Taylor Swift as a mum oneshots

| 4 | the call home

Taylor was chopping vegetables for dinner when the phone rang. She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and reached for the phone, glancing at the caller ID. "Hey, Trav, it's the school," she called out to her husband, Travis, who was in the living room.

Travis dropped his phone onto the sofa before he stood up and walked into the kitchen. "I'll take it, you carry on baby," he said, sensing it might be important. "Hello?"

"Mr. Kelce? This is Mrs. Peterson from Ivy's school. I wanted to discuss your daughter's academic performance with you. Is this a good time?"

Travis glanced at Taylor, who was now watching him with concern. "Sure, Mrs. Peterson. What's going on?"

There was a brief pause before Mrs. Peterson continued. "I'm afraid Ivy has been struggling in several of her classes. She's failing math and science, and her grades in English and history have dropped significantly. We've tried to address this with her, but there hasn't been much improvement. I thought it was important to inform you, as this could affect her ability to move on to the next grade."

Travis felt a knot form in his stomach. "Thank you for letting us know. We'll make sure to talk to Ivy about this."

He finished the call and after hanging up, he turned to Taylor, who was already searching his face for answers. "She's failing math and science, and her other grades are dropping too," he said quietly. "She hasn't mentioned any of this to us."

Taylor's eyes widened in shock. "Ivy? Our Ivy?" She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Why wouldn't she tell us?"

Travis shrugged, his mind racing. "Maybe she's afraid of disappointing us. We need- God we need her to talk to us about this stuff."

They sat at the kitchen table, trying to figure out a way to make her comfortable enough for her to speak her own feelings. "We need to talk to her, but we can't just confront her and make her feel worse," Taylor said. "We need to understand what's going on."

"Mhm," Travis hummed in agreement. "Maybe we can start by spending some time together tonight, just the three of us, and see if she brings it up."

That evening, they decided to have a family movie night. Ivy came home from school, dropped her backpack by the door, and headed straight for her room. Taylor called after her, "Ivy, honey, go get into something comfy then come join us in the living room. We're having a movie night tonight."

Ivy peeked her head out of her room, surprised. "A movie night? On a school night?"

"Why not?" Travis said, smiling. "We haven't done it in a while. How about you pick the movie?"

Ivy's face brightened slightly as she nodded before racing into her room, pulling open her draw and taking out a white cropped tank top and her grey plaid pyjama bottoms, sliding on a thin knitted cardigan over her shoulders.

She joined them in the living room, sliding in between the pair and selected a lighthearted comedy. As they settled in, Taylor and Travis exchanged a glance over the top of Ivy's head, silently agreeing to wait for the right moment.

Halfway through the movie, Taylor paused it and turned to Ivy. "Hey, sweetie, how's school going?"

Ivy tensed, her eyes flickering between her parents. "It's fine, why'd you pause the film?" she said quickly.

Taylor reached out and gently took Ivy's hand in her own. "Ivy, we got a call from your school today. They told us you're having some trouble with your classes."

Ivy's face turned pale, and she looked down at her hands. "I didn't want you to be disappointed," she whispered.

Travis moved closer, his voice gentle, hand coming to brush some of his daughter's hair off of her forehead. "Ivy, we're not disappointed in you. We're worried. Why didn't you tell us? That's what we're here for, yeah? You come to us anytime and we'll help you out with anything."

Tears welled up in Ivy's eyes. "I tried to fix it myself. I thought I could catch up, but it just kept getting worse. I didn't want to let you down."

Taylor pulled her into a hug. "Oh, honey, you could never let us down. We're here to help you, no matter what."

Travis nodded. "We can fix this though, get you back on track. We'll get you a tutor, and we'll help you with your homework. But you need to promise us that you'll come to us when you're struggling, okay?"

Ivy sniffled and nodded against daughter's shoulder. "Okay. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"It's okay," Taylor said, running a hand down Ivy's back. "We're just glad you told us now. We're here for you sweetie."

Taylor and Travis asked Ivy more questions about her classes and what might be causing her difficulties. Finally, after some gentle coaxing, Ivy confessed the real reason her grades were slipping. "I've been having a hard time at school," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "Some kids have been picking on me. They call me names and make fun of me in class. It's hard to concentrate when they never shut up." She had her hands in her lap, staring down at them as she picked at her nails.

Taylor and Travis exchanged a look of concern and slight anger. "Why didn't you tell us?" Travis asked softly.

Ivy shrugged, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I thought I could handle it because it's not even that bad, but I can't they keep making comments about you guys never being here and stuff to try get my attention."

Taylor hugged her tightly. "Ives, bullying is never something you should have to hide from us. We're going to talk to your school and make sure this stops. And we'll make sure we make more room for family days too."

Travis nodded, his jaw set. "We'll talk to Mrs. Peterson and make sure this gets sorted. And we'll work together to help you with your schoolwork."

They spent the rest of the evening talking about Ivy's what had been going on at school and making a plan to address both the bullying and her grade challenges. By the end of the night, Ivy had dosed off against her mothers shoulder, arms wrapped around Taylors' as if she were her pillow.

Taylor gently shifted Ivy, careful not to wake her. She glanced at Travis, who gave her a small, reassuring smile.

"I'll carry her to bed," Travis whispered, scooping Ivy up effortlessly. Ivy stirred slightly but remained asleep, her head resting against her father's shoulder. Taylor followed them to Ivy's room, watching as Travis tucked her in and brushed a kiss on her forehead, copying his action after him.

Back in the living room, Taylor and Travis sat down on the couch, both feeling a mix of relief and concern. "I'm glad we talked to her," Taylor said softly, leaning against Travis. "But I'm worried about the bullying."

"We'll handle it," Travis assured her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "First thing tomorrow, we'll set up a meeting with Mrs. Peterson and talk to her about it and what to do next."

Taylor nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "And we'll work on spending more time together as a family. She needs to know that we're here, you don't think she believed them do you?" She asked, a hint of sadness in her voice from the idea that her daughter felt like they were slightly pushing her to the side of their chaotic lives.

Travis squeezed her hand. "We'll set aside a day every week. We can make sure she won't think that baby."

The house was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock. They sat there for a while longer before finally heading to bed, Taylor glanced back at Ivy's room, heart aching a little about the situation going on in her life that she could of never been aware of.