Daylight - Taylor Swift

Chapter 55

December 23rd, 2018

The girls had invited both of their families out of town for Christmas now that Taylor's tour had wrapped up. They rented a beautiful villa in England that had lots to explore and enough room to fit them all. Taylor's family wasn't as hard to convince as Jo's, mostly because travelling with one adult child is a lot different than getting three children across the ocean.

Andrea and Rob took one room, Jo and Taylor another. Austin volunteered to crash in the basement on a cot and Scott was upstairs. Meanwhile, Cassidy and Charlie bunked together and Dylan and Elliot were in with Billy and Melissa. It was working so far, so they were all hopeful that nothing monumentally devastating would happen before the holidays were complete.

Taylor was sitting on one of the sofa's, holding less than a year old Elliot and making faces at him while Melissa was across the room with Andrea, interrogating Charlotte about her first year of University. Charlie decided relatively quick that fashion wasn't her thing, and had since decided to pursue acting.

Jo had never seen Charlie act one single time in her life outside of teenage dramatics, so in turn, that was an interesting and somewhat skeptical decision. She didn't doubt that her sister could do it though, and still continued to bankroll education over what the brown haired girl could otherwise be doing.

Rachel offered to be her agent someday, which they all laughed about. Calum had been excelling at school and she finally was happy in her job and a relationship. Jo still called often, visited them whenever she saw her Dad.

Taylor stuck her tongue out at the baby, who giggled so loud that he spit up on her shirt a split second afterwards, "What do I do?"

Jo shrugged with a laugh, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't birth him. Give him back to Melissa."

"Melissa, I think Elliot needs, uhm... some sort of assistance," the blonde singer unsurely admitted as she stood up and held the baby out like he was some sort of hazardous waste.

The mother turned her head towards the scene and sighed, taking him and wiping his mouth off on his bib, "I'm sorry hun, if that's designer just have Bill write you a cheque."

"Oh," Taylor laughed nervously, "I'm not worried about it. It'll wash out."

Melissa nodded and continued to talk to her youngest stepdaughter while patting the infant's back softly. Taylor excused herself to change, and with no surprise, Jo followed along like a lost puppy.

The door to the bedroom closed and Taylor carefully stripped the fabric off her skin, handing it Jo because something needed to be done with it and she didn't want to leave it on the floor with the rest of their dirty laundry.

"I don't know what to do with it either, my love," Jo argued but calmly, entering the bathroom and putting it into the bathtub before running water all over it. She did know what to do, apparently.

"I think there's a reason we don't have kids," Taylor wiped her chest off with a washcloth and tossed that in the bathtub to be rinsed too.

Jo hummed in agreement, ringing out the designer fabric, "You mean besides the fact that we have no privacy, I don't have a way of impregnating you and I have enough trauma from parentification taking over my teenage years?"

"And I don't like baby puke," Taylor added. She grabbed her breasts and pulled them up slightly, "Do you think if I had a baby, my boobs would get bigger?"

"Yes."

"Really?" Taylor turned her head in the mirror, looking at Jo.

"That's how it works, I'm pretty sure. But then they'd probably get saggy."