Taylor Swift’s hands were trembling, staring at three pregnancy tests arranged on the marble counter, she sat on the bathroom floor with her knees drawn to her chest and her back against the chilly tile wall. Each of the three displayed two pink lines. They were all three positive. Travis’s worried voice shouted out from behind the restroom door.

 Are you all right in there, baby? You’ve spent around 20 minutes in the restroom. Taylor was unable to respond. Her heart was beating so loudly that she could hear it in her ears and her mouth was dry. Are you expecting she had a pregnancy? However, they were not making an effort. This was not what they had intended.

They had not yet tied the knot. Travis gently wrapped on the door. I’m beginning to worry about you, Taylor. Taylor was aware that everything in her life was going to change at that precise moment, but she had no idea how Travis would respond. Taylor gazed at those three tests as if they would change if she gave them enough attention.

Pregnancy is indicated by two pink lines. In her mind, the word was alien, like trying on an ill-fitting clothing. They had exercised caution, mostly cautious. There was after Travis’s playoff victory two weeks prior, they had been irresponsible and caught up in the moment, but this time it couldn’t. Yet, it seems it could. I’m coming in, Taylor, now.

Travis’s voice was more demanding. No, hold on. Swiftly getting to her feet, Taylor grabbed the tests and pushed them into the drawer beneath the sink. Before opening the door, she cleaned her hands, took a deep breath, and flushed the toilet for effect. With his hair disheveled from sleep and a worried expression on his face, Travis stood there in sweatpants and a t-shirt face.

Saturday morning was their lazy day, the only day of the week when they could spend time together without any obligations. “You okay?” he inquired, his hands sliding straight to her shoulders as his gaze scanned her face. “Yes, I’m all right. Just a stomach issue. Perhaps something I had last night.

” Taylor immediately despised herself for lying since it came too naturally to her. She melted against Travis’s chest and breathed in his comforting aroma as he pulled her into an embrace. You want me to make you some tea? Ginger tea helps, right? Taylor muttered. That would be nice. Not trusting her voice to say anything more. Taylor shut the restroom door once again and took the tests out as Travis made his way to the kitchen.

All three of them are still optimistic. Since Taylor Swift was seldom late and her period was 5 days late, she had taken them. Since she was farting, she ran like clockwork. She took out her phone and looked up false positive pregnancy test on Google. The outcomes were not comforting. There were very few false positives.

You were almost certainly pregnant if the test came up positive, carrying the child of Travis Kels. Unconsciously, Taylor moved one hand to her still flat stomach as she perched on the bathtub’s edge. A baby, a tiny human, half her, half Travis, a small person with his grin and perhaps her eyes, or his eyes and her smile could be inside.

 A doctor, a musician, a football player, or whatever else they desired. She should have been afraid of the concept, and she was. However, there was more going on behind the fair. Anything that was suspiciously similar to excitement, tea is prepared. Travis made a call from the the kitchen. Taylor proceeded to join him after concealing the tests once more.

He had made her favorite mug, which said, “I run on coffee, sarcasm, and lipstick filled with steaming ginger tea. He’d even put honey in it just the way she liked. Thank you,” she said, taking the mug with her now steadier hands. They sat at the kitchen island together with Travis scrolling through his phone and Taylor pretending to drink her tea while her mind was racing.

She had to tell him, “But how, when, and what if he?” Travis looked up from his phone and said, “What? You’re being weird. You’ve been staring at that mug for like 5 minutes without drinking any tea.” And you have that face. What face? That face you get when you’re working through song lyrics in your head, but you can’t quite get the vice right.

Taylor was always impressed by how well he knew her. I’m not working on lyrics, then. What’s wrong? Travis put down his phone and focused entirely on her. Nothing because I can tell something’s bothering you. Taylor put down her mug. This was it. She couldn’t lie to him. She wouldn’t lie to him. Travis, I need to tell you something.

His expression instantly became serious. Okay, what is it? She began, then stopped. The word stuck in her throat. I think I’m I mean I took some tests and they were all Travis waited patient but obviously concerned. I’m pregnant. Taylor finally blurted out in a hurry trying and we weren’t even married yet.

