Hiddleswift Oneshots

Oneshot #3: The Weight

Taylor's POV

He always made everything easy. He made getting married easy. He made getting pregnant easy. He made being pregnant easy. Well, at least until today.

For the last five months, I had been pregnant without any anxiety or sadness at all. It wasn't even normally possible, being only happy and excited for five whole months.

I didn't know what happened, but I felt like everything was my fault. It felt like the weight of the whole world was slumped on my shoulders, and it made me blame myself for everything.

The kids starving in Africa. It's all because I didn't give them any donation.

Natural disasters happening and people dying because of it. It was because I hadn't warned them first - even though I would never know when disasters would happen.

Tom not getting the part as James Bond. Of course it was because of me. The directors wouldn't want an actor dating someone who was called a slut by the whole world.

Adam being hated by almost every one of my fans. It was all because I had made him look bad in the article.

It's all my fault.

I felt Tom's arms wrapping around me. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, turning me around to face him.

Burying myself into him, I let my tears wet his bare chest.

"Let it all out, Taylor," he cooed over my ear, kissing my earlobe softly.

It took me about ten minutes to finally gain back my composure. I turned around and looked at the clock beside me, sunlight escaping through the translucent curtains, making my vision clearer.

It was 8:04 am, and I had to get to the interview building in about two hours. Of course I had forgotten about the first interview for my seventh album.

"You wanna talk about it?" I heard my husband said from behind me, his arms still wrapped around my body comfortingly.

I began explaining the things that were in my mind - the things that overcame me in waves of guilt.

My word fell on his listening ears as he nodded every few seconds, showing me that he really understood me fully. He rubbed my back, making me calm down even more.

"You're okay," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "It's not your fault," he continued. "Nothing's ever your fault, darling," he told me.

"I still have to go to the-" I was cut off when my breath caught in my throat. I felt something I'd never felt before bit was like a kick from inside my stomach.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Tom asked, concern filing his blue eyes. "What happened? Do you need to go to the hospital?" he asked worriedly.

I laughed lightly, kissing him afterwards. "I'm okay. The baby just kicked," I stated, unable to keep the grin off my face. As soon as I said that, Tom's eyes widened.

"Oh my God, really?" he asked, his whole face full of shock as a grin climbed up his face. "Can I feel it?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

I smiled. 'He's so cute,' I thought to myself. I held his hand, directing it too the left side of my belly, where the baby had been kicking ever since her first kick just a few seconds ago.

My husband's face lit up, and he chuckled. "The baby wants you to push through the weight, Mummy," he started grinning once more. "This is amazing," he said, shaking his head. His smile never slipped from his face. "That's our baby girl in there, love."

His blue orbs stared into mine.

"I love you, so so much," he said, kissing me deeply, before pulling away and kissing my pregnant belly. "Mummy and daddy love you so so much, baby," he spoke, placing a soft kiss on it again.

"We love you, too," I spoke for the baby and I, kissing Tom once more.
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Hey guys! I wrote this oneshot at school (on paper, since I don't want my phone being taken away from me) and I just hadn't had the time to type it down. So yeah, I'm sorry for the wait and I hope you liked this short drabble!

Thanks for reading!
Bye!
DSBF!