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Hi! You haven’t been here in a while so I wanted to ask if everything’s ok? I hope so 😌

Yes everything is fine but thank you so much for asking! I’m working on like two things I’m hoping to have something up by the end of this week but who knows!

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So does anyone have any requests? I’ve started at least 4 different options since I last posted and I don’t love any of them so if you have ideas lemme know

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Ahh I love your writing, I’m very excited to see what you come up with next :) do you know roughly when you’ll be posting your next piece of writing?

Possibly this weekend but also possibly a month for now I honestly just never know but probably closer to this weekend

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Hi 👋🏼 just wanted to tell you I love your writing

Thank you!

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hi omg i get that youre busy, but just know that we all love your writing and WOULD LOVE more of together we can do anything

So, here’s the deal I tried, I really did but I’m not sure there will be another part. But I’m working on a one shot where she’s pregnant but it’s  a very different situation. In a month or two I may revisit together we can do anything but we’ll just have to see

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just letting u know we need pt 3 of together we can do anything asap!! its amazing ksaczj,hca,djhcakshvakzchgsc

I work in retail and it’s obviously like our busiest time ever but I have a pretty short day today and so we’ll see what happens

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That ending got me really emotional but I loved it

Thank you!

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Please post part 3 to together we can do anything. I love it so much, it makes me all mushy

Mmmm maybe. I have some other things I wanna work on and a lot of them are kinda similar storylines (honestly I’m pregnant/mommy Taylor TRASH) but at some point there probably will be a part 3 I just can’t guarantee when it will be

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I love you’s

I kinda just threw this together at like 3 am last night. It might be crap, I don’t know but here it’s is

I promised myself I wouldn’t fall. I needed to figure out what I wanted my life to be before I let someone else in it. I clearly remembered that first night. My body pressed against the door latching it shut as his lips left sloppy kisses along my collar bone. He took a moment and brushed my slightly over grown bangs away from my eyes. “Bedroom?”  I bit the edge of my bottom lip “it’ll just be a bit of fun”I thought. I nodded my head and he pulled himself away from me allowing me to grab his hand and lead him up the strairs to the last door on the left. The rest of the night was spent tangled in sheets so consumed with the moment and with each other that we weren’t thinking about what would happen if someone caught him leaving the next morning or anything else for that matter. The next morning he was gone. I could’ve sworn it was a dream, but I was naked and his jacket was draped over the back of the chair in the corner for my room.

Up until joe I never thought I’d be the girl to have sex over and over again with the same guy without being in a relationship. In my mind there were hook ups and relationships and no where in between. What I didn’t know is that there comes a point where actually talking means a whole lot more then getting naked together. After a while getting naked together turned into “let’s get take out and watch something on Netflix”. It still resulted in our clothes scattered about the living room floor but it started to feel more personal when he would wait for me to wake up before escaping through the back door. Eventually our nights ran into days ran into nights and I felt uneasy sleeping anywhere but his arms.

I had planned on escaping for a while now. Getting away from the camera flashes and business calls. I rented a house in the British countryside not far from his parents and I was going to disappear for a while. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone, a year maybe two, hell maybe I’d never come back. I’d just be this echo of a name people thought they knew who disappeared out of no where in the middle of the night. Originally I was just going to lie low. Spend a lot of time in Rhode Island or Nashville or something but I needed to me near him.  I needed his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips pressed against the side of my head. I needed him go run his fingers through my hair. I needed him.  The plane landed with a jolt and I was informed that we were alone and that joe was waiting.

I pulled my backpack over my shoulders and stepped down the stairs. As soon as I hit steady ground I quickened my pace and threw myself into his arms. His eyes were bright and his smile was soft and he smelled like coffee and cinnamon.  Our relationship had yet to be defined by words like “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” and I liked that so I left the words “I love you” lingering at the tip of my tongue. “It’s good to see you.” I could feel his lips curl into a smile against my cheek as he responded. “You too.” I reluctantly let go as he turned to take my luggage from my security team. They would be staying in a condo a couple miles away  from the house I was renting. Far enough away to give me space but close enough to give me safety.

