Everything Has Changed

Knocked Up

And win they did. A triumphant victory and a perfect way to begin the 2024 NFL season: a win 37 - 10 to the Chiefs. Travis had been on top form, scoring two touchdowns one of which had been the winning touchdown in the final five seconds of the game. It was not necessary, they had already won by a mile, but it still meant a lot to Travis. Taylor had tried her best to remain calm and collected during the game, wanting little to no media attention because in her mind, if they had nothing to see, there would be nothing to sell. At least that was what she hoped for. Luckily, the baby knew what the plan was and decided that the smell of Taylor's favourite chicken tenders would from now on be rancid and revolting. Taylor could have sworn that the toilet in their suite saw more action than Travis got on the field that day. A record seven sickness sessions. She knew that breakfast bagel had been a bad idea. But when Jason is in town it means two main things: flip-flops and breakfast bagels. Or just bagels in any form. When she had been to her first doctor's appointment and the OBGYN had shown her the baby, they both laughed over how much of a bean shape the baby was. And it stuck. She now called the baby her little bean, her little secret.

There was no after party, or great victory celebration. There had been an exchange of handshakes, hugs and congratulations but nothing extravagant. It there had been, Taylor wouldn't have known. She was content on going straight home and finding serenity under the warm crisp sheets of their bed. Pregnancy isominia was no laughing matter. It fucking killed. And this was the final straw.

Travis knew that Taylor was always the first one to suggest going out to celebrate a win, knowing that he didn't like celebrating too early on in the season, for it would jinx the coming weeks results. A silly superstition, that Taylor never really took that seriously. Travis was an amazing man and deserved to be celebrated. So when she said goodbye to his parents and told him she would be waiting in the car, he knew there was something drastically wrong. She was distant that night.

"I've got to do some work quickly and reply to some emails in my office but after we could maybe watch a movie or something?" Travis asked, looking over at where Taylor was curled up on her phone on the sofa. She looked up wearily when he spoke.

"Oh ummm, I am actually feeling quite tired so I am probably just going to go to bed. Sorry Trav, maybe tomorrow." She gave him a small hug, wincing at the discomfort in her breasts when he pulled her in closer and he watched as she slowly slumped her way up the stairs towards their bedroom. He watched as she winced in pain, and observed her figure which he swore had gotten smaller and weaker since her return from England. He tried not to think too much about it, taking himself off to his office down the corridor to get cracking on some emails and brand endorsements for the new season of New Heights. It only took him half an hour but when he planned to go upstairs to surprise Taylor with an early night of cuddles in bed together, he overheard her on the phone. From what he quickly gathered, she was on the phone to Tree. Travis stood outside of the door, quietly eavesdropping on the conversation being had in the next room.

"Hopefully the fans will understand why we have had to make these changes" He heard Taylor speak. Changes? What changes was she making? Travis guessed she was talking about the last lg of the Eras Tour that would commence in October. He kept on listening.

"I know that. I don't want to disclose much to them just yet. I think if we just state that it's for my personal health and medical reasons, they have to understand."

"No I haven't told Travis yet.. Yes I know I need to tell him. I was going to tell him tonight, and then you called. And I am just so tired and emotional. Like I can't even hug Trav anymore, it just hurts my boob too much, and then there is the sickness and that is just going to get worse. I'm just feeling so down."

Travis couldn't take hearing any more of their conversation. He dragged himself back down to the living room, collapsing down onto the sofa. Taylor was sick...