Eyes Open

<SFTC: Eyes Open by Taylor Swift>

Chapter 40

The sun was setting just into the horizon, which gave us the best view I think I've ever had. Between Tanner and the sunset, I couldnt have asked for a better situation to be in. We are currently floating on our surfboards, the for-once calm waters lapping at the tip of the boards. I had found a small, waterproof bag type floating thing that could hold our phones so we're actually taking pictures now. Only a few though, the majority of our time is talking, of course.

"This couldn't be better, you know? I'm with the girl of my dreams at the place of my dreams after the wedding of my dreams," Tanner releases a deep breath. He's actually breathtaking. Every single feature right now just drives my senses crazy. His usual gelled up hair is flat and stiff from swimming and it drying. Trickles of water trace down his chest, some racing quicker than the others. I try to focus on the scenery but how can I when Tanner is here?

"You're cheesy." I laugh.

"Correct. But I'm right, I mean, all this stuff that's happened to me in the past year has been straight out of my dreams. Like, how can a kid who works at a record store in LA end up with a gorgeous superstar of a girlfriend who happens to be the most genuine person I've ever met, and have all this great stuff happen to me. And here I am, sitting here in an island paradise, married, of all things. It's crazy, Alison, simply crazy."

"What's crazy is how life can take such drastic turns. A year ago I was wallowing in self-pity, trying to face each day because I really didn't want to continue. I was done. Worn-out, tired. And then I meet you and I have a purpose again." I say, a smile growing on my face.

He looks off to the distance where a pair of dolphins have been jumping for the past few minutes. "I don't think you'll understand what you've done for me, Alison. You've given me hope and this insane life that I couldn't love more."

"I guess we're eachothers reason." I say, following his gaze back to the dolphins.

"I guess we are, then." ••It's been a week and we haven't left the beachhouse. I honestly don't ever want to leave, everything just goes perfect here. The only thing that sucks is this weird thing going on with my stomach. I don't know what it is, even though I'm praying hard I'm not pregnant. It's not that I don't want to be a mom, I desperately want to, but I'm still finishing up my tour for album five in the next month. Either way though, I found some pregnancy tests in the bottom of my suitcase which I had from previous scares a long time ago.

The ten minutes are actually nerve racking. Tanner was outside tanning until lunch is ready so he shouldn't be in until I call him. It feels like everything's building up, like nerves run rampid.

"Hey T!" I shout, staring down at the little piece of plastic in my hand. Tanner runs in a second later, light blue shorts down just a little too far, revealing most of his v line.

"Is dinner ready? Everything okay?"

I cough and maintain to contain my composure. "Y-yeah, everything's great. Lunch is ready. And- oh, Tanner, by the way we're having a baby." I keep walking past him, unable to hide the smile after I pass him.

He stops in his tracks. "...A baby? You're pregnant? Oh my god, we're having a baby!" I turn to him and push myself into his arms as he spins me around.

I think in that moment we forget every single possibility that could go wrong was forgotten.

He presses his lips in to mine as he sets me back to the ground. "I love you, I love you so so much."