Taylor Swift + Comfort Oneshots

Doctor Visit with Twins

AN // hey, this one is super short, sorry!

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Taylor glanced at Travis with a reassuring smile as they sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office, the air heavy with anticipation and a hint of anxiety. Travis returned the gesture, his eyes reflecting the same mixture of apprehension and determination. Today was a day they had both been dreading yet knew was inevitable – the day Max and Thea, their lively and curious five-year-old twins, would receive their childhood vaccinations.

Max and Thea were playing with a worn-out picture book, their innocent laughter echoing in the room, momentarily alleviating the tension. Taylor watched them, her heart swelling with love and pride. They were her world, her reason to strive and endure.

As the nurse called their names, Taylor felt a knot form in her stomach. She exchanged a glance with Travis before they rose together, each taking one of the twins by the hand. The walk down the corridor felt longer than usual, every step heavy with the weight of the impending ordeal.

Inside the examination room, Taylor and Travis settled Max and Thea onto the examination table, their tiny bodies dwarfed by the sterile surroundings. The nurse, a kind-faced woman with gentle eyes, prepared the syringes as Taylor and Travis did their best to comfort the twins.

"It's okay, sweetie," Taylor whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Thea's face. "It'll only hurt for a second."

Travis squeezed Max's hand reassuringly, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "You're both so brave. Mommy and Daddy are right here with you."

As the nurse approached with the needles, Max's bottom lip trembled, and Thea clutched onto Taylor's shirt, her eyes wide with trepidation. Taylor felt her heart break at the sight of their fear, but she knew it was necessary. They had to protect their children, even if it meant enduring a moment of pain.

With practiced precision, the nurse administered the injections, swift yet gentle. Max winced and let out a small whimper, his grip on Travis's hand tightening. Thea buried her face in Taylor's shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks as she silently endured the discomfort.

Once the ordeal was over, Taylor scooped Thea into her arms, whispering soothing words as she rocked her gently. Travis pulled Max into a tight embrace, his own eyes stinging with unshed tears. They stayed like that for a while, offering comfort and reassurance until the twins' sobs subsided and their breathing returned to normal.

As they left the doctor's office, Taylor and Travis felt a sense of relief wash over them, mingled with a profound gratitude for their children's resilience. Max and Thea may have been in distress, but they had faced their fear with courage and fortitude, a testament to the strength of their little hearts.

Back home, Taylor and Travis tucked the twins into bed, kissing their foreheads and whispering words of love and pride. As they watched them drift off to sleep, Taylor felt a surge of gratitude for the precious gift of family, for the moments of joy and the moments of fear, all woven together into the tapestry of their lives.