Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Nineteen

Guys what milestones do babies have

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May, 2022

The first three months are the worst when it comes to having a newborn. It was a pain because they're basically nocturnal and if they can't sleep, no one can.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the world was blanketed in darkness, Mallory and Taylor's home was stirred by the soft cries of their newborn son. The plaintive wails cut through the silence, pulling both parents from the edges of slumber.

Mallory groaned, blinking wearily at the dimly lit clock on her bedside table. She turned to Taylor, nudging her with a sleepy urgency. "Taylor, it's your turn," she murmured.

Taylor grumbled, her brows furrowing in protest. "No. No, I did it last time."

Mallory's eyes narrowed, a mix of fatigue and annoyance colouring her tone. "That's not true. You did it the time before last. It's your turn."

Taylor let out an exasperated sigh, her hand rubbing her temple as if trying to ward off the exhaustion. "Are you sure? I could've sworn..."

Mallory's patience wavered. "Yes, I'm sure. Just go."

With a heavy sigh, Taylor peeled herself out of bed, casting a half-hearted scowl Mallory's way before shuffling toward the nursery. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her feet as she disappeared into the darkness.

Mallory huddled under the covers, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. Minutes turned into an eternity as she lay there, the sounds of Taylor's whispered attempts at soothing their baby filtering back to her.

Taylor cradled the newborn in her arms. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the nursery. The room was hushed, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Little Peter had been fussing, his tiny face contorted in the pout of a tired infant struggling to drift into slumber.

Taylor's heart swelled with a mix of exhaustion and love as she looked down at her son. She knew the magic of a lullaby, passed down through generations, a soothing melody to calm even the most restless of souls. With a gentle smile, Taylor began to softly sing.

Her voice, a gentle lullaby, filled the air as she rocked Peter back and forth. The words held the promise of protection, the warmth of a mother's embrace. Peter blinked his sleepy eyes, his gaze fixed on Taylor's face as he listened to the melody that seemed to weave a cocoon of comfort around him.

Taylor's voice was a soothing balm, and her heart swelled with emotion as she sang. The lyrics flowed effortlessly, each note a testament to the bond between mother and child. She softly brushed a fingertip along Peter's cheek, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing verse.

The melody wrapped around the room, embracing both Taylor and Peter in its gentle embrace. Outside, the world carried on, but in this intimate moment, time seemed to stand still. The soothing words, the tender melody, wove a tapestry of love and serenity, cradling Peter in its tender arms.

As Taylor's voice trailed off, a sense of tranquillity settled over the room. Peter's tiny breaths grew slower, his eyelids drooping until they finally closed in peaceful slumber. Taylor continued to rock him gently, her heart filled with a profound sense of love and contentment.

She smiled softly and carefully put him back down in his crib, but not before kissing his head. "I love you, Peter," She whispered. "So much."

Just as Mallory was beginning to drift into a fitful half-sleep, Taylor reentered the room, a soft smile on her lips. She carefully settled back into bed.