Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

I must confess (requested)

You gently brushed your fingers along Taylor's arm, giggling over how adorable she looked in the hospital gown she found to be super uncomfortable.

It's been a long day already, even though the time is now only after two in the afternoon. Taylor had to have surgery today. She was nervous at first but knowing you'd be there waiting for her made her feel a lot better.

You never break your promises to her. You were by her side as soon as they wheeled her upstairs. Hand in hers, you found your own comfort by brushing her hand and arms lovingly.

Her eyes soon fluttered open and a sigh fell from her lips. She tried to move at first, but the touch of your hand and a soft whisper in her ear for her to stay still stopped her.

"Hey, darling. How do you feel?" You asked, sending her a small smile while brushing back her hair.

"I feel so good," She mumbled sleepily, mouth opening a little wider as a yawn escaped her lips.

She raised her hand to wipe the sleep from the corners of her eyes. She took a good look at you, her eyes filled with the most adoring look. "Well, hey, pretty girl," she grinned, causing you to chuckle.

You could tell by her voice that she was hyped up on anesthesia.

"I have a confession!" She said with a lopsided smile.

"I'm all ears, baby."

"You're so pretty, so amazing! I'm so lucky to have you. I wanna marry you!"

You laughed as you glanced down at the ring on your finger. Intertwining your hand with hers, your finger brushed along the ring on her own finger. This only made you laugh a little harder.

"I'm glad to hear that, my love. Because we are married!"

Her eyes went wide and she looked down at the ring on her finger. "Ohhh," she said, sorta amazed while also slightly awestruck.

"Whoa! That's wonderful. I'm really lucky, aren't I?" She mumbled as she grew sleepy again, head already falling against the pillow with another yawn as she drifted back off to sleep.

"I love you, my baby. Trust me, I'm the lucky one." You kissed her forehead, lips lingering for a second. "That being said, I'll be teasing the hell out of you for this later on." You laughed, knowing she'd find the hilarity in the conversation later on too when she wasn't so high on anesthesia.