We drove into the British country side making occasional comments on various farm animals or pretty skies peeping through tree branches. I hadn’t seen the house yet but as soon as we pulled into the driveway I knew it was exactly where I needed to be.  “I know you you ordered some couches and stuff but I picked up a few things, just to make it seem a bit more like home.”  There were no house keepers to stock the pantary or interior decorators to place the furniture but joe had taken care of all of that.  My favorite shampoo was in the shower, there was cookie dough in the fridge, and fuzzy socks in the dresser.  “ I don’t think you know how much this means to me, really. Thank you.” He smiled and pushed my hair away from his face. “It was no trouble.  I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get everything, I wasn’t really sure what makeup products you used or what kind of food the cats liked but I guess they won’t be here for a couple weeks anyway"  “yeah we’re still figuring out customs with them but they’ll be here soon.”  He ran his hands through his hair and adjusted his sweater. “Well You must be exhausted, I’m going to let you get settled. Uh there’s a pretty good kebab shop just down the road maybe I could bring dinner by later?”  “Or maybe you could stay? I mean that’s just a lot of driving back and forth.” “No, it’s no problem, you’ve had a long night and you need to rest.”  “ no, I’m fine. It’s just-I missed you.” I bit my lip and leaned against the door to the linen closet. “Then I’ll stay.”

We fell asleep on the couch that night and he stayed. A week flew by and I started to let myself love him. It wasn’t until I found his tooth brush on my bathroom counter that I realized how scared I was. He pulled his tooth brush out of the little cup and stuffed it in his back pocket. “It’s ok I’ll take it back to my parents and it won’t be an issue anymore.” He truly didn’t get it. “No joe, it’s not about the fucking tooth brush. It’s about the fact that you don’t understand what you’re signing up for.” “Taylor I told you I’ve experienced paparazzi and-“ “it’s different when every day of your life becomes a photo shoot.” “And I don’t care. I love you. I love you like Christmas morning and picnics under starry nights and that is not something I’m going to give up for anything. Not for internet trolls or stalkers with fancy cameras,- or anything.” I sat down on the bed and tried to put senseless words together into sentences. “You don’t deserve this joe.” “Your right, I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve your laugh, or your smile. I don’t deserve the way your eyelids flutter in your sleep or the way your voice sounds when you first wake up. If there’s anything about this that I don’t deserve it’s you. I felt tears running down my cheeks and his arms wrap around my shoulders. I nuzzled my face into his chest and tried to breathe steadily. “I don’t know if that’s all true, but I love you.”  He kissed me and we just stayed there wrapped in each other’s arms as my tears fell down my cheek and onto his now very soggy shoulder.

The next morning I woke up with a large glass of water and a bottle of Advil on my bedside table. My eyes felt dry and heavy. The shower was on and the left side of the bed was empty. I dropped a couple pills into my mouth and chugged the glass of water. Joe came out of the bathroom dressed in grey sweat pants and a white tee shirt. “ hey, you’re awake.” He pressed his lips against mine for a second before sitting down to put on a pair of socks. “I love you.” The words left my lips softly, almost a whisper. Just loud enough for him to hear. “And I mean it this time. I meant it last night too but I was crying and emotional and I just need you to know that I meant it.” He smiled and dropped his other sock on the floor. He grabbed my face and looked into my eyes before I kissed him. He pulled away for a second and looked at me again. “I love you too.”.

I didn’t know it at the time but that was the first of many I love you’s. They continued to be said between shots of whisky and morning errands. After fights fought with Nerf guns, and ones fought with words. Through intimate moments in a candle lit living room, and busy streets at Christmas time. In the middle of marriage proposals and wedding vows. In hospital rooms filled with sadness, and ones filled with joy. Tonight he whispers them to another soul. One we created together through love and somehow this time in a brightly lit room full of doctors and nurses, it means the most.

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Together We Can Do Anything pt. 2

You know how when you’re counting down the days till Christmas or the hours until your best friend arrives time goes incredibly slowly yet when you have a meeting you don’t want to go to or a scary doctors appointment you blink and it’s time to leave? I was living in this weird in between. Time couldn’t go any slower when I was throwing my head of the toilet as joe ran into the bathroom after me but at the same time I felt like my body was a bit of a ticking time bomb. I wanted nothing more then for this to stay a secret  for as long as possible but at six weeks I was already starting to show. Just a tiny bit. Even joe wouldn’t be able to tell if I hadn’t pointed it out to him but it was enough to send my anxiety into overdrive. For now I could hide inside under baggy sweatshirts but Grammys were coming up and I had to go, by then I would be around 15 weeks. I had little hope of finding a dress that could properly conceal any signs of pregnancy. Like my week in Rhode Island our time in London flew by. We had planned to spend the trip meeting up with friends and having dinner with his family but the little love inside of me had other plans. For the first couple days i did my best to pretend it wasn’t happening and then it was all I could think about. I was terrified but joe seemed to have a solution to every earth shattering situation. We spent a lot of time talking and watching Christmas movies and cuddling and eventually he was able to work this baby into my heart. As soon as I let my self love this little one I started to feel pregnant. I was either puking, sleeping, or coming up with ways to not puke or fall asleep and there was little to no time for socialization. It was kind of unfair. I never really got the chance to celebrate and be happy. We postponed our cabin getaway until I felt a bit better. My first doctors appointment was in a few days so we decided to spend a few days in LA and then head to Rhode Island till Christmas.