And I don’t know how this happened. Well, I know how it happened, but I didn’t think one time would lay.Travis held up his hand, his face pale. Wait, you’re pregnant? Yes. I mean, I think so. The tests say so. all three of them. Travis just stayed at her for a long, horrible moment. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, just stared.

Taylor felt tears burning behind her eyes. Please say something. Maybe. I need to visit the doctor. Confirm. But the tests were all positive, so probably. Yes. Travis abruptly got up, his chair scraping the floor, and walked to the window with his back to Taylor, his hands on his head. Taylor’s heart sank. This was it. He was freaking out.

He didn’t want this. He was going to Travis, who turned around with tears running down his face. Travis. Taylor stood up, startled, he crossed the kitchen in three long strides and fell to his knees in front of her, his hands on her hips, his forehead against her stomach. “We’re having a kid,” he said in a wonderfilled whisper.

“Taylor, we’re having a baby.” She felt such a wave of relief that she nearly passed out. “You’re not upset. upset. Taylor, “I’m terrified. I’m completely terrified. But I’m also happy. I’m so happy. I can’t even breathe.” Travis said, looking up at her with tears streaming down his face. You’re sure? Because this wasn’t the plan.

We were going to get married and wait a couple of Travis stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace, saying, “Years and plans change, and maybe this is better than any plan we could have made.” They held each other in the kitchen, both laughing and crying, both scared and excited and overwhelmed.

Finally, Travis asked, “When do we tell people?” “I want to go to the doctor first. Make sure everything’s okay. But then, I guess we tell our families. My mom is going to lose her mind,” he said, a smile shining through his tears. “Your mom has always wanted grandchildren.” Wyatt Elliot Bennett, who already has grandchildren, said, “Okay, but this is different.

This is her baby having a baby.” Travis pulled back to look at her, his hands on her face. “Our baby? Can you believe it? We made a person. We maybe made a person.” Taylor corrected. “I need the doctor to confine.” “Right, right. When can you get an appointment? I’ll call Monday morning.” That night, Taylor was unable to fall asleep and lay in bed next to Travis, who had finally fallen asleep after spending hours discussing nursery colors, baby names, and whether they’d need to purchase a home with more bedrooms. Even when she slept, his hand

rested protectively on her stomach. Taylor put her hand over his and tried to imagine a baby growing inside her, a tiny person, a tiny human who would call the mom and dad. The idea was overwhelming, beautiful, and terrifying all at once. Sunday went by in a blur of covert smiles and Travis’s haphazard hugs.

 Both of them engrossed in this bubble of possibility. They looked up things like first trimester symptoms, how to tell if you’re pregnant, and when it’s morning. On Sunday night, Taylor said we should wait to tell people until after the doctor confirms just in case. Good idea, Travis agreed. But can we tell Jason? I’m going to blow up if I don’t tell someone. Taylor laughed.

Okay, we can tell Jason, but he has to keep it secret. Travis called his brother right away, putting him on FaceTime. What’s up? Jason answered clearly while watching TV with Kylie. Can you keep a secret? Travis asked, unable to contain his smile. Depends on the secret. There was a beat of silence and then Kylie’s face came into view.

Did he just say what I think he said? We think so, Taylor said. Moving into view. I took three tests yesterday and they were all positive, but we’re waiting for the doctor to confirm on Monday. Oh my god. Kylie squealled. Oh my god. Congratulations. Jason was beaming from me to a How are you feeling? Terrified, excited, all the things.

That’s exactly how I felt when Kylie told me about Wyatt. Jason said Taylor felt a little more prepared and a little more terrified by the time they hung up. On Monday morning, Taylor called her doctor’s office as soon as they opened, saying, “I need to schedule an appointment. I think I’m pregnant. Congratulations. We can see you this afternoon if that works.

” Travis insisted on accompanying her, rescheduling his entire day to be there. They spoke for an additional hour. Jason and Kylie offering advice, sharing stories about their pregnancies, and explaining what to expect. Taylor’s doctor, Dr. Sarah Martinez, had been her OB/GYN for 3 years and was someone Taylor completely trusted.

