Vibes (Taylor Caniff Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Victoria P.O.V
I am about three months pregnant now. I am still enrolled in online school, and Taylor is still going to the public high school. It is May, and me, Cassie, and Taylor are only one month away from becoming seniors. There are no words to describe how excited I am for the next year. For graduating, and having this baby.
I decided to take a nap on the couch after finishing my calculus work for today. At around 3, I hear someone knock on the door. Neither of my parents come home until 5 or so. So, I get up and answer the door not knowing who it is. I see Taylor standing there with a neon pink sign with sparkly puffy paint spelling out the words "Prom?".
I stop in my tracks. What the heck?
"Um, Taylor." I say with a slight smile.
"Victoria, I know you don't go to the high school, and I know you don't really feel well but I would love it if you would come to my junior prom with me." His arm extends and he hands me a bouquet of flowers.
"Yeah, of course I will , Taylor."
He smiles wide and kisses me hard. I grab the flowers and walk into the kitchen to put them into a vase. Taylor closes the door behind him and follows me into the kitchen. Once I get the flowers into their vase, and fill it with water. I lead Taylor into the living room. We sit on the couch, me slightly leaning on his shoulder.
"So, how are you feeling today?" Taylor asks.
"Ok. I don't fit into any of my clothes. And my feet are so swollen. Also, that pre-natal vitamin is probably the size of my thumb. And I get these pains all the time. It sucks, you know. I'm happy we're having this baby, but this whole thing sucks."
"I'm sorry. I wish I could fix it."
I look up at him. "That's ok," I whisper. He smiles and pecks me on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you too," he says. We stay silent for a while.
"So, have you guys gotten your SAT scores back yet?" I ask
"No. I'm kind of nervous you know. That stupid test determines what college I go to."
"Yeah."
I wince a little. "Are you ok?" Taylor asks sitting up.
"Yeah, yeah it's fine. The little critter is just kicking."
Taylor hesitates. "Is it ok if I feel?" He asks, carefully.
"Yeah." I lift my shirt up over my bulging belly. Taylor rests his hand on it, and breaks out into a biggest smile I've ever seen. "We did this," I whisper.
"Yeah. We did." He pulls my shirt back over my stomach. He kisses me again and we cuddle back on the couch.

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Night of prom
I told my mom that Taylor asked me to his prom when she got home later that night. She was so excited for me. We had went out dress shopping the very next weekend. She was so eager for me. We had tried on about a bazillion dresses when I found the perfect one stuck in the back of one rack. The dress is a navy blue, floor length gown with tons of tool. It has a band of crystals around the waist, and on the straps. I knew it was the perfect one.
Today I'm not feeling my best. Which is awful. Especially on prom night. I just look into the mirror and think I look fat. And I don't even want to try on the dress. I don't want to ruin such a beautiful thing. I want to cry. I decide to call Taylor.
"Hey, is everything ok?" He asks.
"No," I say.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He says beginning to panic.
"Can you just come over? Please?"
"Yeah. I'll be right over."
He arrives at my door within five minutes. My mom lets him in and tells him that I'm in my room. He opens my door and comes over to my bed where I'm laying on my back. "Is everything ok?"
I stand up in front of him and put my hands on my ginormous hips. "Be honest. Do I look fat?"
"Oh, gosh Victoria no."
"You're lying." I say.
"I'm not Victoria, trust me."
I walk to my body mirror and observe myself. "My stomach is huge!" I say. "My dress is a whole size larger than normal. And my shoes too!" I turn to look at him. "You could have any girl in the world and you pick me. I'm fat and pregnant."
"Victoria! Why would I ever want any other girl? I love you."
"I know, but there's so many skinny, pretty girls out there"
"Victoria you're not ugly. It's perfectly normal for your stomach to grow with a baby, I assure you. Go put your dress on," He says.
I go into my closet and  dress in there just because im embarrassed about my stomach.
He helps me zip my dress up, me holding it tight especially around the belly. I've grown a ton even since we bought the dress. He pulls my hair to one side, it cascading down my shoulder. He kisses me on the collarbone, sending shivers down my body. "Are you listening?" I nod. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I am completely in love with you Victoria and if you think that I would take some other girl over you, then you're wrong."
"Ok," I whisper.
I tell him that he can head back so that he can get ready. I do my makeup and hair when he goes. I inspect myself one last time in the mirror. My baby bump is barely there, but noticeable. I face the fact that I'm pregnant. I'm going to get a big belly. That's a part of it.
Taylor arrives in his car and with a gorgeous corsage about an hour later. He puts it on my wrist and assures my parents that he'll take care of me. "Don't get her knocked up, now" my dad says. We all laugh. I get into his car and we drive to a restaurant before prom.

