Pregnancy rumors were stoked after Taylor Swift was spotted at the US Open with her boyfriend.
On September 8, at the US Open, Travis Kelce, 34, and Taylor Swift, 34, looked fantastic. Rather than their obvious displays of love and joy, Taylor’s body type in the event dress went viral.
Taylor dressed in a bright costume to see the Men’s Singles Final between Jannik Sinner of Italy and Taylor Fritz of the United States. The “Sora Linen Dress” of the Reformation was checkered in red and white.
The tiny straps on this $248 dress, which can be worn on or off the shoulders, and the snug bodice complete the design. Taylor accessorized her dress with brown heels, light jewelry, and black sunglasses.
But Travis sported a light beige Gucci bucket hat, a matching cardigan with red and green Gucci stripes, and a white golf shirt. Brown loafers and white shorts completed his ensemble.
Video of Travis and Taylor was made public, and they were seen in pictures at the wedding with Brittany and Patrick Mahomes.
A video of Travis and Taylor walking hand in hand into the tournament and exploring was uploaded on X by US Open Tennis. “In the age of tennis.” The account posted a video along with the caption, “Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce arrive at the US Open.”
A video of the duo singing The Darkness’ “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” was also uploaded by the US Open. Singing from their viewing box, Taylor and Travis were having the best of their lives. “@taylorswift and @killatrav believe in love,” reads the US Open caption.
In a Latinus video, Taylor danced to a tune while Travis held onto her and bobbed his head.
In a different scenario from the same video, Brittany and Patrick were standing next to the singer and player who gave Travis a cheek kiss.
Internet users recognized Taylor’s belly after noticing images of Travis and Taylor during a tennis event. There were rumors that the “Lover” artist was expecting.
One Instagram user commented, “She looks pregnant,” while another questioned, “Is she pregnant?” Another person commented, “That GIRL is pregnant, lol.” Does Taylor Swift have a baby? A user on X commented, “She’s thin but has a slight belly.”
“When is Taylor Swift going to enthusiastically announce that Travis Kelce is pregnant with their child?” quipped a passerby. Some were ecstatic to see Taylor content, regardless of her pregnancy.
“Okay belly, either she’s full or pregnant either way I’m happy for her,” remarked one fan. Another admirer exclaimed, “Taylor looks so happy!” The sentiment was mirrored by someone else who said, “Okay, they’re officially too cute!” It’s too much joy to watch Taylor Swift fall in love.
Although Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce have not addressed the pregnancy rumors, followers still make assumptions and comments.
Days before she and Travis made their US Open debut, Taylor faced criticism for her outfit as well.
On September 5, Taylor supported Travis by dressing controversially during the Kansas City Chiefs vs. Baltimore Ravens game. She wore a scarlet pair of Giuseppe Zanotti boots, a Louis Vuitton purse, and a stunning Medusa ’95 Versace denim corset top when she arrived at Arrowhead Stadium.
Online images of Taylor at the game provoked heated debate. Using a pregnant emoji, one fan proposed getting pregnant. She’s growing hefty, they said.
One more said, “So tacky!” Will there be no fashion consultant for her? “One would think that with all her money, she could have had her stylist choose a better outfit,” remarked another.
Some found the negativity objectionable. One admirer remarked, “Such a cute outfit.” “Can’t believe some people say she “put on too much weight,”” exclaimed one supporter of her. She looks more human than a stick figure.
“Definitely find her more attractive with some extra meat on her bones,” was one comment made by fans in response to Taylor’s makeover. Never was fond of twig bod. The last praise was just, “She’s beautiful.”
Taylor seemed to have had a good time. She sat in Travis’ opulent suite with his parents, Ed and Donna Kelce, after they had entered the stadium.
Clearly at ease with one another, she and Ed engaged in lively conversation and laughter throughout the exciting NFL game.
In a subsequent video, Taylor stood and applauded, encouraging her partner from the sidelines.
In another Instagram picture, Taylor seemed totally absorbed in the game and was shouting loudly.
She celebrates in pictures with Travis’s father, displaying emotion. They fervently enjoyed the game and were Travis’s supporters.
Following the Chiefs’ victory over the Ravens, Travis and Taylor departed Arrowhead Stadium together.
As they walked hand in hand, the couple appeared content and in love. Taylor and Travis are in a public relationship, so their outings frequently go viral. For a variety of reasons, their date night photos became viral in July.
