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.
My MIL Changed the Locks and Kicked Me and My Kids Out After My Husband Died — That Was Her Biggest Mistake
Losing my husband shattered me. But two days after his funeral, my mother-in-law made it worse. She kicked me and my kids out, changed the locks, and left us homeless. She thought she won, but she had no idea she was making the biggest mistake of her life.
When I married Ryan two years ago, I wasn’t naive about his mother. Margaret never bothered hiding her disdain for me, her eyes always narrowing slightly whenever I entered a room, as if I brought in a bad smell along with me.
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“She’ll come around, Cat,” Ryan would say, squeezing my hand under the dinner table as his mother pointedly asked him, and only him, about his day.
But she never did come around. Not to me, and certainly not to Emma (5) and Liam (7), my children from my previous marriage.
One Sunday dinner at her house, I overheard her talking to her friend in the kitchen.
“The children aren’t even his,” she whispered, unaware I was approaching with empty plates. “She trapped him with her ready-made family. Classic gold-digger move.”
I froze in the hallway, plates trembling in my hands.
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That night, I confronted Ryan, tears streaming down my face. “Your mother thinks I married you for money. She doesn’t even see Emma and Liam as your family.”
Ryan’s jaw tightened, a muscle working in his cheek. “I’ll talk to her. I promise this stops now.”
He pulled me close, his heartbeat steady against my ear. “You and those kids are my world, Cat. Nothing and no one will come between us. Not even my mother.”
Ryan was true to his word. He bought us a beautiful home in a neighborhood with good schools and tree-lined streets, far enough from Margaret that we didn’t have to see her unless we wanted to.
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Emma and Liam bloomed under Ryan’s care. He never tried to replace their biological father, who had walked out when Liam was still in diapers. Instead, he created his own relationship with them, built on pillow forts, Saturday morning pancakes, and bedtime stories.
“You’re doing the tucking in tonight,” I said, leaning against the doorframe of Emma’s room, watching as Ryan carefully arranged her stuffed animals around her.
“Mr. Whiskers always goes on the left,” Emma instructed seriously.
“Of course,” Ryan nodded with equal seriousness. “He’s the guardian of the left side of the bed. Very important position.”
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Later, after both kids were asleep, Ryan joined me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“I talked to Mom today,” he said quietly.
I tensed. “And?”
“I told her she either respects my family — all of my family — or she doesn’t see me at all.” His voice was firm but sad. “I think she got the message.”
I rested my head on his shoulder. “I hate that you had to do that.”
“I didn’t have to,” he corrected me. “I chose to. There’s a difference.”
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For a while, Margaret kept her distance. She sent birthday cards to the kids, showed up at Christmas with awkwardly chosen gifts, and managed to be civil to me. It wasn’t warm, but it was tolerable.
Then came the phone call that shattered EVERYTHING.
I was chopping vegetables for dinner when my phone rang. The kids were doing homework at the kitchen table, arguing good-naturedly about who had more math problems.
“Is this Ms. Catherine?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
“Yes.”
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“I’m calling from the hospital downtown. Your husband has been in an accident.”
The knife clattered to the counter. “What kind of accident?”
The pause lasted an eternity. “A car crash. It’s serious, ma’am. You should come right away.”
I don’t remember the drive to the hospital. I don’t remember calling my neighbor to watch the kids. I only remember the doctor’s face as he approached me in the waiting room, and how I knew before he even opened his mouth.
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“I’m very sorry. We did everything we could,” he said.
My heart felt like it was going to stop beating. Ryan was gone. The only man who had ever truly loved me and loved my children as his own… was gone.
“Can I see him?” My voice sounded far away, like it belonged to someone else.
The doctor nodded, leading me down a hallway that seemed to stretch forever.
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Ryan looked peaceful, almost like he was sleeping, except for the stillness. No rise and fall of his chest. No fluttering eyelids. Just stillness.
I touched his hand. It was cold.
“You promised,” I whispered, tears falling onto our joined hands. “You promised you wouldn’t leave us.”
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The funeral was a blur of black clothes and murmured condolences. Margaret sat in the front row, opposite me and the kids. She didn’t cry. When people approached her, she accepted their hugs with rigid dignity.
Emma clung to my hand, her small fingers squeezing mine whenever a new person approached us. Liam stood straight-backed beside me, trying so hard to be the man of the house already.
After the service, Margaret approached us. Her eyes were red-rimmed but dry, her posture rigid.
“This is your fault,” she said without preamble, her voice low but sharp enough to cut.
I stared at her, not comprehending. “Excuse me?”
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“My son is dead because of you. If he hadn’t been rushing home to you and those children, he’d still be alive.”
