Everything Has Changed

Romeo and Juliet

tw: mentions of suicide 

August 13th 2025

Kansas City, Missouri

The day had been decided... and it was coincidental that it was the 13th. A sort of full circle moment. 

Taylor woke up early that day despite the fact that Luna had been more settled that night. She had of course woken up a couple of times in the night, once for a feed which Taylor happily did and once just because she could. Travis took over for this one, his sleep not as neccessary as his training was only a short gym based session in the afternoon that day. She pulled her phone off of the nightstand where it had been charging, glancing at the time. It had only just gone 8am but Taylor decided that it was enough, pulling herself out of bed and crossing their room into their ensuite bathroom. She quickly glanced at the bathroom cabinet before looking away as quickly as she had looked. That was for later. She knew she could shower in peace with Travis still in their room with Luna so she turned it on, allowing to heat up to her desired temperature which Travis had always complained was like taking a shower with Satan in Hell before stepping in. She took full advantage of a baby free, responsibility free shower by washing her hair and body thoroughly. She wanted to look good for today. She had to look good, as to not arose any suspicion. 

She wrapped her hair in a towel before sitting down at her makeup vanity to out on a little bit of makeup.. Nothing fancy or over the top, but something to cover up the eye bags and the tear stains for what she would be leaving behind. She sniffed back any tears that threatened to come before they were ready, pulling on a black and white stripped maxi dress and pulling her now dried and wavy hair into a loose messy bun on the top of her head. Making her way back into their bedroom she noticed that Travis was still fast asleep and dead to the world, one reached out onto her side of the bed where she had once been. If she had still been there, he would have pulled her into him, keeping her warm and feeling their hearts beat against one another, as if in some kind of competition. But she wasn't there, she was here. Taylor noticed Luna beginning to squirm and wake up slowly and so came over to the bassinet where the baby had been sleeping, pulling her up in her swaddle and taking her out of their room and into the nursery before she could wake Travis up with her cries. She took the occasional nap in her crib now just to get her used to it but would continue to sleep in their bedroom for the next few months, the plan was to move her around Halloween time when she had just turned six months old. That was what all of the books and her friends and family had told her to do. 

Once in the nursery she sat down on the rocking chair that has once belonged to her mother when she was a baby, all the way back in Pennsylvania. Unbuttoning the top of her nursing bra, she guided Luna, still in her swaddle, to her breast to feed which she luckily took without much trouble. Taylor reflected on the room they were in, the room that they had poured so much love and passion into. She remembered Travis and her having a singing competition when painting and Travis had gotten white paint all over his beard and face, looking hilariously like Santa Claus. She stirred a little as she fed, reminding Taylor to swap her to the other side so that she wouldn't have one boob that was massively bigger than the other come lunchtime. Only fifteen minutes later, the baby was content and Taylor pulled her bra back up and laid the baby over her shoulder to burp her. Taylor looked amongst the outfits in Luna's closet once she had changed the baby into a clean diaper, observing what would be her cutest summery outfit. She thought they might have a swim in their pool before lunchtime and Travis had to leave for practice and so grabbed the baby's red and white stripy swimsuit, laying it out on her dresser. She could change her into it later, settling on a cute little white shirt and red skirt for the rest of the day, with some little stripy socks and a bow headband. She would swap it out for the sunhat that Luna absolutely hated later on when they were outside.