Chiefs baby

Valentines day Shooting

February 14th
30 weeks

It's been a couple days since the Super Bowl and I'm so glad to finally be back home. I'm feeling OK. I've just been super Duper tired and have really had no appetite except for frosted flakes which are really random but at least eating something.

today is the Super Bowl celebration parade or whatever I'm not really sure. I won't be going out because my feet, especially my ankles are super Duper swollen and I'm just kind of nauseated , but I will be watching on TV of him and his teammates going around on floats and all sorts of things all around the city. Apparently there is usually a pretty large crowd, and he usually gets pretty drunk and excited when it comes to this event. I mean they worked hard for it so they deserve it. Instead of doing anything crazy I prop my feet up and put on some friends I think watched friends like in full two or three times during the pregnancy.

It's just so hard not being able to go out of the house. My mom offered to cook some French toast since she knows it's my favorite, but I said to her all I really want to eat is frosted flakes and she laughed. Mom stopped by the store and got me some compression socks, not sure if they will make any difference but I guess we will see. I'm not sure who else is at the parade watching but I didn't know. All I know is that Mom and I will be watching from here on my fluffy gray couch with my three fur babies, the parade starts so we switch channels. It is everything I expected: a parade with a sea full of Chiefs fans flags, balloons, jerseys and animals, anything chief they had. My mom looks at me and says "did you ever really expect you'd be here?" I laughed " no mom I didn't think I'd be here. definitely not but I'm so glad I am here. I can't imagine my life any other way now." She smiles at me.

The parade kept going on and all of a sudden I guess I wasn't really fully paying attention but everyone was screaming and running away. I have no clue what happened but the sea of red all of a sudden was gone. I was freaking out. I didn't know what happened or why it happened or how it happened. All of a sudden all the news anchors blew up and there was a shooter at the parade. I mean, you're joking, right a team celebrating their Super Bowl win why would a person decide to shoot? What has this world come to? I was trying not to freak out and my mom is certainly helping by telling me to breathe and calm down and wait a little bit and then try to contact him, but I couldn't. I kept calling him over and over and over again. I needed him, I needed to know that he was OK, I was freaking out. I didn't know what to do. "What if I had to have these babies without him!" "Taylor, please calm down" my mom responded, pulling me into a hug. "Give it a few minutes or they said there's been no death reported yet" my mom responded back.

The kette starts to blow..."no deaths isn't that disappointing! There should have been NO deaths because THIS shouldn't have happened in the FIRST PLACe! Why did these idiots decide to come and shoot up something that was supposed to be fun, something that was supposed to be a celebration? All this is so unfair!! Mom goes to turn off the TV. I know it's only going to stress me out more, but I continue to read any news anchors that come out of any news because anything on TV is just gonna stress me out even more. " Taylor, you need to calm down. I know you're stressed but think about the babies." What if he's not ok I kept thinking

TRAVIS POV
Today is the Super Bowl parade, but most importantly it's Taylor's first Valentine's Day together. I have surprise dinner/dessert plans of all of her recent cravings. I just wanted to do something super special for her because I can't even imagine what it's like being pregnant. However, before, I had a parade to do with my team. I have always loved the Super Bowl parades. This is my third parade this year. I'm more excited than anything. The last time there was a repeat win in the Super Bowl was the patriots just about 20 years ago so this time it's super special.

I hate leaving Taylor especially when she's this pregnant, but it won't be for long and soon I will be back surprising her. During the parade I was going back-and-forth between being in a float and just walking the street. The amount of chief fans that were there was incredible. Everyone was screaming and sharing, and it was so much fun. I was chugging beers, singing, dancing and celebrating with my teammates. However, all of a sudden they were popping noises. I didn't really pay much attention to it because I've been drinking and the crowd was so insanely large. It could've just been a car engine or fireworks but the next thing I knew everyone in the crowd was scattering and the popping noise didn't stop. I grab pat and ran to the nearest store. It was crazy. People are jamming into the store, police, swat, and more automatically.

We're pulling up. Patrick and I were just sitting in the back of the store with tons of civilians hoping for the best I didn't have my phone with me. I left it in the locker of the stadium because knowing me, I would've dropped it or lost it or misplaced it, but I know Taylor is watching the news and I know she's probably freaking out. I just wanted to call her but at the same time I knew that calling her from a normal phone wouldn't be good. No one else can know her number. I was thinking of her. I wanted to be with no one else. As things started to calm down, the police went building by building evacuating us. It took hours, and it was getting really late.

I didn't hear much about what happened after the shooting except some were injured. I wasted no time and didn't even go back to the stadium to grab my stuff. I went straight to my car and went home as fast as humanly possible. I got out of my car and ran to the door, pushing it open and running for Taylor's arms. She was hysterical. She was struggling to breathe and I just was holding her cradling her head telling her over and over that it was OK I'm OK. "It's ok baby girl I'm
Ok". "I can't lose you trav I can't". She responded through muffled words. "You won't love". Her mom gave us space while I kept holding her leading to our room. I lay down with her and hold her tight thinking of what could have been.