Uncovered Secret: Taylor Swift Has A Daughter - Fanfiction

Chapter 14: The Aftermath Part 2

Taylor's POV

The evening had a calmness about it, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions the day had unfolded. I was curled up on the couch, the soft tunes of a vinyl playing in the background, when my phone buzzed, breaking the serenity. It was Tree. I could tell from her tone that she was not pleased.

"Taylor, I just got wind of Bridget's little confrontation with John Mayer on the red carpet. What happened?" she inquired, a hint of irritation in her voice.

I sighed, recounting the event. "It happened so fast, Tree. Before I could do anything, she was already facing him down. I pulled her away as quickly as I could."

Tree exhaled audibly, "We'll spin it. A young girl standing up against a man who wronged her mother, it's a girl power narrative. But, Taylor, you need to talk to her. She can't be confronting everyone who's ever said a bad word about you. The list would be too long."

I chuckled, despite the seriousness of the situation. "I did tell her, Tree. But you know how she is. Bridget has a mind of her own."

There was a pause before Tree responded, her voice softer now, "She's certainly her mother's daughter. Just... just try to keep her out of confrontations, okay? The last thing we need is more fuel for the media."

I agreed, assuring her that I'd have another talk with Bridget. As we ended the call, I couldn't help but smile, despite the scolding. Bridget's fierce loyalty was something beautiful, even if it was a bit misguided at the moment.

As I looked out into the evening, a part of me felt a sense of pride. My girl had a fire in her, a willingness to stand up for what she believed was right. It was a reflection of the strong bond we had, a bond that had grown stronger through trials, through love, and through a shared understanding of the world that often loved to pry into our lives.

I decided to wait for a while before bringing up the incident with Bridget. It wasn't something I was looking forward to, but it was necessary. As the evening cast long shadows across the room, I found Bridget curled up in her favorite armchair, engrossed in a book. I approached her cautiously, not wanting to disrupt the peace, yet knowing it was a conversation we needed to have.

I cleared my throat gently, and she looked up, her eyes meeting mine. There was a knowing look in them, she knew what was coming.

"Bee," I began, choosing my words carefully, "about what happened today with John..."

She interrupted, "Mom, I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. After all he did to you..." Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and a fierce protective love that warmed my heart.

I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine. "I understand how you feel, Bee. But confronting people like that in public, it's not the right way. It could spiral into something bigger, something neither of us want."

She looked down, "I guess I didn't think it through. It just made me so angry seeing him there, acting like he owned the place."

I lifted her chin gently, making her look at me. "I get it, I really do. And it means the world to me that you want to stand up for me. But we have to pick our battles wisely. Not for the world, but for ourselves."

She nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I just... I just love you so much and I can't stand the idea of anyone hurting you."

A lump formed in my throat as I pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you too, sweetheart. More than words can express. And we'll navigate through this together, okay?"

She hugged me back tightly, "Okay, mom."

As we sat there, the silence enveloping us was comforting. It was in these quiet moments, amidst the chaos that the world often threw our way, that we found our sanctuary, our unwavering support in each other.

The ring of the phone cut through the quiet ambiance of the room. I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Joe. My heart skipped a beat, as I expected yet another lecture, but I answered.

"Hey Joe," I greeted, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Hey Taylor, I... um, I heard about what Bridget did at the awards," Joe said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I glanced at Bridget, who was now wearing a mischievous grin. "Yeah, she's quite the firecracker," I remarked and put him on speakerphone.

"I just wanted to say, well done, Bee," Joe chimed in, his voice laced with a sense of pride. "I've wanted to confront that guy for years."

Bridget laughed. "Well, someone had to do it, right? But don't think you're in the clear or anything. I listened to the whole Folklore album," she quipped, winking at me.

Joe chuckled, "Oh, did you now? Well, I guess I have some explaining to do."

"Just a bit," Bridget retorted, her eyes twinkling with humor.

I couldn't help but join in the laughter. Despite the tensions and unresolved issues between Joe and me, this light-hearted exchange was a breath of fresh air. It was a moment where we could put aside our differences and revel in the shared love and pride we had for our daughter.

"Well, maybe one day we'll sit down and dissect all the lyrics together," Joe suggested, a playful tone in his voice.

"And maybe get a heads up on the next album?" Bridget added, causing another round of laughter.

"Sounds like a plan," Joe agreed, and for a moment, the conversation flowed effortlessly, the ghosts of the past temporarily forgotten as we shared a light-hearted moment, united by the remarkable young woman Bridget was becoming.

"I love you, dad," Bee's eyes were getting watery, as were mine. Although Joe and I didn't get along, I never want her to stop loving her dad.

"Love you too, Bee, good night," and with that, he hung up, leaving us with a sense of comfort we haven't felt in quite some time.