Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

you said you'd never leave me P2

guys this is a part 2 of the non alternate ending one im so sorry ❤️❤️❤️❤️

i just had inspiration so i'm gonna go with it 😭

this might be kinda long too? idk yet we will see 😌😌

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Two days later

I sat on the couch staring down at my newborn daughter, trying to make sure we were both laying comfortably, or well, as comfortable as you can be two days after giving birth.

I had just brought Sophia home from the hospital, no more than an hour ago, and my anxiety was flying through the roof. I'd been reading books and articles and websites for months about how to take care of a newborn, but I felt like everything had slipped my mind.

I couldn't have been more thankful for all my mom's help. I couldn't do this on my own. She had been my rock the last 9 months. She had come with me to all my appointments, she helped me decorate Sophia's room. She was there with me the day I freaked out over some braxton hicks. She was there for all the times I broke down over Travis, which had been happening a lot more often recently. She was always there. And now she was going to stay with me for another week, just to make sure I would be okay with Sophia. I think she would've stayed with me even longer if I hadn't convinced her to leave after a week. But she'd done so much for me, I wanted her to go back home. She's probably exhausted from staying with her emotionally destroyed, hormonal daughter for so long.

"Try and eat something sweetie." Mom walked into the living room holding a bowl of pasta, and handed it to me. Over the last two days I'd gotten very quickly good at eating with one hand, mostly because I refused to put Sophia down. I didn't want to let her go. I knew putting her to sleep tonight would be hard for me. The midwives said she was allowed to nap on me, and it's actually good to get all the skin to skin contact, but they had to remind me I needed sleep too, and I'd have to put her down to do that.

Last night I hardly slept, not wanting to put her down, but managed to get one or two hours while my mom held her. But that meant today I was incredibly exhausted.

"Thanks mom." I gave her a small smile and sat the bowl in my lap, then started to take small bites.

"When did Soph last eat?" My mom asked as she sat down next to me.

I tapped my phone to check the time and thought for a moment.

"About an hour and a half ago." I took another bite. "She'll probably get hungry soon."

As much as I love Sophia with my entire whole heart, feeding her was something I didn't love. I thought it would be a great mom/daughter bonding moment, but the only real thing it did was make me frustrated beyond belief. No one told me how hard breastfeeding would be. Apparently newborns don't just latch and suck. It's a whole thing, and it's hard.

By the time I finished eating the pasta, it had been just over 2 hours since Sophia last ate, and I could tell she was about to start getting fussy.

My mom took my bowl to the kitchen and I took a deep breath, trying to go into this feed with a good attitude.

"Okay baby... let's do this." I pulled my shirt straight off my head, not really caring about being half naked. The only people around were my daughter and my mom, so it wasn't exactly an issue. I hadn't bothered putting on a bra the past few days, since they just make me more uncomfortable.

I held Sophia's head gently, guiding her in the right direction, and within two seconds, she was latched and sucking away.

I immediately gasped and teared up, "You did it baby! Oh thank god... I love you so much." I cried softly as I smiled at her.