Perceptive observers conversed about the images’ physical attributes. Many have conjectured that Taylor, like her friend Brittany, might be expecting.
Taylor and Travis, a prominent Hollywood couple, were spotted out in London with pals. Their loved ones shared sweet pair images on July 16, which led some on social media to make assumptions about the couple.
According to Summitt Hogue and Brittany’s Instagram pictures, the “Blank Space” artist and tightrope runner from Kansas City is having fun with pals in Europe.
Summitt’s wife, Miranda Hogue, and Brittany’s husband, Patrick, the quarterback for Kansas City, also joined them.
The thrill of their trip was captured on Summitt’s Instagram carousel, which featured everything from trekking in nature reserves and on beaches with his wife and adorable daughters to taking a helicopter ride with Patrick.
In the fifth picture, Summit shared a lovely group shot that included Miranda, Brittany, Travis, Patrick, and Taylor. As the well-known pair moved in front of the other two pairs, Travis wrapped Taylor’s right arm around her shoulders and placed his hand beneath her breasts.
That evening, the vocalist of “Bad Blood” donned a light-blue dress by Vivienne Westwood. $1,010 is the price of the “Sunday gathered cotton midi dress.”
Taylor accessorized her Vivienne Westwood ensemble with a purple purse in the form of a heart. For $721.35 (€660), Taylor offers its “Josephine Heart Crossbody” in croc-embossed leather online. Her heels were block yellow.
Additional European travel adventures can be seen in Brittany’s carousel article. Brittany shared pictures of herself, her husband Patrick, and their adorable babies, Taylor and Travis.
In one stunning picture, Brittany and Taylor shared an embrace as their beaus posed behind them. Summitt was dressed the same way as Taylor.
Travis looked put together in a baseball cap and beige co-ord. Another picture included Taylor kissing Brittany’s head and the two of them hugging.
“What a time #Europe,” is how Summitt titled his photo, and Brittany responded, “London & Amsterdam, a time was had.” Regarding Travis and Taylor showing up in Brittany and Summitt’s Instagram pictures, some sent comments.
People on social media expressed unease about Travis touching his partner with his hand. “Swifties take a closer look at this guy,” a user wrote on Instagram. Whoa.
“Looks like she was trying to move his hand to her waist,” another person remarked. I think it’s hideous and disgusting.
Some people were critical of Taylor’s outfit. One witness questioned, “Why does Taylor’s wardrobe always look like something my grandmother would wear?” Another said, “Taylor needs to fire her stylist.”
Others looked at the couple photo where Travis put one hand on Brittany’s lower abdomen. Travis rubs his lower tummy and gestures to himself. What is meant by that? inquired on social media. “Travy get [Tay] preggers we need little besties for life,” remarked another.
A fan said, “Listen, you and Taylor are so cute!!!” in reference to pregnancy. I adore it, dear! Name my kid Goldie and give her to me. “Brittany & Taylor are both pregnant,” said another.
Although Brittany, a close friend of Taylor’s, has revealed that she will soon become a mother of three, Travis and Taylor have not confirmed their pregnancy.
I’m Raising My Twin Grandsons Alone After Their Mom Passed — One Day, a Woman Knocked on My Door with a Terrible Secret
A knock at the door was the last thing I expected that evening. But when a stranger handed me a letter from my late daughter, it unraveled a secret so profound it changed everything I thought I knew about my family.
I never thought my life would turn out this way. At 62, I imagined mornings filled with quiet coffee rituals, tending to my small garden, and maybe the occasional book club meeting with the ladies down the street.
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Instead, I wake up to the pitter-patter of tiny feet, the smell of spilled cereal, and Jack and Liam hollering about who gets the blue spoon. They’re five—sweet and chaotic all at once—and they’re my grandsons.
Their mother, my daughter Emily, passed away last year in a car accident. She was just thirty-four. Losing her felt like losing the air in my lungs. She wasn’t just my child; she was my best friend.
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The twin boys… they’re all I have left of her. Every time I look at them, I see Emily’s bright eyes and mischievous smile. It’s bittersweet, but it’s what keeps me going.
Life as their grandmother-slash-mom isn’t easy. The days are long, and the nights feel even longer when one of them has a nightmare or insists the closet monster moved.
“Grandma!” Liam wailed just last week. “Jack says I’m gonna get eaten first ’cause I’m smaller!”
I had to stifle a laugh as I reassured them that no monster would dare step foot in a house with me in charge.
