Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

snapping at her while pregnant (requested)

"Good morning my babies!" Taylor cheered when she saw you coming downstairs, your bump protruding from beneath your shirt that raised when you stretched your arms out over your head.

Taylor is as cheerful as can be these days. She's feeling extra excited now that she can see you progressing further along. You usually love her cheerfulness; it keeps you feeling sane and helps you see the good in the sometimes unpleasant parts of the situation.

But today you're just not feeling it. You're grumpy, tired, feeling sick, and you just wanna grab your water and go back to bed. "How are you feeling this morning?" She asked, smiling. "Fine." You grumbled as you opened the fridge, grabbing the pitcher of water. "No, no. That's heavy. Let me get it for you, darling!"

She carefully took it out of your hands and you bit your tongue, trying to ignore your frustration. "Are you hungry? Do you need anything to eat?" You shook your head. "I'm fine." You swallowed a few sips of the water, wanting nothing more than to go back up to bed. "Are you sure? I know you're not feeling great, I'd be happy to get you anything that you need."

"I'm really not in the mood for this." You grabbed the glass and tried to go upstairs to lie back down, but Taylor followed you feeling confused and worried. "What do you mean? Are you feeling okay?"

She watched you put the glass down on the table when you reached the bedroom. She watched you roll your eyes at her and she couldn't deny the sting that went through her heart. "D-Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes! Yes, Taylor, you have! You're constantly breathing down my neck, watching my every move. You keep asking me question after question when I feel sick and tired and just want some space, which you won't give me!"

She looked down at her bare feet, swallowing thickly as tears blurred her eyes. She nodded weakly. "I'm sorry. It's just that you're doing all the work here; you're the one carrying our baby, the one that has to go through feeling so sick. You're doing so much for our baby, for us. I just wanna be there for you. I wanna help you, however I can. I just want you to know that I care about you and that I love you."

You felt so guilty watching as she spoke delicately, having to swallow the lump in her throat more than once. She had a tear rolling down her cheek as she finished talking. You felt terrible because you know she's just trying to help you and do her part in this journey, and you made her feel bad for doing that.

You sighed and went over to her. You put your arms around her and hugged her close to you. Well, as close as you could with your growing bump. "I'm sorry." You mumbled as Taylor wrapped her arms around you gently. "That was so out of line. I shouldn't have said any of it. I love you, Tay. I know you're only doing this because you care about us and want to make sure we're safe. You know how thankful I am for you being with me through this. There's no way I could ever do it without you."

She smiled and kissed the top of your head. "I would never let you do it without me. I'm sorry if I'm being too protective or if it feels like I'm pushing your buttons at times. I just care about you, both of you. I wanna do as much as I can to help you, in any way that I possibly can."

You nodded and kissed her collarbone. "I know and I'm so thankful." You lifted your head up and looked at her, finding the look of adoration in her eyes that she holds for you. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, it won't happen again."

"Oh, I'm sure that it will." She teased, laughing when you playfully hit her arm. "But it's alright. I'll love you just the same. I'll still be here for you and I'll still admire you as much as I do now. I couldn't imagine doing what you're doing for us, for our baby. No matter what happens in these next few months, I'll still think you're absolutely amazing."

You grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. "I love you. Our baby is gonna be so lucky to have you." Taylor pecked you're lips a couple of times before kneeling in front of you. "I love you both to the moon and back."