In the exam room, Taylor changed into a gown while Travis sat in the chair, his leg bouncing nervously. The doctor’s office was in a discrete medical building chosen specifically because Taylor could come and go without being surrounded by paparazzi or fans, Taylor answered. Yeah, just anxious. What if the tests were incorrect? Then we deal with that.

But she had the same question. Dr. Martinez arrived with a warm smile. So, I hear we might have some exciting news.I took three tests at home, all of which were positive, but I wanted to be sure. Of course. Let’s do a blood test. That’s the most accurate. If you’d like, we can also do an ultrasound, but it might be too early to see much.

They did the blood test first and Dr. Martina said it would take about an hour to get results. Meanwhile, she performed a physical examination and asked Taylor about her symptoms, her medical history, and her last period. Everything looks good. Dr. Martinez said, “Based on your last period, if you are pregnant, you be about 5 weeks along.

” Taylor struggled to comprehend that. Let’s do an ultrasound while we wait for the blood work, Dr. Martinez suggested. Taylor lay back on the exam table, Travis holding her hand, and they both stared at the ultrasound screen as Dr. Martinez moved the wand across Taylor’s lower abdomen. “It’s very early, so we might not see anything yet,” Dr. Martinez cautioned.

A tiny blob appeared on the screen, Travis whispered. “Is that the gestational sack?” Dr. Martinez confirmed. Which means there is definitely something there. But I can’t see a fetal pole or heartbeat yet, which is normal for this early that usually shows up around 6 weeks. Taylor stayed at the screen at that tiny blob that might be her baby, and Travis was squeezing her hand so tightly that it nearly hurt.

They waited in tense silence for the results of the blood test while Travis paced the small exam room while Taylor sat on the table with her hand unconsciously placed on her stomach. When Dr. Martinez finally returned, her expression was different and more serious. Taylor’s heart immediately sank. What’s wrong? Dr. Martina sat down, her face sympathetic.

I’m sorry, Taylor. The blood test came back negative. What? Taylor felt like she’d been punched. However, home tests can occasionally give false positives, particularly if there’s a chemical pregnancy or hormonal imbalance. Your hCG levels are elevated, but not high enough to indicate pregnancy. Additionally, even though the ultrasound revealed what appeared to be a gestational sack, could also be a pseudo sack caused by fluid buildup.

So, I’m not pregnant. Taylor’s voice was small. I’m afraid not. I’m sorry. I know this isn’t the news you were hoping for. Travis had stopped pacing and stood frozen, pale, but the tests, all three of them, were positive. It’s rare, but it happens. stress, hormonal fluctuations, certain medications. All of these can cause false positives.

I’d like to run some. I’ll give you two some privacy, Dr. Martinez said, squeezing Taylor’s shoulder before leaving the room. I’m sorry, Taylor gasped between breaths. More tests to figure out what’s causing the elevated hCG levels. But for right now, I can say with confidence that you’re not pregnant. I’m so sorry.

Why are you sorry? She sobbs. Because I got your hopes up. Because I told you we were having a baby and we’re not. Because Stop, Travis replied firmly, pulling back to face her. Stop, he continued in a tearful voice. You are not to blame for this. There was nothing wrong with you. However, you were ecstatic. And I’m depressed right now.

Both of us are depressed. That doesn’t alter anything about us, though. Taylor. In that medical room, they embraced and sobbed, lamenting something they had only thought existed for 3 days, but had somehow already cherished. There was silence on the way home. With her palm on her stomach, which no longer felt full with possibilities, but rather empty, Taylor gazed out the window.

With one hand on the wheel and the other ones, Travis drove. When Taylor got home, she immediately walked to the bedroom and got into bed while still wearing her clothes. After her, Travis climbed in beside her and drew her close to his chest. “We need to call Jason,” Taylor replied in a flat tone. “Tell him it was a false alarm.

” “Later,” Travis said. They said, “Right now, we just need to be sad.” As afternoon gave way to darkness, they both lay in bed, grieving the loss of something they had hardly had time to think about. As the sun sank outside their window, Taylor muttered. I didn’t realize how much I wanted it until it was gone. Travis said, “Me, too.

