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“Oh for the love of….” Taylor mumbled to herself as she dug through her bathroom cabinet on her hands and knees. There it was. Taylor snatched the small blue box up from the bottom corner of the cabinet where it had been shoved under a seriously startling amount of hair products bottles. Taylor mentally noted that she probably needed to got though the entire bathroom soon so she could get rid of some stuff, she probably didn’t need four bottles of the same hair spray. Shaking her head slightly Taylor stood up, straightening her skirt, as she flipped the box over and set it down on the counter. She skimmed over the directions, hands shaking slightly, as she picked the box back up.

Three minutes later Taylor was sitting on her bed, the timer on her phone on, two minutes to go. Her leg was shaking as she pumped it up and down, trying to stay calm, telling herself that she was probably just overreacting. She had been under a lot of stress lately, that was probably all it was, stress can do crazy things to a persons body she reminded herself silently as she stared at the numbers ticking away on her phone.

“Babe…” a voice suddenly echoed from downstairs as the sound of the door shutting reverberated. “Shit” Taylor whispered, standing up quickly, he wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour. “Uh yeah, I’m up here,” she shouted back down while clumsily shoving the box into the side table, taking note of the bold word pregnant, staring back at her, her breathe hitched as she slammed the drawer shut. She could hear his footsteps echoing on the stairs as he made his way to her. “Hey love, I finished up early today” he announced, grinning at her as he stood in the door frame looking at her excitedly. “Well I can see that” replied Taylor as she made her way to the bathroom to wash her hands, “why didn’t you call or text?” She asked, a slight edge to her voice.

Joe’s grin faltered as he followed her into the bathroom, studying her, confused at her reaction to his arrival. He had thought she would be excited to see him, she didn’t need to be ecstatic, but she was acting very anxious as she roughly dried her hands on the towel next to the sink. “Well, I thought I would surprise you, I thought maybe we could have a nice dinner or something…” he trailed off as she raised her eyebrows at him, “yeah, because there’re so many places we can go” she replied sarcastically as she made her way back into the bedroom, picking up her phone as she went, automatically chiding herself for the way she was behaving. She knew she was being a moody bitch when Joe was only trying to do something sweet.

She took a deep breathe, turning to face him, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it just” she paused for a moment, “can be a lot you know” she finished with a whisper. Her mind began racing, it already was a lot to handle, how on earth could she possibly add a baby to the mix. They both had crazy lives separately, but together it was almost unmanageable at times. Oh god how had this happened, this was not supposed to happen, especially not like this, her eyes began to well up as she thought back to that night.

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“Joe stop it!” She giggled, running around to the other side of the island, “ah no, I swear” she exclaimed, almost doubling over with laughter as more white powder went flying into her hair. “Oh Miss Swift, you asked for it” taunted Joe lunging around the island, wrapping his arms around her waist, tickling her and she crumbled to the ground in a fit of laughter, screeching gleefully as Joe wrestled her to the floor, a huge grin on his face as a deep laugh escaped his lips. He pinned her hands above her head as she squirmed, laughing hysterically all while trying to catch her breathe. She was sure that she looked ridiculous as well, but she couldn’t help but grin at Joe’s white hair which was covered with a nice coating of flour. “You have something… right here!” Exclaimed Taylor as she threw her last handful of flour at him, giggling as he gasped and laughed as the flour coated his face.

His grip went back to her arms as she squirmed playfully under his grasp as he laughed and shook his head at her. “Taylor” he exclaimed, laughing so hard that he was leaning into her so closely, that she could probably kiss him if she wanted to, and boy did she want to. Who knew flinging flour at each other in the kitchen like small children could be such a turn on thought Taylor with a smirk.

They both made eye contact, giggling softly as Joe brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear as he took a deep breathe, collecting himself again. He bent down to place a short kiss on her lips, getting ready to stand back up, but Taylor gabbed his forearm before he could, “And where do you think you’re going mister” whispered Taylor as she leaned forward to kiss him softly, a smile on her lips. “Mmhm” mumbled Joe as he deepened the kiss, “no where now” he whispered as she sat up to her knees, straddling him on the kitchen floor, flour on every surface. “Good” she murmured seductively, “me too” she whispered in his ear as she began to kiss his neck. His hands immediately went to her ass, pulling her into him, as he kissed her neck, feeling her arch her back slightly with the contact. Before either of them knew it, their clothes were in a pile on the kitchen floor and Taylors back was pressed against the cool tile of the floor, arching slightly as Joe pushed her hands above her head, making love to her.

