For the third consecutive morning, Taylor Swift woke up feeling sick to her stomach and rushing to the bathroom. She had been living at Travis’s Kansas City home while he was in the midst of the NFL season on November 18th, 2025. Taylor attempted to recall what she had eaten that might have contributed to the Norsia as she knelt on the chilly tile floor and waited for it to go away.

But she knew deep down that this wasn’t food poisoning, even though she wasn’t ready to admit it just yet. It felt strange. The stories her friends had told her made this feel horribly familiar. Travis was at practice on a Tuesday afternoon. After eating some dry toast at last, Taylor was sitting at the kitchen counter looking through her phone when she heard the front door explode with a kind of ruckus that only Jason Kels’s family could cause. Uncle Travis.

Uncle Travis. Wyatt’s shout reverberated throughout the home, followed by Kylie’s in a weary Wyatt. Remember, he’s not home yet. Taylor noticed Kylie entering as she looked up with all three girls appearing one out in a way that only mothers of little children can comprehend. Wyatt, Elliot, and Bennett were already sprinting in the direction of the kitchen behind her. Taylor, Aunt.

With the excitement of a seven-year-old who hadn’t seen her favorite aunt in at least 3 days, Wyatt squealled and threw herself at Taylor. Taylor smiled as she caught her, but her tummy lurched once more at the abrupt movement. Wyatt withdrew, observing her with those eyes, so she must have made a face, perceptive eyes that saw nothing.

“Are you ill, Aunt Taylor?” The kitchen fell silent as Wyatt said, “You look like mommy looked when she had Bennett in her tummy.” Kylie halted in the doorway, staring between Wyatt and Taylor with wide eyes. Taylor’s face began to lose blood. Taylor managed to respond, “I’m fine, sweetie.

” though even she could hear the strain in her voice. A touch under the weather, Wyatt, however, was not persuaded, she asked, tilting her head with the direct honesty that only children can have. The query that would alter everything, “Will you become a mother, Aunt Taylor?” Taylor’s hands began to tremble. With a strained giggle, Kylie leaped in and dragged Wyatt away.

That’s not a cart’s question to ask, folks. Wyatt, honey, come on. Let’s play with your sisters in the backyard. However, the harm had already been done. Kylie returned to the kitchen and shut the door as soon as she heard the females outside. Taylor could tell by the expression on her face that she had observed the same things as Wyatt.

Taylor. Kylie sat down next to her and spoke softly. When was your last period? Taylor said, tears welling up in her eyes. I don’t know. I’ve been so busy with finishing the album and wedding planning and traveling back and forth. I didn’t even notice until this morning when I realized it’s been over 6 weeks along with the vomiting.

I’ve been unable to tolerate the scent of coffee every morning for the past 3 days, which is crazy considering how much I depend on it. Kylie extended her arm to grasp Taylor’s hand. Have you completed an exam? With tears beginning to stream, Taylor shook her head. I’m also fearful, Kylie.

In 5 months, the wedding will take place. 5 months, the location is res. They are printing the invites. Next week, my dress will be tailored. Additionally, Travis is now enjoying his greatest season to date. How am I pregnant at this moment? Hey, take a breath, Kylie whispered. First of all, you are still unsure. Secondly, Travis loves you if you are.

Although the timing would be unexpected, it wouldn’t be catastrophic. But we haven’t even discussed children yet, Taylor stated in a sorrowful tone. We have after all discussed in passing as in the future. We’re<unk> not yet married though. We’re not prepared. I’m not prepared. Kylie was silent for a while.

Would you like me to go get you a test? Taylor gazed at her, these amazing women who in the last two years had grown to be like sisters to her. Would you? I am unable to go on my own. Before I even heard the outcome, someone would recognize me and it would be all over the internet. Kylie came back 30 minutes later carrying a bag from CVS.

