Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

in another life

tw: teen pregnancy, miscarriage

this is my first time writing travis as not a very nice person, so if you don't like it, don't read it <3

"Oh—" I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. 

The pregnancy test sat in my trembling hand, the two pink lines staring back at me. They weren't fading, weren't disappearing, weren't some trick of the dim bathroom light. They were there. Dark and bold. Telling me everything.

My stomach twisted violently. I felt nauseous. My fingers went numb, my grip loosening enough that the test almost slipped from my grasp, but I curled my hand around it at the last second, holding on like some sort of lifeline.

Pregnant.

The word carved itself into my brain, over and over again. Screaming at me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. My breath came too fast, too shallow, barely making it past my lips before the next one shuddered through me. Maybe if I just pressed redo on the last few minutes and never took the test, this wouldn't be real. The lines would disappear. The past few weeks would rewind. I'd be normal again. Just Taylor. Just a girl, trying to figure out this crazy world.

But when I opened my eyes, the test still sat in the palm of my shaking hands. Positive.

I was eighteen.

And I was pregnant.

My knees gave out, and I caught myself against the bathroom sink, dropping the test straight to the floor. I couldn't breathe. This was not supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this.

Travis's face flashed in my mind.

Travis.

Oh, God.

A fresh wave of nausea surged up my throat. He was only nineteen. We had only been together for a short time, only slept together a handful of times, barely dipping our toes into this whole new part of our relationship. Sex. Fucking sex. I hadn't felt ready when we'd done it, and now here I was.

What if he panicked? What if he looked at me like I had ruined everything? Travis was generally a nice person, but he had moments of anger. Moments where he yelled at me when things didn't go his way.

I sank onto the floor, pressing my back against the cabinet, pulling my knees up to my chest. I didn't know what to do, so I cried. I let the tears brim in my eyes and I didn't bother trying to stop them. I let them fall, one by one, gradually getting faster, heavier.

I had always wanted to be a mom. It had been this little dream, one I had tucked away for later, for when I was older, when I had a house and a career and a life that could hold something so fragile. But I wasn't ready, I knew that. I wasn't even close to being ready.

My fingers dug into my arms, my mouth going dry as I had to force myself to breathe.  I wanted to convince myself this was a good thing. That maybe, just maybe, I could do this. But I knew I couldn't have a baby right now. I had no idea what I was doing. I was just a kid.

Without even thinking, I reached for my phone, and opened Travis' messages. I needed him. I texted him, asking him to come over, and he responded almost immediately, telling me he'd be here soon.

I didn't even know how long I was sitting there before I heard the front door open, and my stomach twisted so violently I thought I might throw up right there on the floor. Travis was always welcome in our house, he often just walked inside without knocking. He was charming in front of my parents, even if he wasn't always like that with me. But that was okay. I heard him say hi to my parents, then his footsteps on the stairs.