getaway car - tayvis ✧˚ · .

- 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 -

A/N: hey guys ! this is set in a reality where taylor and travis are divorced, but they have a little girl together. I really love this idea, should I make it into its own separate book?

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It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind of stillness that rarely graced my life anymore. The sun peeked through the blinds, casting a warm, golden glow across my bedroom. I stretched, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin, and for a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the peace. But the illusion shattered quickly as my phone buzzed on the nightstand, reminding me of the world beyond these walls.

"Morning, Tay. Just a heads up, I'll be picking Evelie up at ten," Travis's deep voice crackled through the phone, filling the room with a sense of familiarity tinged with awkwardness. It had been nearly a year since our divorce, and yet, every conversation felt like navigating a minefield.

"Alright," I replied, keeping my tone light. "She's excited to see you."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too." There was a pause, and I could almost hear him grappling for something more to say. "Thanks for this, Tay."

"No problem, Travis. See you soon." I hung up, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

Our daughter Evelie, a bright-eyed seven-year-old with Travis's athleticism and my love for music, was the one thing that bound us together. She was the glue that kept our fractured family from completely falling apart.

I walked to her room, the soft thud of my footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent house. Pushing open the door, I found her sitting cross-legged on her bed, her small fingers deftly plucking at the strings of a ukulele, a recent birthday gift from her father.

"Morning, sweetie," I said, smiling as she looked up at me with those big, inquisitive eyes.

"Morning, Mommy!" she chirped, setting the ukulele aside. "Is Daddy coming today?"

"Yes, he'll be here at ten. Why don't we get you ready?"

As I helped her dress, brushing her hair into neat little braids, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. When had she grown so much? It seemed like only yesterday she was a toddler, wobbling around on unsteady legs, her laughter filling every corner of our home.

"You know, Daddy's taking you to the park today," I said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice.

"Really? Can we play football?" Her eyes lit up with excitement.

"I'm sure he'd love that." I finished braiding her hair and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Now, let's get you some breakfast."

We made our way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. I set a plate of pancakes in front of her, watching as she dug in with gusto. These small moments, the ordinary routines, were what I cherished most
, even in the midst of all the chaos that our lives had become.

Chapter 2: Memories

As Evelie ate, I glanced at the fridge, covered in magnets holding up photos of happier times. One in particular caught my eye: a picture of the three of us at the beach, Travis's arm around my shoulders, both of us beaming with joy while Evelie giggled between us. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Just as I was lost in thought, the doorbell rang, pulling me back to the present. Evelie's face lit up, and she jumped down from her chair, racing to the door. I followed her, my heart heavy with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

"Daddy!" she squealed, flinging the door open.

Travis stood there, looking every bit the superstar athlete he was, yet there was a softness in his eyes reserved only for Evelie. He scooped her up into his arms, twirling her around as she laughed, the sound echoing through the hallway.