking her hand.

They headed to the hospital, and during the ride, Taylor squeezed Travis's hand every time a contraction came. He smiled at her, speaking softly, reassuring her with every moment of pain. "You're incredibly strong. I'm so proud of you." They exchanged tender glances, and Taylor felt warmth in her heart knowing he would be by her side every step of the way.

At the hospital, they were quickly settled into a room, and the doctors began preparing them. Taylor felt a little nervous, but she also felt a great wave of love and support. Travis never left her side, gently stroking her hair, offering reassuring words. "I'm here, you're not alone, you're the strongest."

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The contractions became more regular and increasingly intense. Taylor breathed deeply, trying to stay calm and focused. Travis, ever present, was a constant source of comfort. He gently massaged her, held her in his arms between contractions, and spoke to her in calm tones. "You're in charge of all of this, I'm here for you, I love you."

Time seemed to stretch as Taylor was carried away by the waves of pain. But each time the contraction subsided, she looked at Travis, and it gave her strength. They exchanged smiles, sweet words, and gestures of affection. At every moment, Travis made sure she had what she needed: water, pillows, and constant encouragement.

"You're amazing," he whispered as another contraction passed. "You're doing an incredible job."

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Finally, after hours of labor, Taylor began to feel strong pressure. The doctors and nurses were there to guide Taylor and make sure she was ready to push. Travis stayed close, holding her hand firmly and offering words of comfort.

"I'm with you, you're ready," he told her. Taylor, exhausted but determined, nodded. She closed her eyes for a moment, gathered her strength, and with each push, she felt the long-awaited moment was drawing near.

When she heard the first cries of their baby, a flood of emotions washed over her heart. She turned to Travis, tears of joy in her eyes. "It's our daughter," she said, moved.

Travis, his eyes shining, had never been so happy. He gently stroked Taylor's forehead and whispered, "I love you so much, and I love you even more for carrying our daughter."