Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

we'll find a way

Taylor's POV

"So?" Travis asked gently as he sat at the edge of the bath, and I shook my head, tears starting to cascade down my cheeks as I threw the negative pregnancy test into the bin. "Oh, sweetheart come here." Travis stood up and pulled me into a tight hug, holding me up.

"I really thought we had it this time." I mumbled through my tears, used to this crushing feeling of disappointment, but it still hurt.

"I know, I did too." Travis sounded like he was fighting tears, rubbing my back gently.

I knew how much he wanted this. God, I wanted a baby more than anything. We'd been trying for about a year now, and not a single pregnancy test had come back positive. After a while we'd started closely monitoring my cycle, taking pills that helped with conceiving, getting lots of exercise. Travis and I had done everything we possibly could, and there was still no baby.

"Travis?" I sniffed, looking up at him. "I think we should do those tests now."

"Only if you're ready sweetheart." Travis gently rubbed my tears away. "I know how scary it is for you."

"I think we have to." I whispered. "It's been over a year. We should check to see if anything's wrong and then maybe we could fix it."

Travis nodded, hugging me close again and burying his face in my neck. I knew he was scared of taking a fertility test just like I was, but he'd put that fear aside to make sure I was okay. Neither of us wanted to be the reason we couldn't have a baby, because I knew that if I found out I was the problem, I'd hate myself more than anything. I knew Travis would feel the same.

But it had been so long, and we both desperately wanted to be parents. We'd moved in together the second the Eras Tour had ended, got married six months later, and on our honeymoon we'd decided to start trying to have kids. But it had been too long. I didn't want to find out we weren't able to have a baby, but I was starting to think one of us had something wrong. Something that meant we couldn't.

So the next day, Travis and I sat in the nearby fertility clinic's waiting room, clutching each other's hands tightly. We hadn't spoken since we'd left the house, but I knew he was as scared as I was. I was barely holding onto tears, already preparing to hear the worst news.

"Mrs Kelce?" A nurse asked, and I looked up. "We're ready for you if you want to come through. And Mr Kelce yours will just be a few more minutes."

I nodded, and Travis got to his feet as I did. I turned to him, automatically shifting closer. Travis hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe, holding me for a long time. Eventually, I pulled back and met his gaze.

"If there's anything wrong, we'll work through it." My husband whispered.

"I know." I breathed. "I love you Travis."

"I love you too." Travis stroked my cheek once. "I'll see you soon."

I barely paid attention to the test, spending the whole time worrying about the results, what the bad results would mean. What if there was a problem with me? With Travis? Both of us? I knew I couldn't stand to use a sperm donor or have a surrogate since I desperately wanted to be the one to carry our baby, and I wanted it to be Travis' baby. I guess that just left us with adoption, which I knew wasn't something I would reject, but all I'd ever wanted was a baby that I'd made with someone I loved.

Once we'd finished our tests, Travis and I sat in the waiting room for almost two hours. We'd been given the option to wait a few days, but we'd just said we wanted the results as soon as possible, and we'd paid extra to have them done the same day. I just wanted to get it out of the way. Rip the damn band aid off already.