All In: Taylor and Travis One-Shots

3.0 | Fuck Me Up, Florida! On Second Thought, Don't.

By the way, if you haven't answered the Google forms I added, please do. Its on my bio. It's fast but still reallly important. Also, since private massaging is not an option anymore, my email is hastingscomonwattpad@gmail.com

Requests, talking, venting, literally anything, you know where to find me 🫶

"FUCK, TRAVIS!" Taylor whimpered under her breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She moaned out.

She was surrounded by the stove, sweating profusely. The daunting task of preparing dinner for seven kids was not a laughing matter. She was on the brink of tears, utterly exhausted and overworked. The pasta and steak were ready to go, and she was just putting the finishing touches on the veggies - a drizzle of olive oil over the peas, carrots, zucchini, broccoli, and pumpkin. Amidst the chaos of her kids running wild, Taylor called out to their seven-year-old daughter, Spencer, the eldest of the bunch.

"Spence, baby. Can you help mommy set the table?" Taylor asked.

Spencer Beatrix Finlay Kelce Swift came into the world in a dramatic fashion, born at 7:48 p.m. in New Orleans' Caesars Superdome during Taylor's second Superbowl on February 9, 2025. Not only did Travis achieve his coveted three-peat victory, but he also welcomed his first child, a baby girl, on the same day. The only downside of that unforgettable day was the fact that he nearly missed the birth. After scoring a touchdown and getting tackled into the end zone, Travis injured his knee and was briefly sidelined. Sitting next to Andy, he received the surprising news.

February 9, 2025.

"Hey, Big Red. Have you seen Taylor? I couldn't find her in the box," Travis asked, clutching his knee.

"Oh, she's off having a baby," Andy replied nonchalantly.

"Ha, very funny," Travis chuckled.

"No, seriously, Kelce. I just got word to lock down the boxes and beef up security. Taylor's in labor," Andy explained calmly.

"WHAT? AND YOU'RE JUST TELLING ME NOW?" Travis bellowed. "Sorry, Red, but my girl is having a baby. My baby, I gotta go, hope you understand," he said, darting towards the stairs.

"Your knee, Travis!"

"I don't give a damn! Taylor's having a baby!" Travis declared, not bothering to look back

He got there a little after two minutes, still having to find the way to her suite.

"Excuse me, I need to get through," Travis explained.

"I'm sorry, Sir, we can't let you. " The security reasoned.

"I'm the father, and you're gonna let me through, willingly or not." Travis retorted, forcefully making his way to her door. Thanks to the rush of adrenaline, he couldn't even feel his knee. So, he decided to sprint towards her, because why not?

Banging on the door, he screamed, getting in just to see everyone surrounding Taylor, who cried and wailed. She was lying down on a mat they'd improvised. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail. As she clutched onto both her mother's and mother-in-law's hands, sweat dripped down her face. Blake, Lana, Brittany, Keleigh, Sabrina and Kylie, all there, helping her out. Meanwhile Jason, Ryan, Barry, Jack and Ed were all looking at the other side of the room, searching for supplies. Scott held Taylor's head, absolutely shattered to see his daughter in pain. Jason soon noticed Travis had arrived, but there was no time for chit-chatting. Much to everyone's surprise, Taylor didn't have a bump; she only found out she was in labor because of Donna, Andrea and Kylie. Taylor wore red cargo pants, a white corset and a Kelce jacket, plus her René Caovilla Jewelled Heel Ankle Boots in Black. As a bag, she wore her white football bag, rhyme stoned with an 87. But all of that didn't matter now. She was on the ground, crying in such pain, trying to get up. Before Travis hurried to her, he heard her talking.