Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

There will be a part 3 sweethearts
Trying to finish it today or should I continue writing my other book? Iam sick so I have a lot of time
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I was four months pregnant now. Gracie had moved in with us, but since she was currently in Europe for her tour, it was just me and Mom most of the time. Sometimes, Travis was around too, like tonight. 

He was in the kitchen, cooking something for me and Taylor, while I lay on the couch, my back pressed against Mom’s front. Her chin rested on my shoulder, and I leaned into her warmth, feeling comforted just by her presence. 

Her hand brushed gently over my stomach, lingering there for a moment. I felt her smile against my skin before she spoke. 

"Do you want a massage?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing light patterns over my belly. 

I shook my head. "You’re already doing enough, Mom. You don’t have to." 

She scoffed, her grip on me tightening slightly. "That’s not how this works. You’re carrying my grandbaby—I want to take care of you." 

"Mom—" 

"Shh," she hushed me playfully, already shifting so I was lying more comfortably. "Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?" 

Before I could protest again, her hands moved to my lower back, pressing gently but firmly. I hadn’t realized how sore I was until her thumbs dug into just the right spot, making me let out a soft sigh. 

"There we go," she murmured, her voice full of warmth. She worked slowly, kneading out the tension along my spine, her touch both strong and careful. When she reached a particularly tight spot, she focused there, using just the right amount of pressure. 

"You’re so tense," she said, her fingers working expertly to ease the stiffness. "You need to let me do this more often." 

I hummed, too relaxed to argue. She chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before moving her hands lower, massaging the small of my back in slow, soothing circles. 

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" she teased, and I could hear the satisfaction in her voice. 

I let out another content sigh, my body melting into her touch. "Yeah… it does." 

"That’s what I thought," she said smugly, continuing to massage me with the kind of love and care only a mother could give.

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Another month had passed, and my stomach had grown even bigger. The extra weight was making my back ache constantly, but at least there was some good news—Gracie was finally coming back home today. 

I was sitting in Mom’s studio, watching as she recorded a song. Her voice filled the space, effortlessly beautiful as always. Travis sat beside me, helping me pick out a few things for the baby, occasionally suggesting something completely over-the-top just to make me roll my eyes and laugh. 

"Sweetheart, can I talk to the baby?" Mom’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see her smiling at me, eyes full of warmth. 

I nodded, and she moved beside me, gently lifting my shirt. Her hands rested softly against my belly as she leaned in. 

"Hi, my little love," she murmured. "I can’t wait to meet you. You have the best mom in the world, and we all love you so much already." She pressed a gentle kiss to my belly, rubbing soothing circles over my skin. "I promise I’ll always be here for you, no matter what." 

I felt my chest tighten with emotion, but before I could say anything, Mom looked at me with that thoughtful expression she always had when she was up to something.