Twisted Games

twenty six - taylor

"Do Swift and her bodyguard go back further than we thought?" I read out from my phone, sitting cross legged on my bed with Izzy in my lap as Travis packed around me. "Over the last few weeks, Swift was seen out with a baby, no sign of her bodyguard turned boyfriend. She has refused to comment on whether she is the mother of this baby, but why else would she suddenly be taking care of the little girl?"

"Man." Travis shook his head as he packed more of my clothes. He'd insisted he'd do all of the packing for me, so I'd just been following him around the house as he'd done so. "They're really trying to make it seem like you had a secret baby and never told anyone."

"Swift and Kelce were seen having a passionate reunion at JFK airport yesterday, ramping up the PDA. Kelce sported a large bruise, which leads us to question where he has been all this time." I sighed, scrolling through the article. "Has Swift finally found herself a man who's heart she doesn't want to rip apart just for fun, settled down, and found a family? Oh my god." I huffed. "Do they ever stop?"

Travis gave me a sympathetic smile as he moved another box by the wall, grabbing another and starting to fill it with my shoes. I sighed, putting my phone down and sitting back against the headboard. Izzy looked up at me where she lay on her stomach, resting on my chest. Smiling, I tapped her nose playfully, and she giggled at me. 

"Baby girl, why do you have so many shoes?" Travis groaned.

"Because my feet are worth a lot of money and they deserved to have all the shoes in the world." I said snarkily, and he rolled his eyes at me. "Hey you love me." I whispered.

"Yeah, I do." Travis leaned over and gave me a light kiss, making me smile. "You're cute baby girl, but you really don't need this many shoes." I pouted, and he sighed at me. "Your rich snobbiness is showing."

"Hey!" My smile fell. "I'm not snobby."

"No, no I was just kidding." Travis abandoned what he was doing and sat down next to me. "Baby girl I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just...I never had enough money to buy more than the bare minimum of what I needed. But I didn't mean that."

"No, you're right." I sighed. "I'm not snobby, but I am rich and I've spent a long time having all the money I could possibly need. Sometimes I forget how hard I worked to get here, and how some people work just as hard but don't have that much." Reaching out, I placed a hand on his cheek. "And I don't want you to feel like a charity case or anything, but I want to help you now. Let me help pay for Kylie's treatments, for anything her daughters need, for anything you and Izzy need."

"Tay, no." Travis shook his head. "No that's too much. I can't ask you for that."

"You're not asking." I insisted. "I want to. You've worked so hard to get where you are, and it's time you started doing things for yourself. Let me."

Travis sighed, resting his forehead against mine. He kissed my lips once, twice, three times, and I sighed in relief when he nodded. He'd let me.

We spent the morning packing my clothes, all of the belongings I wanted to take with me. It was sad to see my apartment being condensed into boxes, but we'd be taking all of the furniture with us so it wasn't like it would all be gone. Travis had found a house in Philly that was big enough for a family but hadn't put in an offer because he hadn't had the money, but now that he was letting me help him, I put the offer in for him, high enough I knew it would be accepted. 

I spent a while on the phone with Tree, telling her everything that had happened. She was really happy for me, and even though she swore she wasn't, I knew she cried when I told her that Travis had asked me if I wanted to adopt Izzy. Tree would still be my publicist, just more from a distance now. I could do everything in Philly that I'd been doing in New York easily enough, and even when things weren't easy to figure out, I knew we'd find a way. I had a family now. The man of my dreams and two children.