Emma-Lou // Taylor Swift Adoption Fic

June 8th, 2026

The first thing I said to Javia when I arrived at school this morning was this:

"She has a kid."

The first thing she did was raise a questioning eyebrow and look at me like I was hallucinating.

"I didn't read that..." She had mumbled as we walked to our lockers.

Confused, I asked, "what do you mean you didn't read that?"

She shrugged. "I had to look her up for you. See if she was really the best fit."

Of course, that was Javia. She cared a whole lot that it involved being very protective of me.

"What's this kid like? How old? Snotty or naughty?" She asked all at once.

I wanted to laugh at that, but instead, I gave her a weird look.

"Well, if we're using your vocabulary to describe the kid... I guess snotty... and naughty. A little brat with a halo on his head that only his mother can see," I told her.

He came home with his father last night. I'm not sure where they had been, but he had seemed happy about his trip. I briefly met Taylor's husband, Joe, and their son, Michael, and I can confidently say I like her husband better.

Joe is nice. He's near Taylor's height - so, like, pretty tall - but his height isn't intimidating. It actually makes me feel... protected more than anything.

Ugh, why does that have to sound weird and sappyyyyyyy.

He asked me one question in particular that Taylor couldn't answer for me (he didn't seem to get the memo that I don't just talk to people).

He had asked me, "what's your favorite class at school right now?"

He was just trying to start conversation, I know, but I couldn't bring myself to even do the hand gestures that would go along with English. I never did hand gestures because I felt embarrassed by them. I already felt stupid enough about not being able to talk to most people.

I remember Taylor had froze beside me. I think she wanted to explain why I wasn't answering, but she didn't want to get it wrong either. I'm not mute (not fully), she knows that, but she isn't so sure yet about my social anxiety and how bad it is.

So she settled with, "Emma's been quiet these last few days as she's been trying to adjust. She's still trying to process everything."

Joe nodded understandingly and Taylor gave me a look that asked, "was that close enough?"

I gave her a smile in response.

Anyways, back to the kid thing.

"Are you sure you aren't just saying these things because you don't really like kids to begin with?" Javia wondered.

"Why don't you come over at the end of the week and see for yourself?"

That made her excited. More excited than she needed to be because she didn't listen to Taylor Swift, she knew as much about her as I did. She was more so excited because it would be a mansion that she would be in - a celebrity's mansion.

I'll figure out a way to ask Taylor somehow.