I froze. The police said Ryan’s accident happened on a stretch of highway nowhere near our house.
“We are his family,” I snapped, my voice trembling as I gestured to the kids. “And he loved us.”
Margaret’s lips thinned. “You trapped him. You know it, and I know it.”
Before I could respond, she walked away, leaving me standing there with my mouth open, her accusation hanging in the air between us like poison.
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“Mom?” Liam tugged at my sleeve. “What did Grandma Margaret mean? Was it our fault Daddy died?”
I knelt down quickly, taking his small face in my hands. “No, sweetheart. Absolutely not. What happened to Daddy was a terrible accident, and it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Grandma Margaret is just very sad and saying things she doesn’t mean.”
I forced a smile, though my heart was breaking all over again. “Let’s go home.”
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Two days after the funeral, I took the kids to get ice cream, hoping the small treat might bring a moment of normalcy to our grief-stricken routine. When we returned, I nearly crashed the car in shock.
Our belongings were piled on the curb in black trash bags, like discarded garbage awaiting collection. Emma’s favorite blanket was spilling out of one bag, its pink edge fluttering in the breeze.
“Mom?” her voice trembled. “Why is my blankie outside?”
I parked haphazardly and rushed to the front door. My key didn’t work. The lock had been changed.
I knocked, then pounded my fist against the wood. “Hello? Hello!”
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The door swung open, revealing Margaret in her crisp linen pantsuit, looking for all the world like she belonged there.
“Oh, you’re back,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “I thought you’d take the hint. This house belongs to me now. You and your little brats need to find somewhere else to go.”
I felt my body go cold, then hot with rage. “Margaret, this is my home.”
She scoffed. “It was my son’s house. And now that he’s gone, you have no right to it.”
Emma began to cry behind me. Liam moved closer, his small body positioned protectively in front of his sister.
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“You can’t do this,” I said, my voice shaking. “This is illegal. This is our home.”
“Sue me,” Margaret replied with a cold smile. “Oh wait, you can’t afford to, can you? Not without my son’s money.”
She stepped back and began closing the door. “I’ve changed the locks, as you’ve noticed. Don’t come back.”
The door closed in my face. Behind me, Emma’s cries grew louder.
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“Where are we going to sleep?” Liam asked, his voice small but trying hard to be brave.
I turned to my children, their faces pale with confusion and fear. “We’ll figure it out,” I promised, though I had no idea how.
That night, we slept in my car, parked in a lot. I reclined the front seat as far as it would go. The kids curled together in the back, covered with the few blankets I grabbed from the bags on the curb.
“It’ll be like camping,” I told them with forced cheerfulness.
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Emma fell asleep quickly, exhausted from crying. But Liam stayed awake, his eyes reflecting the parking lot lights.
“Dad wouldn’t let this happen,” he whispered.
I reached back to squeeze his hand. “You’re right. And neither will I.”
The next morning, I dropped the kids at school, assuring them I’d have everything figured out by pickup time. Then I sat in my car and broke down completely.
When I could breathe again, I called Ryan’s lawyer, Robert. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the phone.
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“Catherine,” he answered warmly. “I was going to call you next week. How are you holding up?”
“Not well. Margaret changed the locks on our house. She threw our stuff out. We slept in my car last night.”
There was a pause, then: “She did WHAT?”
I repeated myself, tears threatening again.
“That’s illegal,” Robert said, his voice hardening. “Completely illegal. Does she think —” He stopped. “Did Ryan leave a will? Is that what you’re calling about?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please tell me he did.”
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“He did. In fact, I was scheduled to bring it to you next week.” He paused. “Why don’t you come to my office right now?”
An hour later, I sat across from Robert as he slid a document across his desk.
“Ryan came to see me about six months ago,” he explained. “He was worried about exactly this scenario.”
I looked down at the will, Ryan’s familiar signature at the bottom sending a fresh wave of grief through me.
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“He left everything to you, Catherine,” Robert said gently. “The house, his savings, his investments. Everything.”
I looked up, not daring to hope. “Everything?”
Robert nodded. “Well, almost. He did leave his mother $200,000… but with a condition.” He tapped a paragraph on the second page. “If she ever tried to evict you, take the house, or interfere with your rights to his inheritance, she would forfeit that money.”
“And where would it go?” I asked.
Robert’s smile was grim. “To you and the children.”
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For the first time in days, I felt something besides grief. It was small, but it was there… a flicker of justice and hope.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“Now,” Robert said, reaching for his phone, “we take your house back.”
The emergency court hearing was set for the next day. I spent another night in the car with the kids, but this time, I slept better.
