Head Over Heals - Taylor And Calvin

If This Was A Movie

"Shit!" Calvin raced across the house screaming with frustration, "I FORGOT THE SNACKS!"

Taylor sat, laughing as she laid down on her large, warm couch.
"POPTARTS?!?!" Calvin hollered racing back into the room with two boxes of strawberry POPTARTS.

Taylor looked up thoughtfully.
"Hmmm." Taylor smiled, "I think I want Chinese actually."

Calvin's face dropped and went ghostly pale.
"Taylor we don't have Chinese." he froze.
"TAYLOR WE DONT HAVE CHINESE!"
Calvin dug into his pockets and grabbed his car keys.
Taylor laughed uncontrollably.
"Calvin, come here." she smiled and widened her arms motioning for him to scooch in.

Calvin sighed and rubbed his head, stressed, as he kneeled by Taylor's side.
He lightly lifted up her lower shirt, placing his large hand on her puffed out stomach.

Taylor had been pregnant at least seven months.
Calvin and Taylor had just released the news to the public a couple of months ago, leaving half the world in absolute ruins.
Taylor had already gone through the morning sickness days, which were absolute hell, and she was pretty sure she was done sending Calvin out at two in the morning to get the strangest foods.

Today, Taylor had a checkup of sorts to find out how the baby was doing, and if Calvin and her were having a boy or girl.
The two had been dwelling on names, but they came to a decision that if it was a boy, Calvin would pick, and if the baby was a girl, Taylor could pick.

Taylor sat up, grunting and pressing her hand to her stomach.
She let out a tiny groan as she shuffled to her feet.
Calvin sprang up, helping Taylor stand up straight.
"Here we go love."
He walked her to the door, opening it for her and helping her down the stairs.
Taylor heard muffled yells.
Glancing over she saw ends on ends of reporters and press.
She felt like marching Over and chewing them out that their baby was not some photo object they could use, but she felt Calvin's hand form into her own, grasping it tight.

She looked down, then at Calvin's own face, which looked straight ahead determined.
Calvin would make a wonderful dad.
Of course, Taylor and Calvin have had arguments, but over silly things such as baby formula brands, and what color to paint the babies room.

Calvin opened the door for Taylor, Taylor shuffling inside as Calvin ran around.
"Seat belt!" Calvin proceeded to go on his "fatherly checklist" Taylor , grinning ever so widely.

"And we're off!"
Calvin hit the gas, driving away from the blinding flashes.

After the car trip of Calvin's endless blabbering about how amazing the baby will be, they arrived at the hospital.
Walking inside, of course their were some states and little girls begging for autographs, which Taylor accepted happily.

Taylor sat on a light blue pastel hospital bed, secluded from the rest of the hospital for some quiet. Calvin stood, pacing beside her.
The second the door clicked open, Calvin launches his hand firmly forward.
"Calvin, Calvin Harris."

The doctor smiled and raised her eyebrows at Taylor.
"Congratulations Mrs. Harris, my name is Doctor Christina Yang, And I will be your doctor for this evening.

The doCtor checked her charts, occasionally glancing over at some machines, asking Taylor questions and such.

"Okay," the doctor took a seat beside Taylor, "Shall we," she indicated toward Taylor's stomach.

Taylor looked uneasily at Calvin, who only gave a rather large thumbs up grinning.
Taylor smiled back at the doctor, who clapped her hands and grabbed some clear gel from the bed side.
Squeezing a neat pile into her hand, she lifted Taylor's gown, rubbing in a circular motion around Taylor's stomach.