Protecting Leah

Finding Peace

Taylor's P.O.V

I woke up this morning to feel the bed slightly moving, then a small person plonked themselves down beside me, I opened one eye and a mass of blonde curls met my eyes. I reached out and pulled back my blankets not wanting to get up just yet. Leah hopped in and situated herself as close to me as she could. I could feel her cold feet on my legs and I knew she had been up for a while. Her hands wrapped around me as she put her head in the crook of my neck. It was an amazing feeling thinking I would get this for the rest of my life. After a while Leah drifted off to sleep and I got up and showered and put on make-up before going downstairs to make breakfast. I made eggs and bacon and we were going grocery shopping later hopefully, which would be fun now that the twitter world knew Leah was my daughter hopefully the rest would know soon. I couldn't wait to start shopping for foods that she would like. Even though some of the stuff I ate was stuff five year olds would eat like yoghurt, cookies, fruit bites and sugary cereals.

Leah's P.O.V

I woke up early and looked around my new room; my huge bed was a king single as mommy put it. I loved the new things that we had picked out yesterday it was mostly pink and purple, my favourite colours. I got out of bed carefully looking at the new clock I could see that it was only 6.06am. Mommy probably wasn't awake yet so I began to play with my new dolls. Half an hour later I was getting cold so I got my new teddy bear and went down the hall to mommy's room. Pushing her door open I can see Meredith curled up on the foot of the bed. Mommy is still asleep so I climb up on her bed and look around her room. Her room is a different colour to mine since hers is cream and is decorated with vintage objects. She has two doors that face her bed either side of her dresser. I know that one is to her bathroom and the other her walk-in wardrobe I see Meredith watching me and I can see that mommy is waking up. Then I see mommy woke up and she lifted her blankets for me to crawl in and snuggle. Which I accept she is nice and warm and cuddling into her I feel safe.

Next thing I know mommy's bed is empty and I can smell breakfast cooking, I glance at mommy's clock and its 8.24am. I must have fallen back asleep after I crawled into her bed, I follow the smell downstairs and see mommy at the oven. She turns to face me and says "good morning sleepy-head did you have a good sleep?" I nod my head and wander over to her as she bends down and picks me up hugging me close as I take in her smell of vanilla and strawberries. Mommy hugs me tighter and takes me to the bar stools where a plate of bacon and eggs sits. She kisses my forehead and then starts on the dishes looking over her shoulder every few minutes to make sure I'm okay. Which I am, who wouldn't be okay with Taylor Swift as their mommy?