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Taylor flinched at the sound of Joe’s voice bringing her back to reality. “What?” She asked, jerking her head to face him. “I said,” he began slowly, “ is everything alright, you seem anxious” he asked directly, not breaking eye contact with her as she stood facing him, looking like a deer in headlights. “Nope, its all good” replied Taylor brusquely as she abruptly turned and walked quickly out of the room, stifling tears and she made her way down the stairs into the kitchen, the scene of the crime she thought sarcastically to herself. She leaned against the counter, palms flush with the cool granite, taking deep breathes, trying very hard not to cry.

Joe quietly made his way down stairs after her, knowing full well everything was not okay. He walked into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw Taylor sobbing with her head laying on her arms on the counter. “Oh love,” he whispered softly as stood behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “Shhh, don’t cry” he murmured into her ear, “we’ll fix it, I promise, whatever it is love.” “You ca- ca-can’t fix this” sobbed Taylor, “I… we.. I… can’t” she kept sobbing, gripping his forearms as her body shook. Joe absolutely hated seeing her like this. “Come on love, what is it?” He asked her again stroking her back. Taylor just shook her head as she stood up, taking his hand in hers and walking upstairs.

He followed her, very confused about what was happening as she took him back to the bedroom where they just were. She yanked open the side table drawer and thrust a blue box into his hands, promptly bursting into tears again as she sat down on the bed, cradling her head in her hands. “It was that night, in the kitchen,” she sobbed as Joe opened the box, staring at her wide eyed, now he looked like a deer in headlights. “ I knew we shouldn’t..” She sobbed as Joe stared at the test in front of him. The word pregnant staring back at him.

“Oh” he whispered, still in shock, “Oh” Taylor echoed back at him, “great response Joe” she said huskily, wiping tears from her eyes. “Exactly what I wanted to hear” she snapped at him, still crying , un able to control it any more. “Taylor, I…” said Joe quietly, sitting down next to her as she leaned away from him. “You know thats not what I meant, I’m just shocked, thats all” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. She fought him at first, but after a second she gave in, resting her cheek against his chest, her tears leaving a mark on his grey shirt. She hiccuped as he rubbed small circles on her back, “It’s scary love” he began, resting his cheek on top of her head, “ theres so much that goes into having a baby, a child,” he said, “but you know what, I know you can do it, that we can do it. I watch you in amazement every day, and I’m convinced that there is nothing you can’t do. You are one of the most generous, thoughtful, and caring people I know. And in my opinion, those are the best qualities for a mother to have” he finished softly, kissing her on the top of her head as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, slowly looking ups at him. “Is this something you really want” she asked him, searching his face for a reaction. He stared intensely back at her, “Yes, one hundred percent.” He replied. “I want you, and whatever a life with you looks like” he said, wiping the tears from under her eyes as he spoke gently.

She smiled slightly, whispering into his chest, “I’m scared” she said, shaking slightly at the admittance of her own feelings. “Me to” replied Joe, “but I would be more concerned if we weren’t” he replied softly, tracing circles on her back, comforting her. She sat back slightly, wiping her eyes as she held his gaze. “So we’re doing this” she whispered, her breathe catching slightly, “a baby, its just…” she trailed off with a hiccup. “Yeah” replied Joe slowly, “its… a lot, like you said earlier, but when has that stopped us before” he replied with a small grin. “I’m one hundred percent in, in this relationship, being a father, whatever you need from me, you’ll alway get” said Joe seriously, “I can promise you that.” He said, taking her hand as he spoke. “Do you trust me?” He asked, “always” replied Taylor, her brow furrowed slightly as she thought about it. The totality of the situation, a baby, she Taylor Alison Swift was going to be a mom. It scared her so badly she wanted to cry, but there was also a hint of excitement there. She loved Joe, she would trust him with anything, somehow it seemed like maybe this wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen. “Ok….” She said slowly, “we are having a baby” she finished with a slight smile, “a baby” replied Joe, smiling back at her as he pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you” he whispered in her ear, feeling her relax into him as he pulled her closer, leaning back so that they were both laying on the bed, snuggled together. “And our baby too” he finished, kissing her softly. And that was when she knew everything would be alright.