Watching from the kitchen window, the girls continued to play outside. Taylor took the bag with trembling hands and vanished into the restroom. 5 minutes later, she came out with a positive pregnancy test in her hand and tears flowing down her face. “Oh my god,” she muttered. Taylor sobbed uncontrollably as Kylie grabbed her into an embrace.

“Oh my god, Kylie, it’s positive. I’m pregnant.” Her entire body shook as she sobbed, releasing all of her dread, disbelief, and crushing uncatainty. Taylor sobbed into Kylie’s shoulder. What am I going to do? How will I tell Travis? What happens if he’s not prepared? What if everything is ruined by this? Kylie firmly stated, “Travis loves you.

He loves you no matter what. But you must tell him right away, Taylor. It will get more difficult the longer you wait. I am aware. I just need some time to think about this before I can deal with how he feels. I have to figure out how I feel.” Pulling back, Kylie turned to face her. All right, but you shouldn’t handle this on your own.

Have you considered speaking with Donna? Taylor hadn’t considered that. However, there was something appealing about the concept now that Kylie had brought it up. Donna had developed into. To her, it was like a second mother, someone with whom she could share topics she was unable to address with her mother. Additionally, Donna would be the best person to know Travis’s possible reaction to this news.

Nervously, Taylor said. Do you think she’d be upset? I think she’d want to support you, Kylie remarked. However, there’s only one way to find out. Taylor emailed Donna that evening to ask if they could get coffee together the following morning after Travis got home from practice, and she had managed to appear normal at supper.

Donna answered without asking any questions. I responded right away with a love and yes emoji. Taylor drove to a peaceful cafe outside of Kansas City the following day where she was less likely to be recognized. Donna was already there enjoying two coffees while seated in a booth in the corner. Taylor’s look changed from friendly to worried as soon as she sat down.

So Donna must have noticed something on her face. What’s wrong, Taylor? Honey. Instead of finding the appropriate words by easing into it as Taylor had intended, everything fell out that I believe I’m expecting. No, I am aware of my pregnancy. I took a test yesterday and the results were positive. I’m scared because the wedding is in 5 months.

Travis and I haven’t really discussed having children and his job is doing great. I’m not sure how to tell him or what to do. Taylor did not anticipate Donna’s response. Donna’s eyes instantly began to well up with tears rather than astonishment, worry, or even excitement. Reaching across the table, she took both of Taylor’s hands and held them so firmly that it nearly hurt.

“Oh, my dear,” Donna murmured, her voice full of passion. “Oh, Taylor, I’m sorry,” Taylor murmured, perplexed by Donna’s emotions. Donna interrupted, shaking her head. “No, no, that’s not why I’m crying. Taylor, I need to tell you something. Something that Travis doesn’t know. something I’ve never told anyone except Ed. Before we continue, pause for a moment.

Have you ever been in a situation where someone’s reaction is terrible? I know this is terrible timing. I know we should have waited until after the wedding, until Travis’s season was over until Donna took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with a napkin. When Travis was 2 years old, I got pregnant again. Ed and I was so excited.

We wanted to give Travis a little brother or sister close in age, but at my 12-week appointment, they couldn’t find a heartbeat. I had miscarried and didn’t even know it. “Donna, I’m so sorry. That wasn’t the only time,” Donna said in a trembling voice. “I had two more miscarriages over the next 3 years. After the third one, the doctor said I probably wouldn’t be able to carry another pregnancy to term.

” They said something about my uterine lining, about how my body just couldn’t sustain a pregnancy anymore. I was devastated because I’d always wanted a big family and Travis was such a sweet little boy. However, Jason, Taylor began, I’m confused. Jason arrived 5 years later, Donna remarked, grinning despite her tears.

Jason’s birth was the most priceless gift I had ever gotten after believing I would never have another child. Despite all the odds, the doctors called him a miracle baby. I’d stopped trying, stopped hoping, and then suddenly I was pregnant. And somehow, miraculously, my body held on. Now that she understood why Donna was so upset, Taylor was crying, too.

