Y/N'S POV
"Alright, everyone, say 'Merry Christmas' on the count of three! Ready?" Scott asks as he gets his camera set up.
"One"
"Two"
"Three"
"Merry Christmas!" The Swifts and I shout synchronously. I feel Taylor's hand grip my waist a bit tighter as the camera flash goes off, snapping our first Christmas picture together as a family.
"Perfect! Now let's do some of just the two of us" My girlfriend suggests while maintaining her grip around my body.
I chuckle at her enthusiasm, keeping my stance next to her as her dad picks up the mounted camera.
"Alrighty you two, strike a pose!" Scott says playfully, snapping candid pictures of us.
Taylor and I pose seriously, at first, and then playfully planting kisses on each other's cheeks and throwing up bunny ears before Andrea interrupts us.
"If you two are done being silly, we can unwrap presents now!" Taylor's mom says in a sing-song.
As everyone moves from the foyer to the living room, I pull Taylor down to me and whisper in her ear.
"I know what I wanna unwrap" I flirt quietly with her. I notice the blush on her cheeks and she doesn't try to contain her smile.
"Hmm... Is that so?" She teases back, keeping her arm interlocked with mine.
"Yes, ma'am, it is" I smile back at her. She lets out a soft chuckle before leaning down to peck me on the lips.
"Come on, let me show you what I got you for Christmas" She motions back to the living room, starting to walk in that direction.
We sit on the couch together and Austin sits with us as Scott and Andrea sit in the chairs across from us. Taylor keeps her arm around my shoulders and the other planted protectively on my thigh.
Truth be told, ever since I was released from the hospital, it's like Taylor's keeping me on a short leash. I know she was freaking out when she heard what happened, and yes, I am to blame for her not finding out about it via me. I know I should've changed my emergency contacts a while back when Taylor and I started seeing each other, but I honestly didn't know if she would stick around. Plus that's not something I think about every day. Emergencies just happen, it wasn't like I planned on never telling her. I just didn't update my contacts like I should have, and I paid the price for that.
Taylor seems to be happy that I changed it, granted, she wanted to be the first call, but I want that for her too, so I put her as my number one contact. Yes, I feel like shit for that not being the case in the first place, but as I said, I learned that lesson the hard way.
But in all honesty, ever since I was released, it's like Taylor's afraid to leave me on my own or let me do things by myself. I know my girlfriend is already super protective, but now, it's like she's treating me like some baby bird that she has to do everything for. I get that she was really worried, but she feels the need to go with me everywhere.
Remember how the nurses explained that I needed to call someone whenever I had to get up or even use the bathroom? Yeah, Taylor is still following that rule even though I was released yesterday. I can walk just fine... I mean, there is some pain here and there, but she really utilizes this buddy system by heart. I can't tell if she's worried something will happen again, but the doctors reassured her that I'll be back at 100% in a couple of weeks. Maybe then she'll chill out.
"Here, let me get your presents" Taylor whispers to me before getting up and striding over to the tree and picking out our gifts. I hate to complain about how helpful she's been, but I need her to know I can do things on my own.
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Romance~BOOK 2~ Y/n and Taylor have had their ups and downs throughout their relationship. From misunderstandings and miscommunication to moving in with each other and building a life together, their love for one another is unmatched. With the Era's tour k...
