[ FAMILY ] t i e s. - a tayvis story.

[ ELEVEN ]

"Selena and Brittany take a lot of pictures of you and the girls." Kylie stood in front of Taylor and Travis' memory wall, staring at all the pictures that covered the wall: pictures of their wedding, pictures of their engagement, pictures of the girls, pictures of Brittany and Patrick, their kids, pictures of Chris and Selena and their little girl. This is exactly like something she once wanted in her own home. A wall of memories to look at, to display for others to see, but Jason thought it would look too cluttered.

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked, confused by her comment. Kylie let out a deep sigh as she turned to look at Taylor, who was setting plates on the table for dinner.

"I'm just looking at all of your pictures," Kylie said, directing her attention back to the wall. "Like the ones of you and the girls in the pool or playing or sleeping. It's cute that they caption these moments for you."

"Travis took those pictures." Taylor corrected her, giving her a weird look.

"All of them?" Kylie asked as she looked at the specific photos she was talking about on the wall.

"Yeah, most, if not all, of the pictures of that wall were taken by me, Trav, or Pop." Taylor placed the last plate down on the table and walked over to where Kylie was standing. "Which picture are you talking about?" Taylor asked once she was near Kylie.

"These," Kylie answered as she pointed to a couple of pictures of Taylor and the girls. "Travis took them?"

"Yeah, he did," Taylor answered. "Does Jason not take pictures of you and the girls?"

"Not cute ones worth hanging up," Kylie said with a little disappointed sigh. Taylor looked over at Jason, who was sitting on the couch with Bennett on his lap.

"Do you have any redeemable qualities?" Taylor asked. She heard Travis let out a little laugh from the kitchen. "Do you do anything cute or romantic for your wife?"

Before Jason could answer her question, Taylor's phone rang. She bent down and picked it up, seeing a California number flash across the screen. "Go ahead," she said into the phone, putting it on speaker.

"We have a problem," the voice on the other end of the phone said. Kylie walked over to Taylor, recognizing the voice of her father on the other end.

"What's the problem?" Taylor asked.

"Ky went on a trip with those in-laws of hers that I told you I can't stand, and suddenly she's gone. I can't call her phone, and her location has been disabled." Kylie's father explained.

"She's fine," Taylor stated simply.

"Explain yourself, Finlay."

"She's with us. We saw each other on the boat, and she ended up coming back with us."

Kylie's father let out a sigh of relief. "That's so good to hear. I don't have to worry about her anymore. God knows I hated that man she was with and his parents."

"Well, he's here with her."

"Well, fuck. Well, at least I know you six will rid us of him if he does something out of line." Taylor couldn't help but to laugh, and hearing the words float through the phone made Travis laugh as well.

"You know it," Taylor said. "But I'll make sure I give her your number once she gets her new phone."

"Thank you, talk to you next time." They said their goodbyes, and the call ended.

"You've been talking to my dad and keeping tabs on me?"

"Yeah, I thought we talked about this already," Taylor said, placing her phone face down on the coffee table the way it was before.