Taylor, do you know what Travis used to pray for when he was little? Donna responded, “He used to offer prayers. Want a baby sister or brother each night? He used to ask me why he didn’t have siblings while other children did. And since he was too little to comprehend such a tragedy, I could never be honest with him.

I simply answer maybe someday, hoping that he will stop asking. Travis was 7 years old when Jason was eventually born. Furthermore, I have never witnessed a child so enthusiastic for a sibling. He used to get up in the middle of the night to see if Jason was still alive. He would try to share his snacks, bring him toys, and offer to assist with everything.

Due to two, Travis knows what it’s like to hope for something valuable and eventually get it, even though he doesn’t consciously recall those years. Donna tightened her grip on Taylor’s hands. Therefore, all I can think of when you tell me you’re pregnant is that you’ve been given a gift, even if the timing isn’t ideal and it’s earlier than you anticipated.

I am aware that this gift is not a should. Travis has been yearning for this gift his entire life whether he is aware of it or not. Now overcome by Donna’s tale and the gravity of what she had experienced. Taylor was crying was transporting both literally and metaphorically. However, what if Travis isn’t prepared? Then you remind him of something Donna stated in response to Taylor’s question.

What if he thinks it’s too soon? Travis Kelsey, more than anyone I know, knows that the best things in life come when you least expect them. They sat there for a long time, holding hands across the table. Two women connected by their love for each other. Life doesn’t wait for perfect timing. Love doesn’t wait for perfect timing.

Babies definitely don’t wait for perfect timing. Donna finally added, “Today, if possible, because Taylor, no matter how scared you are, Travis deserves to know. the same man and now by a secret that would affect all of their lives. That man loves you more than anything in this world. Taylor asked Travis if they could have a conversation after supper that night, regardless of his first response.

She saw the worry flash across his face, perhaps recalling the previous time she’d said those words prior to their major altercation. They took a seat on the sofa in the living area, and Taylor inhaled deeply. Travis, I need to tell you something and I need you to just listen until I’m done. Okay. Travis took her hands and nodded.

Over the past few days, I haven’t felt well. Fatigue, nausea, and a realization that I was running late. Very late. Yesterday, I had a pregnancy test. She saw the optimistic widening of his eyes. I have a pregnancy. The ensuing silence seemed to go on forever. Travis only gazed at her, his expression alternating between amazement, perplexity, and something Taylor couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“Reed. You’re pregnant,” he said again, seemingly testing the phrase. “Are you currently pregnant?” “Yes,” Taylor muttered. “I am aware of how awful the timing is. I am aware that this was not what we had planned. I am aware that your season is going great. The wedding is in 5 months and we haven’t even really talked about having children yet.

She was interrupted by Travis who pulled her into his arms till she could not breathe. Are you content? His voice was muffled by her hair as he inquired. Do you think this is acceptable? Startled, Taylor drew back to stare at him. I don’t understand. I’m afraid. But is this good with you, Travis? With tears in his eyes, Travis said, “Taylor, I’m going to be a father now.

” His face was beginning to light up with a smile that was getting bigger by the moment. “We’re expecting a child. After that, you gravel.” Travis hung up and looked at his phone to see where Taylor was. She continued to drive in the direction of Nashville. After grabbing his keys and packing his clothes in a suitcase, Travis hurried to his pickup.

He needed to figure out how to correct the biggest error of his life and had a three-hour drive ahead of him. The motivation felt too brief and infinite at the same time. Travis practiced speeches, but none of them seemed good enough. Halfway there, he noticed that Twitter was still obsessed with him at a gas station.

However, he witnessed supporters standing up for them this time. Despite his past season, he was still ranked in the top five. Hundreds of people told stories of how seeing him and Taylor together had rekindled their faith in true love, while pundits pointed out that one poor game didn’t ruin an amazing career.

