Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

mr and mrs

Taylor's POV

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family!" I heard Selena's voice through the double doors, amplified by the microphone she'd be speaking into. "For the very first time..." Travis squeezed my hand and I looked over at him, my cheeks glowing with joy. "May I introduce...Mr and Mrs Kelce-Swift!"

Laughter pealed from my lips as the doors opened, exposing the two of us to the outside of the old church we'd chosen to get married in. A dance floor was constructed in the middle, tables packed with everyone we loved clapping as Travis and I walked down the steps hand in hand. Fairy lights and ivy twined everywhere, lighting up our reception in the most beautiful way. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect. Everywhere I looked, there was a smiling face of someone I loved looking back at me.  

"First dance my love?" Travis murmured, letting go of my hand only to offer it out again.

"Why of course." I said playfully, slipping my hand into his. Travis smiled as wide as I did, pulling me close as our first dance song started to play around us. Thinking Out Loud, the song that had been playing over the radio when Travis had kissed me for the first time in the car dropping me home, sung by one of my best friends who waved at me from the stage. Ed had been elated when we'd asked him to sing one of his songs for our first dance, and had almost started to cry.

"So." Travis smiled as he held me close, pressing his forehead against mine. "Mrs Kelce-Swift, any cold feet?"

"Never." I whispered. "Never in a million years. You're stuck with me now Travis Kelce-Swift." My husband smiled even wider.

"Thank god." He murmured, leaning in to kiss me softly as we danced. "It's in my inside pocket if you want to do it now." He whispered against my lips, and I smiled with a nod.

I knew it would come as the biggest shock to everyone. Travis and I hadn't told a single person about the baby yet, instead deciding to wait until this very moment so that we could tell everyone at once. I was only five weeks, so I wasn't showing and it was easy to pretend like we had no secrets when it was almost all I could think about.

Reaching into Travis' inside pocket, I extracted the tiny baby onesie he'd tucked inside. We'd had it personally printed with big black letters spelling out. 'Baby Kelce-Swift, September 2025'. Unfolding it, I threw my arms around Travis' neck to rest the onesie out on his back. Gasps erupted from the side of the room who could see it and people jumped up, starting to clap. Travis and I turned slowly as we danced, and soon the other side of the room could see it too. The reception descended into a chaos of sobbing family members, laughing congratulations, cheers and claps and whistles as Travis kissed me lovingly. 

"I can't wait for forever with you." He told me. 

"Me neither." I smiled, unable to stop. Married, pregnant, on top of the world. What more could I ask for?

As soon as the song ended, I was swept up in the arms of my parents. Travis laughed as I was pulled away from him, smiling fondly as I wrapped my arms around my Mom and Dad. Mom was crying at the news of my first child, whispering how happy she was for me and Travis, while Dad was trying to keep a calm face but seemed on the verge of tears as well. I started crying myself as I was passed through my family and friends, hugged tightly by everyone as they congratulated me. Eventually, I found my way back to Travis as the music started up again and the reception relaxed into conversation, food, dance, and light stars blinking down at us.

"Hey you." He pulled me into his arms.

"Hi." I whispered as a light kiss was placed on my lips. "How're you holding up?" Travis wasn't the best at crowds, and it helped if I was by his side to even things out a little. But this time he didn't seem worried at all.