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 Wife Turned 50 & Suddenly Changed Her Wardrobe and Hair—I Thought She Was Cheating On Me, but Didn’t Expect This
When Miranda turned 50, everything changed: her clothes, her hair, and even her perfume. At first, I thought it was just for her birthday, but then it became a daily routine. Was she cheating on me, or was it something else entirely?
My wife, Miranda, was always the kind of woman who preferred comfort over couture. Jeans, button-downs, and her old, scuffed sneakers defined her wardrobe.
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Makeup was an afterthought, and her hair, a no-nonsense cut she managed herself, rarely warranted attention. Her beauty wasn’t flashy, nor did it need to be. She looked amazing in anything.
When Miranda’s 50th birthday arrived, the transformation took my breath away — and not in the way I expected.
I sat on the edge of the living room sofa, fiddling with my watch, ready for a quiet dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant. The clatter of her heels on the hardwood floor jolted me upright.
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Heels? Miranda didn’t wear heels. I looked up, and there she was, framed by the soft glow of the hallway light.
For a moment, I couldn’t find my words.
The woman before me looked like Miranda, but polished, elevated, and entirely new. Her deep emerald green dress skimmed her figure with a sophistication I didn’t associate with her usual wardrobe.
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A pair of gold earrings caught the light, swaying subtly as she moved. Her hair was no longer styled in the simple cut she always sported but instead cascaded in soft waves down her shoulders.
“Well?” she asked, twirling slightly as if testing the hem of her dress. “What do you think?”
“You… look amazing,” I stammered.
And she did. She looked stunning, but something about the whole display unsettled me.
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It was so unlike her — the dress, the heels, even the faint but distinct perfume that lingered as she crossed the room.
“You’re overdressed for Giovanni’s,” I said lightly, hoping to ease the knot in my chest.
She laughed, smoothing the dress over her hips. “It’s my birthday. I thought I’d try something different.”
As we drove to the restaurant, I told myself Miranda was just having fun getting all dressed up. But the change didn’t stop at her birthday.
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The next morning, I found her carefully shading and applying an assortment of flesh-toned creams and powders to her face with the precision of someone who had been doing it all their life. A day later, a new set of shopping bags appeared in the closet, filled with silky blouses and tailored skirts.
Soon, her makeup routine and carefully styled hair became daily rituals. Her jeans and sneakers were relegated to the back of the closet.
Every time she walked into a room, I had to remind myself that this was my Miranda. But the growing sense of unease never left me.
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For 30 years, I had known Miranda’s patterns, her preferences, and her essence. This… wasn’t her. Or was it?
Thanksgiving was the first time we stepped into a public setting since Miranda’s transformation had taken root. She spent hours getting ready, and when she finally emerged, she was dazzling.
The moment we entered the dining room, the air shifted. Forks clinked against plates, conversations dropped mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to her.
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My mother (never one to hold back) gasped audibly, then leaned toward my father. “She looks like a different woman,” she said in what she probably thought was a whisper.
Miranda didn’t falter. She glided into the room with an ease that I envied, offering warm greetings and hugs as though nothing had changed.
Lynn, her sister, caught my eye. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and something bordering on amusement. Our twenty-something nieces and nephews who once teased Miranda for being a “plain Jane” sat slack-jawed, staring as though they were seeing her for the first time.
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I found myself hovering behind her, torn between pride and discomfort. Miranda seemed untouched by the reaction, laughing easily as she handed my mother the bottle of wine she had brought.
“Just a few slight changes,” she said with a serene smile when Mom asked about the transformation.
Her calm deflected most of the curiosity, but it did little to quiet my own. As the evening wore on, I couldn’t help but watch her. Her laugh came more freely, and she held herself with a new confidence.
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Was this really just about her birthday? Or was it something more?
When we finally left the party and returned home, I couldn’t keep my thoughts bottled up any longer. I waited until she’d slipped out of her heels and draped her wrap across the chair.
“Miranda,” I began hesitantly, “can we talk about… all this?”
She raised an eyebrow, amused. “All this?”