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Still, some moments break me. Keeping up with their boundless energy, school projects, and endless questions, like why the sky is blue or why they can’t have ice cream for breakfast can be exhausting at times. Some nights, after they’ve finally fallen asleep, I sit on the couch with Emily’s photo and whisper, “Am I doing this right? Are they okay?”
But nothing, not the sleepless nights, not the tantrums, not even the crushing loneliness, could have prepared me for the knock on the door that evening.
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It was just after dinner. Jack and Liam were sprawled out in front of the TV, giggling at some cartoon I didn’t understand, while I folded their laundry in the dining room. When the doorbell rang, I froze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. My neighbor, Mrs. Cartwright, usually called before stopping by, and I hadn’t ordered anything online.
I opened the door cautiously. The woman standing there wasn’t familiar. She looked to be in her late thirties, her blond hair pulled back into a messy bun, her eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying for days.
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She clutched a small envelope in her hands, trembling as if it weighed more than it should.
“Are you Mrs. Harper?” she asked, her voice quiet and unsteady.
I tightened my grip on the doorframe. “Yes. Can I help you?”
She hesitated, glancing behind me at the sound of Jack squealing over a joke Liam told. “I… I’m Rachel. I need to talk to you. It’s about Emily.”
My heart stopped. Nobody talked about Emily anymore, not without treading carefully, like they were afraid I might shatter.
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And yet here was this stranger, saying her name like a bomb she couldn’t hold any longer. I felt my throat tighten. “What about Emily?”
“It’s not something I can explain here.” Her voice cracked. “Please… may I come in?”
Every instinct screamed at me to shut the door. But there was something in her eyes—desperation mixed with fear—that made me reconsider. Against my better judgment, I stepped aside. “Alright. Come in.”
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Rachel followed me into the living room. The boys barely glanced her way, too engrossed in their cartoon. I gestured for her to sit, but she remained standing, clutching that envelope like it might explode.
Finally, she thrust the envelope toward me. “Give me the boys! You don’t know the truth about them.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, utterly baffled by her audacity and the strange demand.
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Rachel hesitated, clearly sensing my unease. Her hands trembled as she took a deep breath. “Emily told me to give you this if something ever happened to her. I didn’t know where to find you, and I wasn’t ready. But you need to read it.”
I stared at the envelope, my hands trembling as I took it. My name was written on the front in Emily’s handwriting. Tears blurred my vision. “What is this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Rachel’s face crumpled. “It’s the truth. About the boys. About… everything.”
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“What truth?” My voice rose. The boys stirred at my tone, and I quickly lowered it. “What are you talking about?”
She stepped back like she’d said too much already. “Just read the letter. Please.”
With shaking fingers, I slid the envelope open. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. My breath caught in my throat as I unfolded it, bracing myself for whatever was about to come next.
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Dear Mom,
If you’re reading this, it means I’m not there to explain things myself, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you with unanswered questions, which is why you need to read this letter till the very end.
There’s something I need you to know. Jack and Liam… they aren’t Daniel’s sons. I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it would hurt you, but the truth is, they’re Rachel’s.
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Rachel and I had Jack and Liam through IVF. I loved her, Mom. I know it’s not what you expected from me, but she made me happy in ways I never thought possible. When Daniel left, I didn’t need him—I had her.
But things got complicated. Recently, Rachel and I weren’t on the best terms, but she deserves to be in our boys’ lives. And they deserve to know her.
Please don’t hate me for keeping this from you. I was scared of how you’d react. But I know you’ll do what’s best for them. You always do.
– Love, Emily
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The letter was heavy in my hands as though the weight of Emily’s truth had seeped into the paper itself. Emily’s secret life unraveled before my eyes in her neat handwriting, each word cutting deeper than the last.
Rachel sat quietly across from me, her face pale and drawn. “I loved her,” she said softly, breaking the silence. “We even fought before her accident. She didn’t think I’d step up as a parent. She was afraid I’d disappear if things got too hard.”
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I shook my head, still struggling to process what she was saying. “Emily told me Daniel left because he didn’t want the responsibility of children. That he just… walked away.”
Rachel’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s true, in a way. Daniel never wanted to be a father. And Emily… all she wanted was to be a mom. It wasn’t easy for her—she struggled to make that dream come true. But Daniel couldn’t understand that. He couldn’t understand her.“
I stared at her, my chest tightening. “What do you mean? He didn’t leave because of them?”
