Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

The doctor's words echoed in my ears: "It's a girl!" Joy washed over me as Gracie cheered, "We're having a baby girl!" She kissed me deeply, making my heart race. But when she pulled away, her mood changed.

"I—I mean... you're having a baby girl," she said softly, her excitement fading.

Confused, I gently touched her cheek. "No, Gracie. I want you to be part of her life," I reassured her, my heart full of love for both of them.

After the appointment, we celebrated with ice cream at a small café, laughing and enjoying the moment. Walking through a nearby mall felt like a dream—until we found the perfect jumper with the words,

"It's me, I'm the baby girl, it's me." Holding it up, I smiled. "Mom's going to love this."
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At eight months pregnant, everything felt heavier—my body, my emotions, the weight of the journey ahead. Through it all, my mom had been my rock, steady and unwavering. 

"Come here, honey," she said softly, her voice like a warm hug. 

I waddled over, already knowing what was coming. Every day, without fail, she would lift my belly to relieve the strain, her hands gentle yet strong, filled with nothing but love. 

As she slid her hands beneath my bump and lifted, a deep sigh of relief escaped me. "That feels amazing," I murmured, leaning into her. 

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I'll hold you up as long as you need, sweetheart," she whispered, her thumbs drawing soothing circles over my stretched skin. "Both of you." 

Tears pricked my eyes—not from pain or fear, but from overwhelming gratitude. She had been there every step of the way, never letting me feel alone. Wrapped in her embrace, I felt safe, cherished. 

"You're too good to me," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. 

"Not possible," she murmured. "You'll always be my baby, and now you’re about to have your own." 

And then—it happened. 

A sudden, warm gush of fluid spilled down my legs, soaking my pajama pants, splashing onto the hardwood floor beneath us. I gasped, eyes wide with shock, my breath hitching in my throat. 

"M-Mom," I choked out, panic rising fast. 

For a moment, neither of us moved. Then her grip on me tightened, her voice instantly calm and steady. "It's okay, baby. It’s just your water breaking." 

But I wasn’t okay. My hands trembled as I clutched her arms, my breath coming too fast. "Mom, I—I'm not ready, I c-can't do this—" 

"Yes, you can," she soothed, already rubbing slow circles on my back. "Breathe with me, sweetheart. In… and out. That’s it, slow and steady." 

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I gripped onto her, my whole body shaking. "I’m scared," I admitted in a broken whisper. 

She cupped my face, her eyes filled with nothing but love. "I know, baby. But you’re not alone. I'm right here. We’re going to do this together." 

With her forehead pressed to mine, her hands holding me up just as she always had, the panic inside me slowly ebbed. My breaths evened out, my heart no longer racing. 

"You’ve got this," she promised. "And I’ve got you." 

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On the way to the hospital, my heart pounded, my breaths coming in uneven gasps. My mom held my hand tightly, her steady presence grounding me. Through the haze of contractions, I managed to fumble for my phone, dialing Gracie and Travis.