Jaylor Oneshots

Both Of You pt. 2

A/N: THAT'S RIGHT Y'ALL I'VE DECIDED TO EXTEND THIS FIC THANKS TO snleavitt 

There's slight M18 stuff going on in this chapter but not too far I promise 

This is probably gonna be shorter but I promise there will be another part so ENJOY :D

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7 months later...

Joe's POV

"Joe, I'm bored!" the sound of Taylor yelling reaches my ears. I chuckle slightly. Since she is very far into pregnancy and can't even walk down the stairs without feeling exhausted, I've basically confined her to our bed and refused to let her move off of it, with the exception of using the bathroom. Unfortunately for her, that results in her having nothing to do the entire day and being seemingly constantly bored, but I'm not complaining at all about getting to spend time with my wife in her last few weeks of pregnancy.

"Why do I always have to be in here? I'm pregnant, not an invalid, you know," she whines as I step into our room.

"Do I need to remind you of your own complaints of being tired all the time?" I ask, sitting at the edge of the bed. 

"Besides, I love taking care of you and this little squiggle." Smiling, I gently poke her now swollen stomach. Taylor and I have decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise for both of us until the birth, which only makes me wish even more that he or she will come into this world as soon as possible.

"What did I ever do to deserve to end up with someone like you?" Her eyes have a slight glint to them—most probably pregnancy hormones acting up again. 

"I spend every second of every day trying to figure out how I got so lucky to have met you," I lean in and delicately press our lips together in a soft kiss. All of a sudden, she breaks off the kiss and starts wincing and rubbing circles on her stomach. Before I can even say anything, she notices my worried expression. "Don't worry, it's just a Braxton Hicks contraction," she quickly brushes it off. I instantly relax, "Okay then, if you're really sure about that."

When the practice contraction is over, without a moment's hesitation, she crashes her lips into mine and kisses me fiercely and passionately, her hands eagerly exploring my body. In between heated kisses, she whispers seductively, "I want you."

However, before it gets any further, her face once again contorts into a pained expression and she pulls away from me. Alarm bells immediately start ringing in my head, signalling that something might be seriously wrong.

"Um, babe, are you sure you're alright?" I question, concern lacing my voice.

"Yeah, see? I'm fine now, it's over," she answers as the contraction ends, "All I can think of right now is you."

Even though it seems like a pretty stupid thing to do, I believe what she says. After all, it's her body and she obviously knows more about how she's feeling than I do, so I push the matter aside and continue where we left off.

As I begin to undress her, I spot a trickle of water running down her leg. Slowly, I look into her sparkling blue eyes and notice the panic I'm feeling being reflected on her, and straight away, I know that she is thinking the exact same thing as I am.

Remember those alarm bells? They're back again, but instead of just ringing, they're blaring now.

Oh fuck.

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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNN

MY FIRST TIME ENDING A PART WITH A CLIFFHANGER MWAHAHAHAHAHA 😈

Oh my god you have no idea how good it feels to be writing again after over a month

Also, no, I don't write smut because 1)I don't really want to; 2)I don't know how to; and 3) I just know I'm going to reread and/or look back at it and cringe so hard (like right now)

AHHHHH I'M JUST SO PROUD OF TAYLOR FOR LIKE EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED THE PAST FEW DAYS LIKE AMAS ARTIST OF THE DECADE (and the first female to ever receive that), TYING WITH THE MICHAEL JACKSON FOR THE ARTIST WITH THE MOST AMAS IN HISTORY, THE EMAS...OH MY GOD. AND SEEING HOW FAR SHE'S COME IN THE LAST 13 YEARS 🥺

Anyway comment your suggestions for baby names and the corresponding genders. I'm leaving it entirely up to you guys (mainly because I can't think of any- AHEM I MEAN...)

And to the 2 people who read that A/N part I deleted...we shall never speak about it ever again

Please vote and comment!

-xyz 🏩