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“The dresses. The makeup. The… everything,” I said, gesturing vaguely toward her. “It’s just… sudden.”
Her expression softened, though her tone stayed light. “Don’t you like it?”
“It’s not that,” I said quickly. “You look beautiful. You always have. It’s just… different.”
She came closer, brushing her hand along my arm.
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“It’s nothing to worry about,” she said with a reassuring smile before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’m just trying something new.”
I wanted to believe her. But as she walked away, the subtle perfume trailing behind her, I couldn’t help but feel the space between us widening. Something had shifted, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t quite name it.
The unease gnawed at me. Was I losing her? Or had she simply found something — or someone — that I didn’t know about?
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Unable to let it go, I sought out Lynn the next day. Of anyone, she’d know what was going on.
Over coffee, I leaned in and asked, “Has Miranda said anything to you? About what’s… changed?”
Lynn froze mid-sip, her eyes narrowing. “Wait, you don’t know?”
My heart skipped. “Know what?”
She set her cup down and grabbed her keys. “Come on.”
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I barely had time to grab my coat before I found myself in her car, nerves jangling as we sped through town. I wanted answers, but Lynn’s silence was worse than anything she could have said.
The possibilities tore through my mind like a storm. Was Miranda leaving me? Was she sick? My chest tightened with every passing mile.
Lynn pulled into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.
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My brow furrowed. “Her office?” I asked, incredulous. “Why are we here?”
“Just watch,” Lynn said, her tone oddly triumphant as she led me inside.
I followed Lynn down a hallway until we reached a conference room. Through the glass walls, I saw her.
Miranda stood at the head of a table, gesturing confidently as a group of polished professionals hung on her every word.
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Her voice (assured and commanding) filtered through the door in snatches. My wife, the woman who used to avoid attention, was now the undeniable center of it.
I turned to Lynn, struggling to make sense of what I was seeing. “This… this is why?” I asked, my voice cracking.
She nodded. “She’s found her stride. She’s not just Miranda, your wife, Mom, or Mrs. Whatever. She’s stepping into something bigger.”
The door opened then, and Miranda spotted us.
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Her confident façade faltered as she approached, her hands clasping nervously.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and wariness.
“Trying to understand what’s going on with you,” I replied, the tension palpable.
She exhaled, then gestured toward the conference room. “Can we talk?”
We stepped into a quiet corner of the building.
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Miranda folded her arms, her expression equal parts defensive and vulnerable. “I didn’t mean for it to be a secret,” she began, her voice soft. “It just… happened.”
“What happened?” I pressed, my own emotions swirling.
She looked away, gathering her thoughts. “There’s a woman I work with,” she said finally. “Sylvia. She’s 53, and when I met her, I realized… I’d been holding myself back.”
I blinked, thrown off by her honesty. “Holding yourself back how?”
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“By thinking it was too late for me to grow, to be more than what I’ve always been.” Her eyes met mine, steady now. “Sylvia showed me that I could still be vibrant, that I didn’t have to fade into the background just because I’m older.”
“So this isn’t about…” I trailed off, embarrassed to finish the thought.
“An affair? No.” Her laugh was soft but tinged with sadness. “This is about me, not about leaving you.”
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Her words hit me like a balm and a slap all at once. I’d been so wrapped up in my insecurities that I’d forgotten who Miranda really was: a woman capable of surprising me, even after thirty years.
“I thought you were slipping away,” I admitted, my voice thick.
Her hand found mine, warm and familiar. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “But I need you to understand I’m doing this for me. And I need you to support me.”
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I nodded, the knot in my chest loosening. “I can do that.”
The drive home felt lighter. Miranda’s transformation wasn’t just a shift in appearance; it was a declaration.
And as we pulled into the driveway, I realized something profound: her growth didn’t threaten our love. It deepened it.
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Together, we walked inside, hand in hand. The future, it seemed, was as bright and surprising as Miranda herself.
Here’s another story: Growing up, Mom had one unbreakable rule: never touch her closet. I never understood why, and she never explained. After she passed, I came home to pack up her things. I finally opened the forbidden closet, but what I found there left me questioning everything I thought I knew.
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