Uncovered Secret: Taylor Swift Has A Daughter - Fanfiction

Chapter 22: Bridget Meets Travis

The moment Travis walked through the door, the atmosphere transformed. This time, it was for the better. He immediately knew who had to impress - right after I hugged him as a welcome, he walked over to my daughter.

"Hey, Bridget, nice to finally meet you. My name's Travis," he extended his hand.

Bridget studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing playfully as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too, Travis. But I can't shake this feeling that I've seen you somewhere before. With that build, you must be a famous ballet dancer, right?"

Travis threw his head back in laughter. "Ballet dancer, huh? That's a new one. But I have to admit, my pirouette could use some work."

I joined in, amused. "Bee, I think you might be onto something. Travis, are you sure you haven't been moonlighting at the ballet?"

He grinned, playing along. "Well, you got me. After football practice, I usually throw on my tutu and practice my pliés. It's a great way to unwind."

Bridget giggled. "I've seen those viral videos of your touchdown dances."

Travis winked at her. "Guilty as charged. But I promise, my ballet is way better than my touchdown dance. I guess I'm the 'new guy' around here, huh? Hope there's a rookie allowance for dinner etiquette."

Bridget, caught slightly off guard by his easygoing nature, grinned back. "Well, depends. Are you planning on using your rookie status as an excuse for stealing the last piece of pie?"

He chuckled, easing his way into the room. "I wouldn't dream of it. But I might need some insider tips on how to survive dinner with two strong Swift women."

I raised an eyebrow, joining in the playful exchange. "Oh, he's good. Bridget, I think we might have to keep an eye on this one."

Bridget nodded sagely, playing along. "Definitely. We run a tight ship here, Travis. No funny business allowed. One strike and you're out."

Travis feigned a look of seriousness. "Understood, Coach Swift. I solemnly swear to abide by all dinner table rules and regulations."

The room was filled with laughter, the tension melting away like ice in the sun. It was clear from the start that Travis was a natural at blending humor and charm, making everyone feel at ease.

As we settled at the dinner table, Travis effortlessly steered the conversation towards Bridget.

"So, Bridget, what are you into these days? School, music, art?" Travis asked, genuinely interested.

Bridget perked up, "Well, I'm really into sports right now. But running, not football. And music, of course."

Travis smiled, "Music, huh? Anyone in particular you're listening to?"

She glanced at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Well, there's this one pretty lowkey singer. Goes by the name of Taylor Swift. Ever heard of her?"

I feigned shock, "Taylor Swift, you say? Never heard of her."

Travis chuckled. "Me either. But she sounds like someone who's very talented."

Bridget laughed, "Oh, she's alright. Heard her cooking skills are horrible, though."

The table erupted into laughter, the mood light and joyful. Travis's easygoing nature and Bridget's playful responses made for a delightful dinner, miles away from the tension of past encounters. It was clear that Travis not only charmed me but had also won over Bridget with his genuine warmth and humor.

As dinner progressed, Bridget's playful side shone through as she turned the topic to Travis's football career.

"So, Travis, I have to ask," she started, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Are you any good on the field? I need some serious talent for my fantasy football team."

Travis leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. "Good? I'm your dream player for fantasy football. But," he added with a playful wag of his finger, "there's a condition."

Bridget raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that?"

"You've got to promise to root for my team. Deal?"

Bridget pretended to ponder for a moment, then nodded with a laugh. "Deal! But those insider tips better be good."

I watched them interact, a warm feeling spreading through me. This was different from the tense, awkward dinner with Matty. Travis didn't just respect our dynamic; he embraced it, fitting into our world as if he'd always been a part of it.

The conversation turned to stories of our respective careers, with Travis sharing humorous anecdotes from the field and Bridget eagerly listening, her eyes shining with interest. Every so often, she'd glance at me, her smile saying everything her words didn't. She approved, and that meant the world to me.

As dinner came to an end, Travis helped clear the table, insisting it was only fair since he was the guest. Bridget and I exchanged amused glances, both of us pleasantly surprised by his down-to-earth nature.

"Mom," Bridget said as we lingered over dessert, "I think you did good this time. He's pretty cool."

I beamed at her, feeling a surge of happiness. "Thanks, Bee. That means a lot."

Travis raised his glass, "To new beginnings and great company."

We clinked our glasses, the sound echoing like a promise of hopeful times ahead. As laughter and conversation filled the room, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. For the first time in a long while, everything just felt right.