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“I need to tell you something important,” I told Emma and Liam over fast-food breakfast the next morning. “We’re going to get our house back today.”
“Really?” Emma’s eyes lit up. “With my room and everything?”
“Everything,” I promised.
“Is Grandma Margaret going to be in trouble?” Liam asked.
I hesitated, then decided on honesty. “Yes, she is. What she did was wrong, and there are consequences for that.”
Liam nodded seriously. “Dad always said we have to take responsibility for our actions.”
My heart squeezed. “He did say that, didn’t he?”
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The judge was a stern woman with reading glasses perched on the end of her nose. She listened to both sides — Margaret sputtering indignantly about family rights, and me quietly explaining how we’d been left homeless.
“Ms. Margaret,” the judge finally said, “you had no legal right to change the locks or remove the rightful owners from their property. I’m issuing an immediate order for you to vacate the premises and return all keys to Ms. Catherine by end of day.”
Margaret’s face contorted. “But it’s my son’s house!”
“Which he legally left to his wife,” the judge clarified. “This court doesn’t recognize ‘but I’m his mother’ as a valid legal argument, Ms. Margaret.”
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As we left the courtroom, Margaret hurried past me, refusing to meet my eyes.
“This isn’t over,” she hissed.
Robert placed a hand on my shoulder. “Actually, it is. And there’s one more thing she doesn’t know yet.”
By sunset, I had new keys to my house. Robert had sent a locksmith ahead, making sure Margaret couldn’t pull another trick.
When we pulled into the driveway, the kids tumbled out of the car in excitement, only to stop short at the sight before them. Margaret’s belongings were piled on the curb in the same black trash bags she’d used for our things.
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“Mom,” Liam whispered, “did you do that?”
I smiled and before I could answer, another car screeched to a halt behind us. Margaret stormed out, her face purple with rage.
“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, gesturing wildly at her belongings.
I stepped between her and the children. “You broke into my home and illegally evicted me and my kids. Now, it’s your turn to leave.”
“You can’t do this!” she shrieked.
I held up my new keys. “Oh, but I can. This house belongs to me and my children now. Ryan made sure of that.”
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She pulled out her phone. “I’m calling the police.”
I smiled. “Go ahead.”
When the police arrived, they listened to both sides. Then, to Margaret’s obvious shock, they turned to her.
“Ma’am, changing locks without an eviction notice is illegal,” one officer explained. “Breaking and entering, too. And unlawful eviction.”
“But it’s my son’s house!” Margaret insisted.
“Not according to the will,” the officer replied. “We’re going to have to ask you to come with us.”
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As they led Margaret to the police car, she turned to glare at me. “You turned my son against me. You and those children who aren’t even his!”
I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear. “No, Margaret. You did that all on your own. And now you’ve lost everything… including the $200,000 Ryan left you.”
Her face went slack. “What?”
“It’s in the will,” I explained. “The money was yours unless you tried to take the house from us. Guess where it goes now?”
The realization dawned on her face just as the officer closed the car door.
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That night, we slept in our own beds for the first time since the funeral. I tucked Emma in, making sure Mr. Whiskers was in his proper position on the left side of the bed.
“Mom?” she asked sleepily. “Is Grandma Margaret going to jail?”
I smoothed her hair back. “I don’t know, sweetie. But she can’t hurt us anymore.”
Liam was already under the covers, but his eyes were wide open.
“You were really brave today, Mom,” he said as I sat on the edge of his bed.
I smiled. “I learned it from you guys.”
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After the kids were asleep, I wandered into Ryan’s office. His presence was everywhere: in the leather chair worn to the shape of his body, in the coffee mug still sitting on the desk, and in the family photo placed where he could see it while he worked.
I picked up the photo, tracing his face with my finger.
“You knew,” I whispered. “You knew she might try something like this.”
In the silence, I could almost hear his reply: “Of course I did. That’s why I made sure you and the kids would be taken care of.”
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Later, Robert told me that Margaret had lost everything fighting the charges. The $200,000 that now belonged to my children and me was just the beginning. Legal fees, a brief stint in jail for breaking and entering, and the social shame in her country club circles completed her downfall.
I took no joy in her destruction. But I did take comfort in the knowledge that Ryan’s last act had been to protect us… from her, from uncertainty, and from the cruelty of fate.
The universe has a way of balancing things out. Ryan knew that. In the end, so did Margaret.
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Here’s another story: Respect isn’t requested… it’s taken. When my husband and MIL expected me to take unpaid leave for her home renovation, they assumed I’d comply. Instead, I gave them a lesson they’d never forget.
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