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“No,” Rachel said, her voice thick with emotion. “Emily told him everything after the boys were born. She explained that they weren’t his. That they were mine. She even told him about us—about our relationship.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “And he just… disappeared?”
Rachel nodded. “She said he was hurt but not angry. He told her he couldn’t stay and pretend to be their father, not when they weren’t his. Not when she didn’t love him.”
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My throat felt dry. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
“Because she was afraid,” Rachel said. “She thought you’d never accept it. She thought she’d lose you. She didn’t leave me because she stopped loving me. She left because she loved you more.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Emily had carried all of this—her love for Rachel, her fears about her family, her struggles with Daniel—without saying a word to me. And now she was gone, leaving Rachel and me to pick up the pieces.
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I wiped my eyes, my voice sharp. “And you think you can just walk in here and take them? After all this time?”
Rachel flinched but didn’t back down. “Why can’t I?” I’m their mom, and I have every right to be a part of their lives. Besides, Emily wanted me to be here. She left me that letter because she trusted me.”
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My mind was a storm of emotions: grief, anger, confusion, love. That night, I couldn’t sleep.
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The boys’ peaceful faces reminded me of how fragile their world was, and I knew I had to tread carefully.
The next morning, I invited Rachel back. The boys were eating breakfast when she arrived, their chatter filling the kitchen. Rachel stood awkwardly in the doorway, clutching a bag of storybooks.
“Boys,” I said, kneeling to their level. “This is Rachel. She was a very close friend of your mommy’s. She’s going to spend some time with us. Is that okay?”
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Jack frowned, his little face scrunching up. “Like a babysitter?”
Rachel knelt beside me, her voice steady. “Not quite. I was friends with your mommy when we were in college. I’d like to get to know you. Maybe we can read some of these books together?”
Liam peeked into her bag. “Do you have dinosaur books?”
Rachel smiled. “A whole stack.”
Over the next few weeks, Rachel became a regular presence in our home. At first, I watched her like a hawk, wary of her intentions. But the boys took to her quickly, especially Liam, who adored her silly voices during story time.
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Slowly, I began to see her love for them; not just as someone trying to fulfill a promise to Emily, but as their mother.
One evening, as we washed dishes together, Rachel broke the silence. “Emily was scared,” she said. “She thought I wasn’t ready to be a parent. And, at the time, she wasn’t wrong. I worked all the time. I thought providing for her and the boys was enough, but she needed me to be present. I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”
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I glanced at her, the vulnerability in her voice catching me off guard. “And now?”
“Now, I understand what she was trying to tell me,” Rachel said, her voice breaking. “I know I can’t make up for the time I missed, but I want to try.”
It wasn’t easy. There were moments when the tension between us boiled over, when I felt like she was intruding, or when she doubted herself. But the boys were thriving, and I couldn’t deny the joy Rachel brought into their lives. Slowly, we found a rhythm.
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One afternoon, as we sat on the porch watching Jack and Liam play, Rachel turned to me. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you,” she said. “For keeping secrets. For not stepping up sooner.”
I nodded, my voice soft. “It’s okay, Rachel. I know Emily kept a lot of secrets. But I don’t think she meant to hurt us. She just… she was scared.”
Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. “She wasn’t ashamed of me, you know. She was afraid of how the world would treat us. Of how her family would treat us.”
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I reached out, squeezing her hand. “I didn’t know. I didn’t realize how much she was carrying.”
“She loved you,” Rachel whispered. “She talked about you all the time. She wanted to make you proud.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the boys. They were laughing, their faces so full of joy it almost hurt to look at them. “She did. Every day.”
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In time, Rachel became “Mama Rachel” to Jack and Liam. She didn’t replace Emily or me; she simply became an addition to our little family. Together, we honored Emily’s memory, raising the boys in a home filled with love and acceptance.
One evening, as we watched the sunset, Rachel turned to me and said, “Thank you for letting me be here. I know this isn’t easy for you.”
“It’s not,” I admitted. “But Emily wanted this. And… I can see how much you love them.”
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“I do,” she whispered. “But I also see how much they love you. You’re their rock, Mrs. Harper. I don’t want to take that away.”
“You’re not, Rachel I can see that now.”
“Emily would be so proud of you, Mrs. Harper. Of how you’ve handled all of this.”
I smiled, the tears falling freely now. “She’d be proud of both of us.”
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As Jack and Liam ran toward us, their laughter ringing out like music, I knew we were doing exactly what Emily would have wanted—building a life filled with love, warmth, and second chances.
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