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Co-Parenting

Taylors POV

"Hey." I hear Travis say to me as he walks in with Hadley, our 6 year old daughter.

"Hey." I say back without turning around. I'm sitting at my kitchen island working on some business stuff, I'm trying to get it done quick so I can see my kid.

Me and Travis Kelce were high school sweethearts, I'd gotten pregnant my 3rd year of college and once we had Hadley that's when our relationship broke apart, I'm glad we've been able to become friends again for Hads sake but I can't say my heart doesn't yearn for him every time I see him.

"Come on babes let's go play while mommy finishes her homework." Travis says leading Hadley up to her playroom. I think it's funny that Travis always calls his and my at home work duties homework so we could convince Hadley it was fun.

I hear them upstairs for about 15 minutes before Travis walks down the stairs.

"She doesn't have much energy left tonight, I'd say she's ready for bed now, do you want me to get her ready or are you almost done?" Travis says pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Umm, I'm almost done here so I can do it, thanks." I say, still not looking at him. The truth is I think I might run to him if I do so I try to keep our distance when he's over. It's different when Hadley is with us, I can act normal then.

I hear him walk away from the stairs but instead of going to the door I feel him standing behind me... right behind me.

I can practically hear his heartbeat from behind. All the sudden I feel his breath on my neck and I take a large sharp breath and hold it.

I tilt my head to the side and rest my head in my hand.

"Travis.." I quietly say, tears welling up in my eyes. I miss him so much.

"We don't need to go over this again." I say after a long spell of silence was cast over us.

"Why not." He says and I can hear the emotion in his voice.

He bends his back and places his hands near my thighs on the stool.

This time it's not just his breath I feel on my neck, it's him. I rests his forehead on the back of my shoulder.

At this point tears are pouring out of my eyes and soaking my paper, I'm trying to be as silent as possible though.

"Please." He mumbles.

We have this conversation about once a year when he came to drop our daughter off. Its always ended in a screaming match and him slamming the door on his way out.

I'm looking down at my lap, I can see his hands. His large, rough hands.

We stay like this for what feels like hours. I start to see his fingers twitching and I know he's either about to give up and walk away, or... or he's gonna fight for us.

"Can— can I touch you?" I hear him whisper. Fight.

"Hm." I very so quietly hum, I'm not even sure if he heard it but considering his next action I know he did.

His hands shake as he brings them up to my waist.

I put my hands on top of his and lightly push them back. He takes a step away from me and I stand up and walk around the kitchen island.

I make eye contact with him and see the tear streaks rolling down his face.

"It would be so much better and easier for Hadley to understand." Travis says.

"We can't just be together so it's easier for Hadley! It goes deeper than that." I say with a slightly raised voice.

"She's my baby, my world, I want to make anything in my reach easier for her." Travis says matching my level.