Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

3.2: stopping the process.

continuation to series 3: (1. father that stepped up)

"I really need you to sign these papers," Taylor said, handing Joe the paperwork she had been asking him to sign for a little over three months now. Joe took the papers from her hands, read the top of them, and handed them back. 

"The answer is still no. You're not taking my child out of the fucking country." Joe cursed. All Taylor wanted was to get their daughter a passport so that she could take her on a few vacations over the summer before school started again. She wanted her daughter to see the world, and she couldn't do that if Joe refused to give his permission so that Robyn could get a passport. 

"Why are you being so damn difficult about this?" Taylor asked him, rolling her eyes. She was close to just having someone else sign his name so that she could get the passport anyways, but she also knew that if Joe caught wind of Robyn having a passport and being out of country without his permission, they would surely end up in court or jail over it. 

"I'm not about to let you kidnap my daughter with your little boyfriend. It's already bad enough she calls him dad." Joe defended. 

"I can not kidnap my own damn child, and Travis is her stepfather, so she calls him as such." She was tried of having this argument. She was tired of having to explain why Robyn decided to do the things she decided to do. Taylor allowed her daughter to have a mind of her own. She never talked bad about Joe around her, and neither did Travis. Robyn picked up on Joe's terrible parenting on her own and decided that Travis was a better dad than Joe was.

"You tell my daughter shit about me and claim that she doesn't want to come over here anymore. You're a fucked up mother, Taylor," Joe told her. 

"I don't say anything bad about you. She doesn't want to come over here because of the way you treat her. It has nothing to do with me. She has a mind of her own; it's not as if she's two and can't see or understand what's going on around her. She's nine years old."

"Whatever bitch." Joe said. "Take your papers and get out of my apartment."

"Robbie!!!" Taylor called out to her daughter, who was somewhere in her father's place, most likely hiding from him. "Let's go!" Taylor could hear a door opening in another part of the apartment, and soon, she heard her daughter's footsteps approaching the kitchen. 

"Mommy, what took you so long!" Robyn asked, hugging her mother tightly. 

"I was trying to get your dad to sign some papers, but he said no," Taylor told her daughter truthfully in front of her father. 

"Does that mean we can't go see the Eiffel Tower?" Robyn asked, a frown on her face.  Robyn's latest obsession was France and the Eiffel Tower. She wanted a Paris themed bedroom when they moved into their new home once Taylor and Travis were married. 

"No, we can't go there yet. But we'll find somewhere else to go in the meantime, okay?" Robyn let out a sad sigh. Taylor and Travis promised the girl a summer filled with fun vacations, and even if they couldn't go abroad like they originally planned, they would find somewhere else to go that didn't require a passport. 

"I really wanted to go to Paris and get real Paris stuff for my new room," Robyn said, frowning.

"We'll find a way, baby," Taylor told her daughter, taking the bag she was holding from her hand. They started to walk out of Joe's kitchen and towards his door to leave. 

"Why does he have to be so mean? He always says no when we want to do fun stuff!" Robyn as Taylor opened the door. God, she hated how much Joe was hurting his daughter by being a bitter piece of shit. Nothing in this world would make Taylor get back with him; She was happily married to Travis with a 3-year-old daughter with him. Even though she had moved on, Joe refused to do so. "Can we go back to court and ask them if I can stop coming here now?" 

"You have to be 12, baby," Taylor told her, closing the apartment door behind her. 

"I want to be 12 now," Robyn said. Taylor could hear the sadness in her voice. She could tell that her daughter was about to start crying.

"I know, babe. When we get home, we'll talk to Daddy about everything."

***

"What are we going to do, Trav?" Taylor asked, climbing into bed with her husband. Robyn had cried herself to sleep tonight. She was so upset about their plans being ruined by her father. She had been so excited about going to Paris.

"I'm going to call the lawyer and ask what we can do since he keeps refusing to sign the paper. I'm sure there has to be some way to get around him not giving permission. We don't have any ill intent. We just want to go on a family vacation to another country." Travis told her, climbing into bed next to her. He laid in his spot and pulled her close to him. He kissed the top of her head. "That last court date didn't go exactly the way we wanted, but this has to change something. He doesn't want what's best for her. He wants to make you miserable. There's a difference." Travis said. 

"I know, but in the process, he's making her miserable," Taylor said with a sign, she wrapped her arms around Travis, making herself comfortable on his body. "Do you need a passport to go on a cruise? Maybe we can go on a cruise or something that she will enjoy." Taylor suggested. These vacations were for Robyn more than they were for their 3-year-old. She would have fun, but they didn't count of her remembering much of what was going on since she was so young. 

"You think the lawyer will answer if we call right now?" Travis asked, reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing his phone. 

"No, it's late. It can wait til the morning." Taylor told him, letting out a sigh. "Maybe we need to start taking her to court with us when we go. Maybe the judge needs to see how much she hates it there and take away from visitation and take away us needing his permission for every single little thing." 

"The idea of hiring somebody to off him is looking better and better as the days go on, Tay. I know you hate the idea because you don't want to get caught and get in terrible, but God, it would be great to get rid of his ass." Travis said. 

"Please stop saying that. If anything was to happen to him, I don't want it to be because we planned it." 

"I have another thought, but I'm going to keep it to myself for now," Travis told her. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. He reached over to the nightstand and turned off the lamp light.