Lucky Girl

Old and New Normals

Taylor's POV

"Jacquelyn!" I scream and fall next to her taking her into my arms. I calm her down and finally get her to a coherent state.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" I whisper in her ear kissing her head.

"It's j-just. M-my p-parents and I had a cat in California." Ok...

"Are they still there?" I ask not knowing where this is going.

"Y-yes! He is being pet sat, but only until the end of the week!" She says in tears.

"Well why don't we go get him at the end of the week? The two of us? We can also pick up any of your things from the house and put your parents things in storage." I say to my distraught daughter.

She nods and fits her head perfectly in my chest. We sit there for a while and then I get up and start dinner, leaving Jacquelyn to explore her new home.

I am stirring the pasta I am making when my phone goes off. I quickly rush to answer, not seeing the caller id.

"Hello this is Taylor Swift. Who is calling?" I say into the phone. "Hi Taylor. This is Dallas Millican, we talked last week." A womans voice replies.

"Why of course! Hello! What brings you calling?" I ask curious.

"Well." She sighs, "I would like to discuss the funeral."

"Oh! Ok. Um. Can I call you back, we are about to have dinner, when will it be?" I respond acknowledging Jacquelyn walking in.

"At the end of the week." She says solemnly, no one should have to plan their daughters funeral.

"That's actually great timing." I sigh. "Call you later Taylor." She says. "Goodbye." I end the call and turn to my daughter.

"Grandma Dallas?" Jacquelyn asks already knowing my answer.

"I'll tell you at the table. Take these plates?" I say trying to change the subject.

"Ok now that we have eaten can you tell me what she said?" Jackie says giving me a classic Olivia Benson interrogation look.

"Awww look who's becoming a detective!" I coo ignoring her question. I know I have to tell her eventually, but not tonight.

"I try. Your the one who got me into that show," Jacquelyn says dramatically. I laugh.

"Well let's go watch it then!" I say raising my eyebrows and starting to get up.

"Ok, you win this time Swift!" The darling says in a witch voice. Man she has so many voices, but I love them all.

"You will never believe who's coming to see you tomorrow!" I say.
"Ooh a mystery guest!" She says sitting up on her knees on the couch we are sharing.

"Can you guess?" I ask daringly. She begins to think.

"Ok I am going to go with, best friend and possible soulmate Karlie Kloss." She replies knowingly.

"What? Can you read minds?" I joke. "No just social media." She replies matter of factly. I laugh.

"You also have a room for her prepared and as thousand pictures of her all around your appartment. Not to mention a wall calender that said she was coming." She adds making my eyes widen.

"Were you snooping in my office?" I ask bewildered.

"No, you said I could tour my new home." She shrugs. I laugh.

"True. I should be more careful where I put things now." I joke.

"Either way I'm excited. Is she going to be my aunt or my mom?" Jackie says raising one eyebrow and winking.

"Oh not you to!" I roll my eyes.

"Well of course me to! You two are fucking soulmates!" She says sassilly. I raise my eyebrows.

"Jacquelyn Alison Swift! No swearing!" I yell.

"Ok, ok. I promise that is not something I will be doing in this house. Can I at least text them to add emotion/exclamation?" She asks in her infamous Miranda voice. 

"Ugh fine!" I grunt.

"Ok so what did Grandma Dallas say?" She brings up once again.

"Ok... The funeral is this weekend." I say bracing myself for the worst.

"That's good timing. Ok I am going to bed." Jackie replies without emotion.

She heads to bed and I am left to go on tumblr.

I hear a scream and rush to her room.

"Jacquelyn! Jacquelyn! Jacquelyn!" I say gathering her in my arms. Her tears wet my shirt and together we rock back and forth until the largest wave of tears has subsided.

"Mom?" She whispers.

"Yes darling?" I respond.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks digging her head in my chest.

"Of course. Let's go get in bed." I whisper. We cuddle up in my bed and are no sooner asleep with her in my arms. I could get used to this.