Tayvis One-Shots

i'm so sorry

Taylor's POV

The bathroom counter is covered in tiny white sticks, and every single one of them has the same result. Two pink lines. I sit on the edge of the tub, holding the most recent test in my hands. My heart races, but not with nerves. No, this is excitement. Pure, dizzying joy.

I can't believe it. Travis and I are having a baby.

I glance at the clock on my phone. Travis will be back from the gym any minute, and I need to make sure I don't give myself away. I want to tell him tonight, but I want it to be perfect. I've already planned everything.

After dinner, I'm going to surprise him with a gift box. Inside will be a tiny pair of baby sneakers, his favorite brand—and a note that says, You're going to be the best dad. I can already picture his reaction: the way his face will light up, how he'll probably pull me into one of those bear hugs that makes me feel like the luckiest person alive.

I can't wait to see the look in his eyes when he realizes.

I glance at the outfit I've picked out for tonight, already laid out neatly on the bed. I pull myself together and get ready, hoping I can keep my excitement in check until the perfect moment.

The dress is one of my favorites—sleek and elegant, in a deep emerald green that clings to my curves in all the right places. It's made of silk, with thin spaghetti straps that show off my shoulders. The hemline brushes just below my knees, and a subtle slit on one side adds a touch of drama. I pair it with gold strappy heels that give me just enough height to feel confident.

My hair is styled in soft waves, cascading down my back, and I keep my makeup simple but classic: a touch of blush, mascara, and my signature red lipstick. I add the gold necklace Travis gave me on our last anniversary—a delicate chain with a tiny heart pendant that rests just above my collarbone.

I smooth my hands over the dress, pausing for a moment to rest them on my stomach. Our baby, I think, smiling.

Just as I'm finishing my earrings, I hear the front door open. His footsteps echo through the house, steady and familiar.

"Babe?" his deep voice calls out.

"In the bedroom!" I reply, quickly checking my reflection in the mirror.

When he walks in, he's fresh from the gym, his T-shirt slightly damp and his hair tousled in that perfectly messy way. His eyes sweep over me, and his brows lift in appreciation.

"Damn," he says with a grin. "You trying to kill me before dinner?"

I laugh, shaking my head. "You clean up, and I'll be waiting," I tease, motioning toward the shower.

He smirks, grabbing a fresh towel from the closet. "I'll make it quick. Don't miss me too much."

As he disappears into the bathroom, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Tonight is going to be unforgettable. All I have to do is wait a little longer.

We're just about to leave for dinner when I feel it, a small twinge low in my stomach. At first, I don't think much of it. Maybe it's the nerves, the excitement of finally telling Travis my big news. Tonight was supposed to be special, a moment I'd remember forever.

But as I grab my clutch and adjust my dress, the twinge sharpens into a dull ache. I wince, pausing for just a second.

"You okay?" Travis asks from the door, his voice casual but warm.

"Yeah," I say quickly, forcing a smile. "Just a little uncomfortable in these shoes, I think."

He grins. "Well, you look stunning. Worth the sacrifice."

I laugh softly, but as I step out into the cool night air, the ache grows worse. By the time we reach the car, it's no longer an ache, it's a stabbing pain. I slide into the passenger seat, trying to ignore it, but then I feel it: a warm, wet sensation.

I glance down and see red. Blood.

My breath catches in my throat.

"Travis," I whisper, panic making my voice shake.

He turns, his expression shifting from relaxed to alarmed in an instant. "What's wrong?"

I can't answer, but I gesture to my dress. His eyes follow mine, and the moment he sees the blood, his face drains of color.

"Is it.... your period?" he asks, though he already knows it isn't.

I shake my head, tears spilling over as my chest tightens. "No," I whisper. "It's not that."

The pain crescendos, and I double over, clutching my stomach as a sob breaks free.

"Taylor?" His voice cracks as he rushes out of the car and around to my side. He kneels in front of me, his hands hovering like he's afraid to hurt me.

"I- I was pregnant," I choke out, the words tumbling out between gasps. "We were going to have a baby."

His eyes widen, shock and devastation crashing over his features. "You... what?"

"I wanted to tell you tonight," I sob, my voice breaking. "I had everything planned. I... I wanted it to be perfect. And now..."

I can't finish the sentence. Another wave of pain hits me, and I cry out, clutching his arm.

"Okay," he says, his voice shaking but firm. "We're going to the hospital. Now."

He scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing, his hold strong yet gentle. I bury my face in his chest, my sobs muffled by the warmth of his shirt.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper, over and over, the guilt clawing at me like it's my fault, even though I know it's not.

"Stop," he says, his voice thick. "Don't apologize, Taylor. This isn't your fault."

The drive to the hospital is a blur of pain and panic. Every bump in the road sends fresh waves of agony through my body, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

Travis keeps one hand on the wheel and the other on mine, squeezing it like it's the only thing tethering him to reality. His knuckles are white, his jaw clenched, but his voice is soft when he speaks. "We're almost there. Just hold on, baby."

By the time we reach the ER, I'm barely holding it together. Tears streak my face, and the blood... there's so much blood.

The nurses rush me inside, their voices calm but urgent. Travis is right there, refusing to let go of my hand. He keeps telling me it's going to be okay, but I can see the pain in his eyes, the cracks in his composure.

When the doctor confirms what I already knew, that I'm miscarrying, the finality of it shatters something inside me.

"No," I whisper, shaking my head as the sobs take over. "No, this can't be happening."

Travis pulls me into his arms, and I collapse against him, my whole body shaking. "It's not fair," I cry, my voice muffled against his chest. "We were supposed to have a baby. I was supposed to be a mom."

His grip tightens, his own tears falling silently onto my hair. "I know," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I know, Tay. I'm so sorry."

I cling to him like he's the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely. And in that moment, with his arms around me and my heart in pieces, all I can do is grieve, for the baby we'll never meet, for the dreams that will never come true.