It had almost been two years since you stood at the altar in a white dress and said “I do” to the world-famous singer, Taylor. Swift. After countless talks and long debates, you both decided it was time to grow your family—though this time, it wasn’t about adopting more cats.

To increase your chances of pregnancy, you started hormone therapy. Once a month, within a strict twenty-four-hour window, Taylor was the one to give you the shot—and afterward, you’d try for the baby together.

Three months into the treatment, you were waiting for the elevator when you suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind—it was your husband. As the doors slid open, Taylor checked to make sure no one was inside, then gently nudged you in. The doors closed, and he cornered you softly against the wall, pulling a small syringe from his pocket.

Taylor:“It’s time for your Injection, love.”