Everything Has Changed

Call Me By Your Name

He gave her a kiss on the head as he slowly let go of her bump, letting it drift back down to its regular position. The baby had turned and at Taylor's most recent ultrasound scan almost a week before, the doctor had confirmed that the baby had turned to be head down and would be showing the signs of dropping in the next week or so, showing signs that they would be here sooner, rather than later. 

"I left you your ice cream in a bowl on the desk. I would eat it quickly before it melts and then I think Tree said Lorrie is here to start your hair." 

"Thanks Trav. I'll see you later on when I am all ready. Can't wait to see you all dressed up in your suit." Taylor winked at him in a flirtatious manner.

"Hey now, come on. That kind of behaviour is what got us into this situation in the first place. 

Both of them looked at each other seriously before bursting out into laughter. Taylor blew him a kiss, watching as he departed the master bedroom of their house in Los Angeles. Taylor had come to the realisation that everything of hers had become his. Her houses were no longer just here's, they were theirs. The kitties, as much as Travis hated to admit it, had become some of his children. Taylor could hear her hair and makeup team coming down the hallway and so made her way out of the walk in closet, adding her white towel robe onto her naked body in the process, to meet them. 

Taylor had chosen to go simple with her hair. Lorrie loosely curled it, styling most of it into a loose low bun and leaving her signature bangs and a few baby hairs loose around the front to frame the rest of her face. She had decided to go natural for most of her makeup: a timeless old Hollywood classic, topped with her signature red lip that she knew Travis could not resist. Maybe she would purposefully make Chris use the non smudge proof lipstick just so that she could make him as hers: her prey. 

The dress had been a custom ordered piece. A beautiful white ballgown which if you looked closely had embodied flowers on it. A beautiful mixture of lace and satin flowers, only visible with close observation. But she knew they were there. A ballgown was the best choice when you were about to drop a baby as you already could be seen from outer space: pregnancy or no pregnancy! 

As she was putting the finishing touches on her outfit, styling it with her diamond necklace and earrings that Travis had gotten her for her birthday as well as some black gloves she had previously worn to the GRAMMY's in 2024 where she announced the Tortured Poets Department, she could hear Travis coming down the hallway and into the bedroom.

"Tay?" She heard him call out.

"I'm in here." She shouted as she sprayed a quick extra spray of perfume to be extra sure she didn't smell like sweat, sick or milk that had just started leaking out of her boobs earlier that week. Taylor had been hesitant about this but was reassured by google, Travis and her primary care doctor and OBGYN that all of this was perfectly normal about a month before giving birth. It still felt strange to her. 

"Wow." Travis' jaw dropped when he caught a glimpse of her from behind. She turned around, a smile in her face.

"You like?" Taylor asked slyly, knowing full well he very much liked it. She gave him a little twirl as she watched him walk over to her.

"I think I might have to skip the party and come straight home for dessert." He growled huskily into her ear, spinning her around into him, his hands coming to rest on top of her bump as they usually did. Taylor didn't know what Travis was going to do with himself when she was no longer pregnant and there wasn't a bump for him to constantly caress and put his hands on top of. 

Travis was looking even more handsome than usual, which Taylor didn't think was even possible. If she wasn't pregnant already, she would have been after tonight. She would fuck him so hard that he would make her so. He had on a tuxedo, a well fitting one. It wasn't about money, but about class and taste. An ill fitting suit always showed, but this was far from it. She watched him as he struggled with his cufflinks on his jacket.