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2 weeks since the Super Bowl win and it was time for the Grammy's, Taylor had been stressing about them all week, not only was the tortured poets department nominated for quite a few but it was her first and most likely last red carpet event whilst being pregnant. Now being 25 weeks pregnant, she was even more self conscious, she was growing to love her bump, being able to feel the baby squirming around inside her more and more everyday, but she was hating the scrutiny of other people. She feared people would say her bump was too big or her bump was too small and unhealthy or that she'd gain too much weight elsewhere than just her stomach, that her face didn't have the pregnancy glow that everyone else did. However, she knew whatever she did, someone would have something to say, to judge or to criticise, and unfortunately that was something she'd just had to become accustomed to over the years.

" you're going to kill it out there tonight, baby, I've seen your outfit, you're going to look smoking hot " Travis grinned, speaking to Taylor with a string of reassurance behind his voice. Taylor had articulated how nervous she was feeling about it, even more so that she was going alone and without Travis.

" I don't wanna look like a whale " she frowned, conscious of how the outfit might cling to the wrong parts of her body and accentuate where she'd inevitably gained a little bit of weight.

" are you kidding me? Tay, you're pregnant, not fat, you definitely do not look like a whale, anything but " Travis furrowed his eyebrows, not liking how she was putting herself down.

" I'm most nervous, I've done this so many times before, but not pregnant " she admitted.

" baby, nothings going to change, you're still you, you still make amazing music and you still show up to these things because you care, carrying our baby isn't going to change who you are " he tried to reassure her and Taylor hesitantly nodded in agreement seeing that Travis had a point.

A few hours later, Tree, Lorrie, Joseph and Jemma all arrived to help Taylor get herself ready. They'd done fitting and styling and few weeks prior and were all happy with the finalised look. Tree ran through how the night was going to go – baring any unpredictable events and Taylor was feeling slightly more prepared after a discussion with Tree. At around 4pm she was ready and set to go, her body clad in a lilac dress, slim fitting at the top with fanned put down her legs, sequins embroidering the edged. She wore silver heels and her hair was pinned back in a elegant twist, with a few natural and stray pieces framing her face.

" you look fabulous Tay! " Tree grinned, as Taylor stood before her.

" thanks Tree, I'm still nervous, but not as bad as before " Taylor replied with a small smile, wrapping her arms around her belly.

" oh my...wow " Travis practically drooled as he entered Taylor's dressing room, catching a first glimpse of her look.

" a picture would last longer, Kelce " Taylor joked, coming over and pecking his cheek, cautious of her freshly done make up.

" you're drop dead gorgeous baby, you look absolutely amazing " he carried in to compliment, making Taylor blush, her cheeks turning a scarlett shade. " and little one is making their red carpet debut, alright nah " he chuckled, his hand cradling her bump.

" mhm, they're excited, I think " Taylor commented, moving Travis' hand to feel where the baby was moving quite frequently.

Travis' grin only grinned at feeling, as he placed a gentle kiss on the curve of Taylor's stomach, making her audibly giggle. Travis hated that he wasn't able to join Taylor either, the Grammy's were quite strict on who you brung with you. With a lengthy good bye and a bid of good luck from him, Taylor was on her way to the event, Tree and Lorrie with her, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach, the nervous jitters that weren't really subsiding at all but she kept telling herself that it was okay and that everything was going to be fine. When she stepped out of her car onto the red carpet, it erupted into screams, flashes and bursts of light from every direction and Taylor did what she knew best, smiling and posing for all of them, ignoring the patronising instructions from each and every photographer telling her where to look or how to pose. For most pictures, she cradled her bump delicately, wanting to protect it at all costs.