daughter of taylor swift and travis kelce imagines

sick

should i do more smut chapters? if so leave some ideas

y/n age: 5

we were at uncle jason and aunt kylie's house for the weekend because it's uncle jason's birthday. everyone was here. grandma, grandpa, nana, papa, uncle jason, aunt kylie, uncle austin, aunt sydney, everyone!

me ellie bennie and wyatt were playing dress up when all of a sudden i felt weird. i didn't feel good at all. my tummy hurt and i felt like i was gonna throw up.

"y/n are you okay?" wyatt asked. then all of a sudden i threw up all over the floor.

taylor's pov

we finished dinner a while ago. the girls were playing dress up peacefully and us adults were playing poker while drinking wine at the table. we were all teamed up. it was me and trav, mom and dad, donna and ed, jason and kylie, and austin and sydney.

trav and i were about to place our winning card down when wyatt came running in.

"auntie tay?!" she said.

"what's up sweetie?" i said.

"um y/n is sick she just threw up everywhere" she said. i quickly stood up from the table and went to the playroom.

"thank you so much for telling me wy. why don't you girls go get uncle trav to put on a movie for you? maybe even some popcorn?" i said trying to distract the girls from y/n getting sick on the floor.

"okay!" they squealed and ran out the room. kylie came walking in.

"is she okay does she need anything?" she asked.

"um she's still getting sick. i'm so sorry...it's everywhere" i said look at the huge pile of puke. "do you have maybe a trash can i don't think she'll make it to the bathroom." i said.

"yeah, yeah of course! also don't worry about it happens to the best of us" kylie said as she passed me a trash can.

"alright ill leave you guys alone" kylie said walking out.

"you okay baby? get it all out" i said as i rubbed her back.

"mommy i don't feel good" she groaned while leaning over the trash can.

"i'm so sorry baby. do you think you're done?" i asked as i held her hair. she shrugged. "alright baby. just take deep breaths you're okay" i reassured her. the next few minutes was just coughing and no throw up so i think she was done.

"mommy there's throw up all over my clothes" she said looking down at her shirt.

"i know baby. why don't you go to the bathroom i'll be there in a sec okay. do you want some water?" i asked. she nodded. i helped her to the bathroom and then left her in there to get some things. i walked back to the kitchen.

"trav can you clean up the throw up on the floor while i get her cleaned up" i asked.

"what? why me?! i can't do throw up! i'll throw up!" he said putting his hands up. his mom and i both gave him a glare of get your ass up. he let out a sigh.

"bro what do i even clean it with?" he whined.

"travis stop being a baby and maybe ask if you could borrow some stuff. you're smart use your brain." i chuckled.

"no i'm not" he muttered. i looked at him again. "fine!" he said.

"thank you!" i said. i quickly filled up a glass of water then went to the room we were staying in and got some different clothes for y/n and made my way back to the bathroom.