When Mallory's cat, Lexie Grey, decides to make a run for it, she runs into Taylor Swift. Literally. The two bond over their love for cats, Grey's Anatomy, and each other.
"Lexie Grey, you bloody match maker!"
June 2016 > ???
* This book is pure...
Honestly after this chapter I'm doing a time jump, then another time jump after that chapter because i cba.
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July, 2020
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Midnight.
It was midnight and Taylor was drunkenly giggling, head in Mallory's lap as the brunette loosely plaited her hair. She looked up at her wedding ring with a giddy smile, blushing as she remembered the day.
"We should go to bed," Mallory said softly. They had been sat on the sofa for an hour or so already.
"Not tired," Taylor laughed. "We should talk more. About kids. When do you want to start trying? Do you still want to carry them? Do you still want them?" She looked up at her wife with wide, puppy-dog eyes.
The woman in question furrowed her eyebrows. "Yes. Yes. As soon as possible. I answered-"
"Backwards," Taylor nodded with a wide smile. "Why as soon as possible?"
"I don't want to be those forty-year-old parents with a five-year-old child," Mallory. "Maybe when the pandemic ends we could start trying?"
The blonde nodded. "If it ends," She corrected.
"It'll end. Or get less... deadly. Just think, they'll be a time when people will call getting Covid-19 embarrassing."
"God. That is something gen z would do."
"'Zed.' Spoken like a true Brit," Mallory chuckled.
"So, if we have a boy it'd be a little you and if we have a girl it'd be a little me."
"And of course, we'd force them into piano lessons because we're those parents. You know, since we both come from old money."
"I don't come from old money."
"Okay, sweetheart."
There was silence before, "Who's accent do you think they'll pick up?"
