Taylor squared: the lautners announce a third taylor is on the way
Two Taylors, one ultrasound. In the kind of symmetrical reveal that only Hollywood could script, Taylor Lautner and his wife Taylor Dome-Lautner posted a barefoot bump photo on Tuesday and told the internet the franchise is expanding: their first child arrives this winter.
The meet-cute that started in a game-night living room
He was the werewolf who imprinted on a generation of teenagers; she was a nurse with no IMDb page. They met in 2018 at a low-stakes board-game night the actor threw at his place outside Los Angeles, the kind where nobody bothers to change out of sweatpants. Dome apparently won at What Do You Meme?; Lautner asked for her number before the chips were gone. Friends who were there tell me he spent the rest of the evening trying not to stare. “He kept asking if anyone wanted more soda just so he could walk past her,” one guest laughs.
Three years later he proposed on a sunset deck in Big Sur, timing the question for 11-11-21 because repeating digits feel like destiny when you already share a first name. The wedding, 365 days after that, was a velvet-and-vines affair in a private vineyard near Paso Robles. Vogue ran the exclusive; Dome told them she “cried the whole aisle.” Lautner’s Twilight co-stars flew in on a chartered prop plane and pretended not to notice the open bar was pouring his new label of pinot.
From red carpets to therapy couches
Post-nuptials the couple did something unusual for a franchise heartthrob and his influencer bride: they built a brand around vulnerability instead of lifestyle flexing. Their podcast, The Squeeze, launched in 2023 with a tagline that doubles as marriage mantra—“getting everything out.” Episodes alternate between silly (ranking fast-food nuggets) and surgical (Lautner’s body-dysmorphia after Twilight, Dome’s panic attacks in the ICU). Downloads crossed two million when they devoted an hour to explaining why they still share a therapist.
The pregnancy announcement arrived with the same tonal whiplash. Slide one: Dome in a white crop top, arms cradling a barely-there curve, Lautner kneeling to kiss the bump. Slide two: the black-and-white ultrasound that looks like every other blob on the internet except this one will have dual citizenship in two generations of Taylor merch. Caption: “What’s better than two Taylor Lautners… three 🤍” The heart emoji is white, the same shade as the dress Dome wore to wed.
Within 45 minutes the post hit a million likes. Comment sections split between nostalgia (“Team Jacob forever”) and conspiracy (“they’re breeding the perfect influencer baby”). Meanwhile, the couple spent the afternoon replying to relatives in all-caps texts and ignoring the 47 outlet requests that slid into their joint media inbox.
They won’t find out the sex, they told a friend who told me. The nursery will be sage green, the name will not start with T, and the due date is somewhere between the World Series and Thanksgiving. “We want the baby to arrive during a lull,” Dome joked at a recent brunch, “so our moms can fight over who gets to post first.”
Hollywood pregnancies are usually press-release algebra: due date plus Netflix deal equals content calendar. This one feels closer to a throwback—two people who met over chips and Cards Against Humanity now preparing to raise a human whose biggest headline so far is the echo of their own names. If that sounds like a fairy-tale reboot, consider the numbers: two Taylors, one Spotify deal, zero nanny announcements yet. The math is almost as tidy as the caption.
They’ll probably keep recording the podcast from a walk-in closet turned nursery, trading panic attacks for lullaby playlists. And somewhere in Los Angeles a brand manager is already calculating how much a onesie that reads Little Lautner could fetch. The couple, meanwhile, is busy debating whether the baby’s first word should be “mom,” “dad,” or “therapy.” My money’s on “Tay.”