The flight between London and LA was familiar and in some ways comforting. Joe was asleep next to me and I was doing my best to keep a bout of nausea under control. I pulled a ginger chew out of my sweatshirt pocket and took a few deep breathes. I closed my eyes, sat up, and continued to breathe deeply and tugging at my preassure point bands. The bands helped sometimes but mostly they just made me feel claustrophobic, regardless any chance of relief was worth it. Eventually my stomach calmed down and joe woke up. “Morning sleepy head” his hands stretched above his head and he took a deep breath. “Mornin” his speech was slurred and his eyes weren’t quite adjusted to the light yet. He pressed his lips against mine and brushed my bangs away from my eyes. “How’s our little one treating you today?” I couldn’t help but smile at the way he talked about our baby.  "Been better, been worse.“ He frowned sighed. ” well you know I’m gonna have to talk to him or her when they get here because making mummy sick is definitely against the rules.“ I rolled my eyes and giggled. ” you know it’s not his fault he need shitty hormones right now, it’s not like “yeah I’m gonna make her puke her guts out.” It’s just what happens.“ "He huh?” I had a feeling it was a boy, I didn’t really even let myself think about it too much. I had a lot more to worry about then if I would be dressing my baby in hair bows or bow ties but it was kind of just a matter of a fact thing for me. “I mean there’s no way of knowing I just feel like it might be a boy.”  