When you first told me, I was scared. However, I became enthusiastic after that. I began to imagine what our child would look like, what we would name them, how we would tell them stories about how we met, and if they would play football, make music, or do something else different.” I did as well. According to Taylor, I was already thinking of teaching them to play the piano, training them to throw a football in the garden, and teaching them nursery colors.

Travis said, “We can still have those things, just not at this moment.” Taylor looked up at him. Are those things really what you want? You want them, not only because you believe they are occurring. Travis remained silent for a while as he gave it some serious thought. In that case, I do, Taylor. I want to have children withyou.

I want to buy a house with a large backyard and fill it after we are married with miniature copies of ourselves. All of that is what I want. Taylor’s cheeks began to well up with new tears. But these were not like the others. That’s what I also want. It wasn’t until this past weekend that I realized how much. However, I desire it. My goal is to become a mother.

the mother of your child. Travis kissed her forehead and whispered. Then we<unk>ll make it happen. Not at this moment. Eventually, although perhaps not for a year or two, when we prepared, really all set. Not by chance prepared. I felt unprepared, Taylor remarked. I was not as afraid as I had anticipated.

I was thrilled. I agree. They were clutching each other in the deepening darkness while remaining silent for a time. At last, Travis said, “I need to call your mom. Inform her that we were mistaken. She will be quite disappointed. She will comprehend. And when it actually occurs, she will be thrilled.

” “Whenever that is,” Taylor gave a nod. “All right. However, tomorrow, this evening, all I want is to be depressed with you. Deal.” They made the difficult phone calls the following morning. First, Jason, who was kind and encouraging. After that, Donna sobbed in disappointment, but assured them that there was plenty and that she loved them. Of time for grandchildren.

Then Andrea wanted to come over and look after Taylor right away, but Taylor insisted she was all right. “False alarms happen,” Andrea replied softly. “But honey, this told you something important. It told you that you’re ready, both of you. I think you’re right,” Taylor said. Over the course of the following few days, Taylor underwent additional testing and Dr.

Martinez concluded that the false positive was due to a hormonal imbalance and stress, both of which were easily treatable. She recommended some medication and and when you’re ready to actually try, Dr. Martinez replied with a gentle smile, “Come see me. Taylor should take it easy for a few weeks. We’ll ensure that everything functions properly.

” Taylor and Travis were watching the sunset in their backyard one week after the false alarm. With Travis’s arm encircling her, Taylor rested her head on his shoulder. Travis remarked, “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about the desire to become a mother.” “Yes, that’s what I also desire.

That’s what I want, but I think we should do it properly.” Taylor raised her gaze to him. “What? What do you mean moving?” Travis reached into his pocket. He took out a tiny box. Taylor gasped for a Travis said I was going to wait for New Year’s Eve. I had a complete plan. However, after this week and everything we experienced together, I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want to wait any longer.

A gorgeous diamond ring was visible when he opened the package. Will you marry me, Taylor Allison Swift? Are you going to be my wife? And will you be my children’s mother when we’re both truly ready? These were joyful, but Taylor was crying once more. “Tears! The first joyful tears in a week.” “Yes,” she replied, chuckling despite her tears.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Travis kissed her after putting the ring on her finger. They were both grinning. They were both in tears. Instead of looking back, they both looked forward. Later, nestled up against him on the couch, Taylor remarked, “So, when it really happens, “When I’m actually pregnant for real, we’re going to be ready.

We’re going to be so ready,” Travis said. “Let’s simply concentrate on preparing and practicing for the wedding for the time being.” Taylor chuckled. “Rehearsing. Having children is a skill. We ought to practice a lot, you know, to ensure that when we truly strive, we get it correctly.” Taylor gave him a friendly arm slap. You absurd. You adore me.

She looked at her new ring before turning to face him and said, “I do. I truly truly do.” They both realized something crucial as they sat there together making plans for the future, lamenting the things they had lost, but looking forward to what was ahead. They were prepared. Perhaps not now, perhaps not tomorrow, but soon.

They were prepared to become parents. prepared to form a family. But first, they plan to tie the knot, and that’s precisely how it ought to be. Please hit the like button and let me know in the comments if this emotional trip moved you. Would you prefer not to take the test at all, or would you want to know if it was a false alarm? Remember to subscribe for more tales of hope, love, and grief.