I Never Saw You Coming

Chapter Twenty Eight

*Eight Months Later*

Taylor's POV

It's been three weeks since I've seen Ed, and I've cried about it every day since I last saw him.

Tonight's the last night of the 1989 tour, and as sad as I am about it ending, I cannot wait to finally be able to hop on that red-eye that will be taking me back to New York, to home, back to my husband, after the show.

I've been feeling a little sick for the past couple days, it must be a cold or something like that, but it won't go away. I've also been overly emotional, crying over nothing. I figure it has to do with missing Ed so much, and everything else is just like the straw that broke the camel's back. I just need to see him.

Once I finished the show, I ran back and did my meet and greet. After that, I took the few bags I had packed up and got a car to take me to the airport. From there, I boarded extremely quickly and I was taking off before I knew it.

Without even realizing it, I had dozed off, because then I awoke with a start, and I could feel my dinner coming up. I ran into the bathroom and just barely made it in time to vomit into the toilet. Again, another reason why I wish Ed was here, he'd be here taking care of me, but instead I'm stuck all alone on this airplane.

After I finished regurgitating my dinner, I made my way back to my seat, but I didn't feel all that terrible. I collapsed down into it and stared out the window, wondering what in the world could be the cause of my odd symptoms I've been having for the past few weeks.

All of a sudden, an idea fell into my head that made perfect sense. I arose from my seat again and went back into the bathroom. I pulled out the first aid kit, and luckily, they had it stocked with what I needed: two pregnancy tests, just to be extra sure.

I took them, and then set the timer on my phone for five minutes. In the extremely small airplane bathroom, I still managed to pace back and forth. If I am pregnant, this would be the perfect time to be, with the tour literally having just ended. If I'm not, then I've just come down with something and I'll be back home in ten hours and then Ed will be able to take care of me.

Millions of thoughts and possibilities filled my mind, and after what seemed like an endless wait, my phone chimed, and I about jumped out of my skin. I shut it off, and took one test in either of my hands, and then slowly turned them over. Left hand, pink plus sign; right hand, pink plus sign. I kept looking at them in my hands, before bursting into tears. I'm pregnant! OH MY GOD! I just wish Ed was here right now, now I need him to here more than ever but I'm stuck flying over the Atlantic Ocean with absolutely ZERO cell phone reception. Then again, I don't know that I would want to tell my husband for the first time that I'm pregnant over the phone, I'd much rather tell him and be able to see his face in person.

After having a good cry for a few minutes, I wiped the happy tears off my face and clutched onto the tests tight, before exiting the bathroom and returning to my seat. I tucked them into my bag, and I happily reclined my seat, kicking my feet up. I placed my hands on my flat stomach, and grinned again as I looked at it. Ed and I had a child growing in there! He's going to be so happy when I tell him, I honestly cannot what another second.

I tried for half an hour to go to sleep, but my constant thoughts of my newfound pregnancy kept me awake. I gave up, and went back into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I turned sideways, and now that I really looked, you could just barely see a little teeny tiny curve of my stomach, but that was still enough to send to me to tears. Now that I thought about it, my clothes had been fitting a little snug, but I hadn't even really noticed it. Content with that, I happily trotted back off to my seat. This is gonna be a long ride.