Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

James' Birth

I think it's funny how I named James, 'James' and then Taylor wrote a song about a James cheating...

On another note, 'cause I'm thinking about it. What if Taylor got new quarantine pets like some of us and James, August girl and Betty are just her new cats?

Ah I'm an idiot. Enjoy!

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April 14, 2031 - London, England

"Oh my god," Grace groaned as they walked the parking lot into the hospital, "Who the fuck decided a sixth kid would be a good idea? Why does it hurt so much?"

"You did, baby girl," Taylor smiled a little as they stopped walking, supporting Grace through a bad contraction.

Grace rode out the contraction at three in the morning in the middle of the car park, "You know why it fucking hurts so much? This one is biologically yours. Congratulations, Taylor, you've even found a way to be a pain my womb."

Taylor bit down on her tongue, knowing Grace was in a lot of pain and not purposefully trying to be a jerk, "I'm sorry, love. I'll try and get the unborn baby to stop coming out so it doesn't hurt so much."

"Just piss off," the brunette mumbled with her odd English accent that comes and goes as it pleases.

Entering and sanitizing her hands before approaching the front desk, Taylor rolled her eyes. She had never remembered Grace being that much of a bitch during childbirth, but Grace was also tired, in a lot of pain and had been in shitty mood all day before the contractions started.

Taylor almost debated doing something passive aggressive and as Grace called it "pissing off" for a while and giving her some space. She also debated whether or not that would lead to divorce.

In their room, Grace changed into the awful hospital gown, "Why are they so ugly? I'm about to birth a child, let me wear something cute and pink," she whined.

"I still think you look beautiful," Taylor offered the compliment as she tucked Grace's clothes into the overnight bag.

"But you have to say that because we're married. Bring like... someone attractive in here and then ask them and they'll say no."

"Oh so I'm not attractive enough for you?" Taylor raised her eyebrows, actually kind of hurt even though she knew it wasn't what Grace meant... probably.

"Piss off," Grace grumbled as she laid down, pressing the button to let the nurse know she had changed and could be set up to be monitored now.

"If you say that to me one more time in your posh little princess accent, I will leave and I will not come back. I don't give a fuck if you're bitchy because you're in labour, I don't appreciate it at all."

Grace frowned, putting her head down, "I'm sorry. It's been over seven years since I've done this and it hurts a lot worse this time. I'll try to be nice."

"Maybe you should get the epidural this time," Taylor suggested as she sat down on the chair next to the bed, intertwining their fingers as one, "So it doesn't hurt as much."

"And let them put a needle in my back? No way, I'd step on Liam's legos for five years straight before I did that."

The singer sighed and nodded, sitting quietly until another contraction hit. They had figured out over their multiple children that Grace preferred silence during her contractions but at the same time, affection. Hand kisses, shoulder brushes and foot massages were all very welcome.

"Okay," Grace sighed once it passed, "They really want to come out, holy shit. I don't think this labour will take long at all."

They decided to finally not find out the gender, considering they knew it was definitely their last kid. Boy or girl didn't matter, they had already picked out names for either result.