Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

75.4: three's a crowd. (tw)

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DRUG USE

continuation of series 75: (1. business meeting, 2. they can wait, 3. where i wanna be)

"Princess?" Travis said, not bothering to look over at the couch where she was laying with his oldest daughter cuddled up with her. After she picked his two oldest kids up from daycare, she proclaimed she was tired and in need of a nap. She made sure the kids were settled before she laid down on the couch that was placed in his office. 

"Hm?" She hummed in her sleep, not moving a single muscle. She was comfortable, and she needed this time to rest. She had given birth to their daughter only two months ago, and she still hadn't bounced back to her normal self. Luckily, having a child with the boss of your job and dating him had its peaks. He had been drowning in paperwork while she was on her maternity leave. He planned to let her stay home with the baby as long as she wanted to without bothering her about coming back while still paying her, but once she saw how he was struggling, she ended up back at work before she was even originally supposed to be back. 

"Are you sleeping?" He asked, as he looked at a paper that was in his hand, still not bothering to look in her direction. 

"Yes," Taylor replied softly. Her eyes were very much still closed as if she was asleep. Travis just chuckled. Putting the paper he was holding down. He looked down at the two-month-old that he was holding, feeding, and repositioning the baby's bottle. Looking into the eyes of his younger daughter, all he saw was her mother. She looked just like Taylor's baby pictures that he had seen around her apartment. Her eyes were the brightest shade of blue he had ever seen in his life, and he had never felt so much love for a little human. Of course, he loved his other two children very much, but there was something about having a child with someone he was actually in love with that felt different.

"When is my meeting with Anderson?" Travis asked, as he looked back up at his calender on his computer. He didn't see the meeting, but knew he had one soon. 

"Thursday at 10:45," Taylor answered, still mostly asleep. This was proof that she could do her job in her sleep.

"Thanks," he replied, as he typed in the information into his calendar. The office fell silent, apart from the sound of Cassidy drinking her bottle and the sound of Dawson's iPad. Emory was surely fast asleep in Taylor's hold if she wasn't babbling or whining about wanting to watch Cocomelon videos.  

Travis opened his email and started a reply to one that had been sitting in his inbox for a few days that he had been meaning to reply to. He was so focused on replying back to numerous emails that he hadn't noticed the paper in his arms had fallen asleep. He glanced down at her, removed the bottom from her little lips, and placed it on his desk. He wiped the milk from around the little one's lips with her bib, removed it from around her neck, and threw it onto his desk. 

"Travis!" The voice of his wife filled his ears and his office just before her body appeared. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers instantly going to his temples in annoyance. 

"Shhh, Mommy, Tay, Sissy, and the baby are sleeping," Dawson, who had looked up from his iPad and at his mother, said. He was sitting comfortably on the couch, with his legs dangling over Taylor's. Both he and Emory loved Taylor, and even at the ages of 4 and 2, they could tell the difference between the way she treated them verses how their own mother treated them. 

"I don't give a fuck about that!" Amanda, Travis's wife, yelled. 

"That's very rude," Dawson replied. 

"Shut up," Amanda told the little boy, as she directed her attention back to her husband, noticing the baby he was holding in his arms. "So your whore finally had your little bastard child."