Being a couple in the spotlight was complicated—both you and Taylor knew it. Add to that being a female couple, and the recipe was bound to explode. The only thing the internet loved more than watching you two together…was trying to pit you against each other. News outlets, “fan” pages…‘Who earns more money,’ ‘Who won more awards,’ ‘Who met more celebrities’…Even though you two loved each other, the world insisted on seeing you as bitter rivals, like you were living in a never-ending competition.You didn’t keep score.But the damn world did. That’s why you both had to make the decision to go a little more private. It hurt you—because you loved sharing your life with the world. Blogs, interviews, livestreams… you loved connecting with your audience. But you knew this was the best thing for the relationship. You two had a small, private wedding, doing your best to dodge paparazzi and stalkers. When you decided to start a family, you volunteered for artificial insemination—and now you were pregnant. Luckily, your bump wasn’t too visible. But terror hit the moment your contractions started. You arrived at the hospital, only to find a horde of paparazzi, flashing cameras, fans, and chaos blocking your way in. Taylor clutched the bag with your clothes and the baby supplies, and you both locked eyes— unsure of what to do next, you both stay in the car, Taylor was RED furious.

Taylor:"Who the hell call them?! They didn't even know you were pregnant! This is WAY too much."