Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

Morning Sickness

July 19, 2025 - London, England

When Grace was pregnant, the only really difficult pregnancy she had was Alyssa with her morning sickness. Madeline and Liam were fairly mellow and maybe it was that the brunette had more experience, but she didn't always feel like... death, her second and third times around.

Taylor however, swore she would never, ever, go through pregnancy again. Before she even knew it was twins, the morning sickness had settled in badly.

One morning, Taylor woke up and instantly could feel it, it was going to be a brutal day. She had only been experiencing it for a few days, but she was incredibly thankful Grace had handled it like a trooper for the most part, because with every time it happened, she became more and more miserable.

She was in the bathroom before she knew it and Grace was behind her holding her hair, "Oh, goodness, my love. You're doing great."

Taylor was crying as she pulled away from the toilet bowl, reaching for the cool cloth Grace was holding in her hand.

"Do you want me to send the kid's to my mom's today?" Grace asked softly, taking the cloth and dabbing Taylor's forehead.

"Can you?" Taylor asked, closing her eyes and letting Grace take care of her. She didn't protest like Grace did often, Taylor knew she needed help.

"Yeah, if not, I'll have Parker take them to do something so you can rest."

Liam was just over a year so he was more than okay to leave with a babysitter for the day, the girl's had even managed one overnight trip since he was born.

Before Taylor could respond, she was over the toilet again. Unfortunately, the baby monitor started to go off at the same time.

"Oh shit," Grace mumbled, not moving from her spot until Taylor stopped and told her to go, "Are you sure? I'll be right back."

The singer nodded as she leaned against the wall to catch her breath, taking the towel and pressing it to her forehead as she desperately wished away the revolting acidic taste across her tongue.

As promised about two minutes later, Grace came back with Liam and sat on the cool tile with Taylor, just as they did the day before. She had brought a diaper and wipes with her so she didn't have to leave either of her family members alone for too long.

"Sorry," Grace sighed, "He's not going back to sleep."

"It's okay, he's chill."

Grace chuckled softly, "He's chill?"

"I don't feel good, my brain doesn't work," Taylor whined slightly.

"It's bad today, hmm?" The heiress questioned, using her free hand to rub Taylor's arm.

"I don't know how you've done this three times," Taylor replied with a nod, "I'm never having another baby. If you want a fifth, you get to carry it."

"It gets easier, though," Grace offered a smile, "Lyss was bad but you remember how easy Madeline was? She's the only reason we ended up with this one."

Grace held up the gurgling little baby boy she had sitting on her lap, making Taylor smile because he offered a mostly toothless grin at her.

"He's so—" Taylor couldn't finish as the morning sickness returned, Grace got up and put Liam in his playpen in their bedroom so she could help Taylor again.

She rubbed Taylor's back and held her hair, whispering soothing offerings as she helped her wife through her hopefully final round of morning sickness that day.