Uncovered Secret: Taylor Swift Has A Daughter - Fanfiction

Chapter 12: Exploring the Discography

As the next day came around, its soft tendrils wrapping around the house, I found myself in the kitchen, a cup of warm tea cradling my thoughts. The subtle notes of music wafted through the hallway. My music. Bee's newly discovered interest in my discography was touching, albeit a bit unnerving. She was on a mission, sifting through the lyrics, trying to find songs about Joe. I told her she's not allowed to cheat by Googling, but who knew if she listened to me.

The strains of a familiar melody caught my attention, pulling me from the whirlpool of memories. It was 'Dear John'. A chapter from my past that I had neatly folded away, nestled amidst the other life lessons. I slowly approached her room, the door slightly ajar. Bee was sitting on her bed, her eyes scanning the lyric booklet as the song played. I could feel her confusion. Her eyes met mine as I gently pushed the door open.

"Mom, who is this about?" she asked, her voice carrying a ripple of anger and disbelief.

Taking a deep breath, I sat down beside her, "It's about John Mayer," I confessed, the words feeling like pebbles in my throat.

Her face flushed, her eyes sparking with fury. "He was so much older," she spat out, the words soaked in contempt. "How could he do that to you? You were just a kid!"

"So you were Googling, huh?" I smiled but put my hand on her shoulder. "It was a long time ago, Bee. People come into our lives, some leave footprints on our hearts, while others leave scars. But each one teaches us something, molds us into the person we are meant to be."

She looked at me, the storm in her eyes remaining in place. She was my daughter after all. "But it's just... gross," she muttered, her words trailing off into the silence that stretched between us.

I hugged her close, feeling her anger. "Life has its share of rough patches, love. But remember, each experience is a stitch in the fabric of our being. It's what makes us, us."

"So will I ever feel about someone like you felt about John?" Bee whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes, hoping my daughter never has to experience power imbalanced and manipulative relationships.

"That's something we can't predict, baby. But what we can do is equip you with enough lessons to let you handle those difficult moments confidently."

"I'm still angry at the dickhead," she murmured, making me laugh. 'Dickhead' was Joe's word and he was never shy to use it.

"You're allowed to be angry, babe. But don't act on your emotions. It's not worth it."

Bridget rolled her eyes, "I knew you were going to say that."

I grinned, maneuvering through her vinyl collection and triumphantly pulling out my Red album. "You just wait until you hear All Too Well."

Bee sighed, "My friends have been pressuring me to listen to it for ages."

I laughed, "What have you been telling them?"

"That's 10 minutes of my life I won't ever get back if I do," she grinned mischievously.

I rolled my eyes playfully, "You know there's a shorter version, right?"

So, we ended up nestled on the couch, watching the All Too Well short film together. I could see her being completely drawn in. As the final scene faded, she looked over with teary eyes. "Is this about John Mayer too?" She asked, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

I shook my head, "No, that was Jake Gyllenhaal's chapter."

Her eyes widened, "Wow, you've been quite the social butterfly, haven't you?" The corner of her mouth twitched into a playful grin. It made me chuckle.

She paused, studying my face for a moment before diving back in, "And what's the deal with all the J names? Jake, John, Joe, and then another Joe..."

I shrugged, "Must be a 'J' thing, I guess. Or maybe it's the universe's way of giving me a lyrical challenge?"

She snorted, "Or maybe it's a secret society of J-named heartthrobs and you're their chosen muse?"

I chuckled, "Oh, the tales they'd tell."

She leaned back, the playful glint in her eyes softening into a contemplative gaze. "It's like each album is a chapter of your life, huh?"

I nodded, "Exactly. And each song, a page filled with memories, lessons, and a lot of feelings."

She smiled warmly, "Well, I must say, it's a pretty captivating story you've got here, Mom."

I hugged her tight, "It got much better now that you're a part of it."

With a heartfelt smile, she nestled closer, and together we ventured further down the memory lane, one song at a time.