We eat, at a gorgeous restaurant tht is almost set up like out first date. The gazebo, the fairy lights. "Oh, taylor yiu didnt have to do this." I say.
"Why wouldnt i want to for the most beautiful woman in the world."
We eat, and head over to the school. When we arrive I see a ton of people I hadn't seen in a while. A few of Cassie's friends, a few of Taylor's. We also run into Dillon. "Hey Victoria," he says.
"Hi." I say.
"So, how's little Taylor doin'?"
"Little Taylor?" I ask with a laugh.
"That's what I've named him/her for now."
"Little Taylor. Cute." I say and smile up at big Taylor. He smiles back. "It was great to see you Dillon," I say.
We talk to a bunch of friends and I catch up with some of them.
Eventually we end up in a group of friends, mostly Taylor's,  and talk for a while. Everyone is asking me questions about the baby, "how is is?" "Is it really that magical?". I tell them its fantascig when in reality ive probably been through 7 packages of ores in the past month.

The Dj eventually plays a slow song or two.
Taylor and I move awa from our friends and dance. I have my arms wrapped around his neck. His one hand is at the small of my back, and his other hand is resting on the side on my stomach. I lean my head against his chest, and he rests his head on top of mine. I look up at him. "I love you." I say.
"I love you," he says.
He leans in and kisses me. Light, at first, but the kiss deepens. He then leaves a trail of kisses from my jaw to my neck. "Prom is overrated," I say.
"Let's get out of here," he says.
He grabs my hand and leads me out of the building. We are walking to Taylor's car when little Taylor decides to move, resulting in a crippling pain. I stop and Taylor grabs me. "Is everything ok?" He asks sounding worried.
"Yes," I reassure him.
He helps me back to his car. I sit in the passengers seat and wait for the pain to calm down.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Taylor. I'm fine. Trust me."
"Ok."
"Where do you want to go?" I ask.
"My parents aren't home," he says.
So we head to his house. When we get there I get out of my dress and into one of Taylor's oversized t-shirts. He changes into pajama pants and a shirt. We lay on his bed with the tv on, him on his back and he leaning into him with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He begins to rub my belly.
"I know we aren't even seniors in high school yet, but I am utterly in love with you Victoria. Every time I see you, you find a way to fascinate me. Every time I see you you're more beautiful than the last. I love you for sacrificing the rest of your life to have this baby, especially all the other sacrifices, like doing online schooling. You may not think your body is beautiful with this baby, but I do. Every time I feel the little guy kick, I think of you and what we could be some day and I get excited for the future. To see our little kid go to school, and see them be in love just like we are. Every time I look at you its like I'm seeing you for the first time all over again. When you smile the corners of your eye scrunch together, and when you cry, you hold tight into my arm and never let go. Every time we're separated, even for a few hours, I feel incomplete. There is no vocabulary in the whole word to describe exactly, how grateful I am for you. I am, utterly, completely, despicably, in love you Victoria Leanne Scott and I couldn't imagine my life without you."

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So, hello. I am back. I kind of just missed this story and i decided to keep writing it.
Hope you like it!
Ciao,
-Victoria
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