You and Taylor had been married for a year when you decided to start a family. She was in the middle of The Eras Tour, so you were the one who offered to carry the baby. Now you were in a hotel room in Argentina—you had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a towel around your body and hair, packing your suitcases while Taylor was lying on the bed, surrounded by donor files.

Taylor:“Hey, babe… check this one out. Donor 1326: played basketball in high school, 6'3", blonde, green eyes, studied medicine, plays guitar, and has no family history of illness… sounds pretty good, right?”