A couple days later I found myself sitting on an exam table in a paper gown waiting for the doctor. My blood preassure was on the higher side of normal but the nurse reassured me that nerves were likely to blame. I survived the blood draw and all that was left was actually talking to the doctor. Joe was reading through scripts on his phone and I was fiddling with my finger nails, a nasty habit I picked up in high school that I had been dresprate to drop. After a mineute joe put his phone away and reached for my hand. “It’s going to be okay love, you just have to relax.” The corners of my mouth curved into a small smile and his hand squeezed mine three times I love you. There was a knock on the door before it opened and a woman with shoulder length brown hair and kind eyes entered. “Hi, I’m doctor Jamison you must be Taylor.” I nodded and shook her hand before she turned to Joe. “And I assume you’re daddy?” He nodded and shook her  hand as well smiling at the word “daddy”. “So congratulations you are pregnant so you’re going to be spending a lot of time with me in the next few months. I do like to start every appointment by asking you how you’re feeling. So Taylor how are you doing?” I looked over at joe wishing I was 16 and he was my mom and he would answer for me but I’m a big girl and I had to speak for myself. “Um I’ve been pretty sick and tired.” “How often do you find yourself feeling unwell?” “I feel pretty nauseous almost all the time and I throw up on average like two-three times a day right now” I looked over at joe who was nodding his head in agreement. “ do you think you’re getting enough calories in a day to support a healthy pregnancy despite the nausea?”  "Um yeah Joe is pretty great at making sure I’m eating enough and I do feel better when I eat and drink enough.“ Joe chuckled and the doctor smiled at me. "I’m going to go ahead and start doing the examination but how are you feeling emotionally? I’m just going to press on your belly a little bit to try and measure your uterus.” Her hands were cold even over the thin blue paper gown and it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. “This wasn’t really a planned pregnancy so it’s taken me a bit to get used to the idea but I’m getting there.” “That’s really good. You should know that a lot of women feel that way and it’s completely normal. So Taylor I wanna go ahead and do an ultrasound. I obviously haven’t completed the examination but this seems like a very healthy pregnancy however I’m seeing some things that aren’t necessarily normal. Your HGC levels are bit higher then normal, your morning sickness seems quite intense, your uterus is measuring a bit larger then six and a half weeks and I just want to make sure we’re not missing anything. Everything could be normal, or you could be a couple weeks further a long then you think you are or you could have a condition called Hyperemesis Gravidarum , or extreme morning sickness and be measuring a bit bigger then normal  or a number of other things but I just want to make sure.” She did a Pap smear and asked a few more questions before getting the portable ultrasound machine ready. “Unfortunately you’re not quite far along enough for us to get a good view externally so we will have to go internally.” Joe moved his chair over to the side of the examination table so he could see the small screen he offered his hand and i gladly accepted it. After a few minutes a small flicker appeared on the screen. “So the little flicker there is the heart beat and the circle around it is the embryo itself and if we look just a little bit over, you can see there is another little flicker with another circle around it.” I took a minute to process the information and joe said exactly what I was thinking. “So there’s two? As in twins?” “Yes there are two, it does all look extremely healthy but there are a few more things we will have to look out for and you will be labeled as high risk but like I said everything looks normal for a twin pregnancy.” I wasn’t really sure how to respond. I had just gotten used to the idea of having one baby and now I was having two. She prescribed an anti nausea medication incase I changed my mind on avoiding medication and I went home and I cried in my bedroom. Not because I was angry or sad or upset but because I didn’t know what to feel. After about an hour joe came in a pulled me into his arms. “I’m happy I really am, I promise. I just don’t understand why life has to be so fucking hard sometimes.” He pulled away from me and wiped a tear away from my face. “I know this isn’t what we planned but we got used to the idea of one but we can definitely adjust our lives to fit around two.” “I know it’s just two means another kid I have to try not to fuck up and I’m going to show a lot faster and people are going to find out a lot sooner and I just-two babies is a lot ” “ first of all, you are going to be a fantastic mum, you have no idea how lucky these babies are. Second of all you are only concerned about people finding out because you’re afraid of what they’ll think and darling you have got to stop that. All that matters is what we think and I can tell you and I for one am incredibly excited. Two babies is a lot and it means a lot of shitty things. Were going to have twice the the sleepless nights and twice the dirty diapers and you’re going to be twice as uncomfortable and so many other things. At the same there will be twice the late night baby snuggles and twice and I love you’s and let’s be honest our babies are going to be fucking adorable and that’s gonna be multiplied by two.” I threw myself into his arms and laid my head on his shoulders. “I love you so much more then I ever thought was possible.” The next couple months were going to be hard, hell the next couple years were going to be hard. If anyone could do it, it was going to be us because together we could do anything.

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Hey are you going to be posting another part to “together we can do anything?” I love your writing!

I'm actually working on it now! Unfortunately at this point in my life I can't guarantee when I can get anything out. Right now work is really crazy and even if I'm only scheduled for 15 hours I usually work like 30 so yeah I chat really say when it will be out but I'm working on it when I have time and I really just want it to be the best it can be.

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@stumbleon-hometomycats you have no idea how much this means to me. I’ve been working on this for a while and I really struggled with that paragraph. I wanted to explain the simplicity she seems to have found in this relationship and I honestly felt I hadn’t done it justice so thank you 😘

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Together we can do anything.

I was spending the last week of November in Rhode Island where we had plans to celebrate Christmas with both our families. Joe and I would be heading to London for a couple weeks and come back to the states to celebrate my birthday. After my birthday we were escaping to a little cottage in the middle of the woods. It had been a crazy year and I wanted nothing more than time alone with him. We made time to see each other but we were both so busy, it would be nice to have nothing to do but be with each other. I wanted to make sure everything was ready for Christmas before we left for London so I left for Rhode Island a couple days after Thanksgiving. After I had a week to do all boring stuff and joe finished filming he would fly to Rhode Island and we’d have a few days to decorate the house before heading to London.

I spent a lot of my life dreaming about finding my Prince Charming but the thing is that love isn’t at all what I thought it would be. It’s so much better. It’s not about kissing in the rain and prancing through fields of daisies. It’s about the way he stops on his way out the door to say “I love you” when he’s running 15 minutes late. It’s about the way he strokes the side of my index finger when I’m nervous. It’s how no matter how many times I tell him I’ll be okay without him I still find one of his favorite tee shirts in my luggage. How he sends me flowers because it’s Tuesday. I had never found that in a guy before joe. They were always doing these grand gestures in attempts to impress me. I didn’t need to be impressed, I just needed to be loved. I had toured the world and broken countless records but nothing excited me more then the thoughts of spending the rest of my life with him.

