Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

Maybe Baby

February 24th, 2025 - London, England

It was no secret that Taylor was a stubborn person.

It was also not a secret that the blonde hating being wrong, it made her feel ridiculous and she especially hating being wrong in front of her wife.

Grace had known quite a lot instinctively with her three pregnancies and children. She always told Taylor when she was pregnant with the twins that it was fine that she needed a little more time to figure things out because she had never been pregnant before and her body reacted so differently than the brunette's.

It didn't change the fact Taylor hated being wrong, though.

The first time she felt a Braxton Hicks contraction, she swore she was in labour early. She panicked, woke Grace up in the middle of the night and explained what was happening.

Grace told her she definitely was not in labour, considering she had only had one contraction and no pressure, other contractions or water breaking.

Taylor huffed, feeling embarrassed. She took Grace's word for it, however, and didn't bring up when she felt a contraction from that point on.

That was a month ago, and she was sitting on the couch with her large stomach, rubbing it to try and make the pain go away. She had been feeling contractions every eight minutes or so but she had dismissed them.

Grace had taken the kids to the park with Greg and Parker, leaving Taylor and Andrea, who was visiting around Taylor's due date, home in the London house.

"I'll be right back," Taylor said to her mom as she carefully stood up.

"Where are you going?" Andrea questioned, noticing how Taylor never let a hand leave her belly.

"Just to the kitchen to get some water," the singer answered, slowly attempting to walk out of the room before hissing in pain.

"I could have gotten it," Andrea said, standing up, "Sit back down, I got it."

"No, it's fine," Taylor mumbled, biting down on her lip, "My doctor said the Braxton Hicks should go away with movement."

"That looks like a pretty rough Braxton Hicks, Taylor. Take a seat, I'll get you some water."

Taylor nodded, sitting back down and thanking her mother. She closed her eyes and looked at her watch.

"You're sure it's not a real contraction?" Andrea inquired as she handed over the tall glass, sitting back down on the sofa.

"I'm never sure but Grace said I'll know when I'm actually in labour and I believe everything that comes out of that woman's mouth so," Taylor shrugged, feeling relief as the pain died down.

"Grace might have known but you've never had a baby before," she raised her eyebrows, "I didn't know when I went into labour with you, I was halfway on the way to pushing when I went to the hospital."

Taylor smiled weakly, "I don't know, Mom. I have contractions all the time. They always go away and I don't want to bug my doctor if I'm not in labour and look like a fool."

"That's your choice," Andrea hummed, "All I'm saying is, I've been watching you for about an hour now and you're contractions are regular. I would consider texting your wife and letting her know it might be time to start heading back from the park."

"No, she loves taking them to the park. She never went to the park as a kid, she was never allowed. I'd never rob her of that time with the kids, she actually looks forward to it. Even if I am in labour, it will have to wait until after the park."