enchanted || taylor swift

twenty four- roughly nine and a half times

sam walked across the room and enveloped her wife in a tight hug.
"i'm proud of you darling." she muttered, burying her head in her neck.
"i feel 200 pounds lighter. i just feel like a.. i just feel.. i've been feeling this way for months." taylor stammered, looking into the brunettes eyes. the actress nodded in understanding and sat nearby.

"perez hilton just posted, 'note how republicans are attacking taylor swifts intelligence instead of her ideas. they don't respect women enough to debate them.'" tree read.
"it's not not true." taylor deadpanned, making her team laugh.

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[oct 2018]

A COUPLE OF WEEKS LATER, it was time for the american music awards. sam and andrea were sat in the corner of taylor's dressing room as she prepared to go out on the red carpet. she had on a dress that sam kept describing as a 'squished disco ball', much to andrea's amusement. sam had decided to wear a dark green knee length dress that she'd found at the back of her wardrobe. she wouldn't be on the red carpet, to her relief, but she'd still in the event.

"you look gorgeous." taylor's assistants complimented, admiring her dress.
"thank you." taylor said, turning to andrea and sam.
"you look like a melted down disco ball." sam remarked, receiving an eye roll from taylor.
"i am... a pop tart wrapper." the blonde joked, making andrea laugh.
"i don't know why it's so funny but she really does look like a squished disco ball." sam muttered to andrea who patted the brunette on the shoulder.

"try this on that ear." an assistant said, passing taylor an earring.
"you know what? this is gonna sound really ridiculous, but i can't move past here." the blonde murmured, indicating to her shoulders. sam laughed loudly as she watched taylor's assistant put in her earrings.

the singer groaned slowly as she took a deep breath, "that's how this dress makes me feel."
"can you breathe?" an assistant asked.
"i can brea- i can. is it easy? no." taylor informed.

five minutes passed, and the group were making their way up to the red carpet. sam placed a kiss on taylor's cheek before they departed separate ways.

the show passed quickly and reputation won favourite pop/rock album. when taylor was announced as artist of the year, the feral screech that emerged from sams mouth was incredibly loud.

"ok, wow. um, alright. it's just been- i just, i just want to say to the fans, you have been so nice to me and fun and you're so funny and you're so cool and so loyal and i am so, like, it's not lost on me. i understand how lucky i am to have anyone that cares about me or my music and um, wow. okay, um. i just- every time that you have made me lucky enough to ever get to stand on a stage and have something really sparkly in my hands and say thank you, every single time this happens, it means something differently to me.

it means something different every time, it represents something different and this time i just want you to know it represents encouragement and motivation for me to be better, work harder and try to make you guys proud as much as i possibly can. and- so thank you for this incredible symbol of encouragement, thank you so much for this and i just wanted to make a mention of the fact that this award and every single award given out tonight were voted on by the people and you know what else is voted on by the people? the midterm elections on november sixth, get out there and vote, i love you guys."

"whoo!" sam cheered as taylor returned to their table with a wide grin. the rest of the night passed quickly, and the couple were quick to get to their room.

when the door shut, sam watched taylor jump around the room excitedly.
"that was amazing tay." sam grinned, standing up and moving closer to the woman.
"i know." taylor smiled, connecting their lips.

"um, i've been thinking-"
"uh oh, that's dangerous." the blonde joked.
"i'm gonna be serious for one conversation and then i'm back to myself, okay?" sam muttered, composing a straight face.
"oh, yeah. go on."
"uh, i think i'm ready to start trying for a baby again, if you'd like." the actress informed, "i mean, i have a break at work and most of the pain from, you know, has faded. i'm sure it'll linger in the back of my head but i just wanted to tell you that i'm ready when you are."

"really?" taylor questioned, "i was actually gonna ask you about it later on."
"you were?"
"yeah. i wanted to know how comfortable you were with the thought of trying now. i mean, we both have a bit of a reduced schedule for a bit. i think i'll release a new album around august so..." the blonde explained.
"do you- think we should try again then?" the brunette questioned.
"uh, yeah."
"so, we're gonna try?"
"hmm mm."
"okay." sam grinned, allowing taylor to hug her, "i can't wait."

IN NOVEMBER, when the midterm results were released and it was announced that marsha blackburn had won the tennessee seat, taylor was deflated. she had been confident that by speaking out, people would reflect on their views and vote for the good of the country.

sam didn't know what to feel. her emotions had been manic since they began trying again, something taylor took as a good sign amongst all the bad.

"i can't believe it, i can't believe it. i can't believe that she gets to be the first female senator in tennessee and she's- she's trump in a wig. she represents no female interests. she won by being a female applying to the kind of female males want us to be in a horrendous 1950s world." taylor fumed, sighing deeply.
"so for the next two years, we have to build on what started here." andrea observed, looking at taylor comfortingly.
"exactly. we can't give up now. it's just the start." sam agreed.
"i guess." the blonde sighed, still deep in thought.

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A DAY LATER, sam awoke in the early hours of the morning to an overwhelming feeling of sickness. as she sprinted to the bathroom and stuck her head in the toilet bowl, she felt a hand pull her hair back.
"you okay?" taylor questioned, her voice hoarse from sleep.
"yeah. i'm, uh, fine." sam murmured, washing her hands, "i think i have a bug or something."

taylor nodded before it clicked in her head.
"sammy."
"hm mm." sam hummed.
"how many times this week have you been sick?"
"uh, what day is it?" the actress questioned, quirking an eyebrow.
"thursday."
"roughly nine and a half times then."

"sam, have you taken a test yet?" the singer inquired, glancing to her wife.
"oh fuck, i completely forgot about that." sam remarked, "we should probably do that."
"yeah." the swift deadpanned as the brunette rolled her eyes and collected a test from the cupboard.

after sam took the test, she placed it on the toilet seat and waited with bated breath.
"tay, if it's positive, i wanna wait for a bit before we tell people. i'm still pretty worried about it happening again." she murmured slowly.
"yeah, yeah of course. i was gonna say that." taylor agreed, grabbing sams hand.

there they waited for precisely two minutes and thirty six seconds.

when the timer went off, they took a moment to breathe before taylor turned it over.
"holy fuck knuckles. that's a positive." she grinned.
"are you pulling my leg? because i will divorce you so hard." sam questioned, grabbing the stick and studying it. it was in fact, positive.
"wow." she said, dumbstruck.
"that's- just amazing. we're having a baby." taylor smiled, kissing sam deeply. the actress wrapped her arms around the blondes shoulder whilst continuing the kiss.
"that we are." she chuckled.

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