“Is it time for us to call a doctor?” Taylor sobbed as she smiled at his quick defensiveness. “I believe we ought to consult a physician.” “Yes, but we have time,” Travis. “I’m most likely only six or seven weeks along.” “S weeks?” Travis moved his hand to her still flat stomach and repeated. Right now, there’s a small person inside, “Part you, part me.

That is crazy.” They contacted Taylor’s Nashville physician during the course of the following two days, and he suggested an OBGYn in Kansas City. Travis insisted on attending the Friday afternoon appointment, even though he had a game on Sunday. “I don’t miss our first doctor’s appointment,” he firmly stated. Practice is not as crucial as this.

They sat in Dr. Patricia Morrison’s office on Friday afternoon. Taylor’s hand was being held by Travis so tightly that it nearly hurt. Taylor felt instantly at comfortable with Dr. Morrison, who was in her 50s and had gentle eyes and a composed manner. Dr. Morrison replied, examining Taylor’s chart.

Your at home pregnancy test came back positive. When was the last time you had your period? Dr. Morrison nodded and took notes after Taylor informed her the date. That means you would be around 7 weeks along in pregnancy. To be sure, let’s undertake an examination and an ultrasound. After a brief examination, Dr.

Morrison stopped the ultrasound machine. Given how early you are, this will be transvaginal. We won’t be able to see anything clearly without it. As Dr. Morrison started the ultrasound, Taylor gave Travis a firm squeeze on the hand. Both of them gazed at the screen, attempting to decipher the gray and black shapes. Dr.

Morrison remained silent for a considerable amount of time while he moved the wand and carefully examined the screen. Well, finally, she said, which is never what a doctor should tell you. What? Travis inquired right away. What’s the issue? Dr. Morrison added cautiously. I’m not seeing what I’d expect to see at 7 weeks.

She swung the screen in their direction. Look at this. This is empty, even though it should be a gestational sack. Nothing that might suggest a viable pregnancy, such as a fetal pole or yolk sack. Taylor’s heart sank. What does that signify? It could mean a number of things. You might be earlier than we think, and it’s too early to see anything, Dr.

Morrison remarked, pausing, selecting her. Travis tightened his hold on Taylor’s hand. Or it could mean the pregnancy isn’t viable. what we call a blighted OAM where the fertileized egg implants but doesn’t develop. However, the test came out positive. Yes, as during implantation, your body continued to manufacture pregnancy hormones.

I want to do some blood work though, Taylor. We will measure your levels of various hormones, including hCG, that will provide us with more conclusive information on the situation. They returned to Dr. Morrison’s office 2 hours later to await the results of the blood test. Travis had been holding Taylor while she sobbed silently.

They were both attempting to come to terms with the prospect that there might not have been a kid after all. Before Taylor could say anything, Dr. Morrison returned with a file folder and a kind face. The home test was positive because of your raise hCG levels, but they’re not quite as high as they should be for a 7we pregnancy, Taylor.

More crucially, your thyroid hormones are drastically out of balance and your progesterone levels are extremely low. Thus, Taylor stated bluntly, “I’m not pregnant.” “No,” Dr. Morrison softly affirmed, “we refer to what you went through as a chemical pregnancy. Your body produced pregnancy hormones after the egg was fertileized and momentarily implanted.

However, the pregnancy never progressed. These hormones were detected by the home test, which is why the result was positive. However, these hormone levels indicate that you are not currently pregnant and that you most certainly never had a successful pregnancy. Travis’s arm tightened over Taylor’s shoulders. The queasy feeling? Travis inquired. Duh.

So, there was never a baby, Taylor muttered. When your body tries to prepare for pregnancy, even a non-viable one, it releases a cascade of hormones. Those hormones caused your symptoms. The good news is that now that the embryo has stopped developing, your hormone levels will normalize within a week or two, and your symptoms should resolve.

Dr. Morrison had a gentle look on his face. An egg that had been fertileized attempted to implant. Some individuals think that a very early pregnancy loss. Some people don’t. It’s okay how you decide to handle this emotionally. Making ensuring you’re physically well is what matters right now. She hesitated.