It’s strange how the most life changing things seem to surprise you. The first day in Rhode Island I was making a list of groceries and other household items we would need to stock up on when it hit me.I was late. “Fuck” I muttered as I dropped the pen and paper and walked across the room to double check the calendar on my phone to verify that I was in fact late. For the next several hours I continued wandering around the house completing various tasks and attempting to push my worries away. So much of my life depends on things going as planned and when things get messed up it kind of sends me into a panic. Eventually I decided the only way to calm myself down was to take a test. I kept some in my toiletries kit “just in case”. I read through the instructions carefully, tore into the package, peed on the stick, and waited.

After two minutes of pacing the length of the bathroom the flashing hour glass disappeared and was replaced with the words “pregnant 3-4 weeks.”  I felt the pressure in my chest rising as I pushed myself against the wall and slid down it until I hit the floor. I propped my elbows up on my knees and stared at the test for a good 20 minutes trying to figure out how this happened. In the middle of October I got strep from a certain someone who was spending a lot of time on set with a lot of people weren’t getting enough sleep. I was put on antibiotics and reminded that antibiotics and birth control pills didn’t mix well. We were more carful then normal knowing our primary source of birth control was most likely ineffective. Then Halloween happened. We went to a Halloween party as Spider-Man and Mary Jane and we got very drunk and he did not look bad in that costume. I remembered aspects of the night but after the fifth shot of jolly rancher flavored vodka things were a bit fuzzy. We woke up naked together and stumbled into the kitchen to down an aspirin with a cup of coffee and that was that.

I wanted to call joe so he could tell me it was gonna be okay and we were going to going to figure it out because we could do anything. The thing is that calling him meant telling him over the phone before I really knew how to feel about it myself. It was bad enough that I would have to tell my future kid that they were completely unexpected and conceived because their mom thought their dad was hot in a spider man costume. I didn’t want to have to tell the story of calling their dad on the bathroom floor crying. At around 7 I pulled myself up from the floor, made a grilled cheese for dinner and surfed channels till I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and processed the events of the day before. First of all I decided to take another pregnancy test to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. When it came up positive I called my gynecologist in LA to make an appointment with an obstetrician in her office. I was still scared shitless but at the same time I knew it was going to work out and ignoring the issue wasn’t going to help anything. I spent a lot of time thinking and googling and planning and sleeping.

The week went by quicker then expected and before I knew it Joe was pulling me into his arms. We had only been apart a week but it was amazing how quickly I could forget how good it felt to be held by him.He smelled like home. I could of stayed in his arms forever but we had a lot to do and not very long to do it. “Why don’t you to put some comfy clothes on and I’ll make some hot chocolate or something. He kissed me one last time before heading upstairs. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him for very long but I had a plan and I was going to try and stick to it. By the end of the night the majority of the main living areas were decorated. Joe was fiddling with command hooks trying to get Patrick’s stocking to stay put. "Hey babe, are we missing one?”  He paused and counted the stockings before answering.“ No? Tom can’t come, so unless Austin is bringing his Girlfriend I think we have them all.” I paused and bit my lip thinking of my next move. “I’m sure we’re missing one, would you go look in box by the piano just to make sure?” After pulling out piles of tissue paper and plastic bags that the stockings came in he finally pulled out a stocking. “Tay all that’s here is the extra one you bought in case someone else decided to come.” He threw the stocking on the couch and took a sip of his hot chocolate"No, I had to return one because it had a hole in it remember? Look  at the top, it might be embroidered.“ He sighed but picked up the stocking again just to make me happy. "Taylor I’m sure we-” he stopped dead in his tracks. “Taylor what, what does this mean? Are you?” He said with a slight quiver in his voice. I smirked a bit. “ well what does it say?” “It says "baby Alwyn-Swift coming 2019” Taylor are you?“ I nodded and pulled him into me. "You’re going to be a daddy.” We were both crying and that’s when I knew it was going to be okay. “ I can’t believe I let you climb up that fucking ladder.” I giggled “I’m fine I promise.” There was a lot to be worried about. Joe was just starting to really make it, I was just starting to gain some privacy without completely hiding from the world, and the timing definitely wasn’t perfect. We weren’t doing it alone though. We had publicists who were trained to deal with this, friends who had done it before us, and family who loved and supported us. Most importantly we had each other, and together we could do anything.