I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

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You smile as you watch Taylor feeding your son, Eli, some mashed potatoes from her plate. You're at a dinner party, the first one you've gone to after getting married and having Eli. You can feel the eyes of the other guests on you, but you don't mind. Being the only parents there who brought their child is sure to elicit a rise from these aristocrats, high-society snobs. But then you see the hosts', the Kingsleys', son, Tom, who's sitting beside Taylor, start up a conversation with her. He's getting far too handsy. Perhaps he doesn't yet know Taylor's married, or he's simply ignoring the six-month-old child in Taylor's arms and the glistening diamond ring on her finger.

Taylor talks to Tom politely. They were friends, after all, and it would be rude to just ignore the hosts' son. But only a quarter of her focus is on the conversation, for she's also trying to entertain Eli, who has started to fuss.

Tom leans in closer, his hand briefly touching Taylor's knee under the table. "You look... radiant, Taylor. Marriage agrees with you." He grins mischievously, his eyes flicking briefly to Eli, who's now squirming and making soft crying noises.

Taylor jerks her leg away from Tom's touch and turns to Eli, who instantly calms when his mother's attention is solely on him.

Your face darkens. You excuse yourself from the group you were talking to and stride over to Taylor and Tom. "Taylor, darling, would you like me to take Eli for a moment?" Your voice is overly sweet, belying the storm brewing in your eyes.

Taylor looks up at you, looking relieved. She furrows a brow. "Are you done with your food?" she asks sceptically.

"I can be. I was just about to head out to the garden for a smoke. I don't mind taking care of Eli while you finish your meal." You respond with a smile, trying to ease Taylor's wary expression.

Taylor looks at Eli, as if for consultation, before she hands Eli to you, thanking you softly.

You take Eli, cooing at him to keep him calm. You turn to Tom, your smile fading. "Tom, a word?" you ask coldly. Without waiting for a response, you walk away, expecting him to follow. Once you're out of earshot, you round on him.

Tom is looking annoyed that his time with Taylor has been cut short as he follows you out to the gardens. He eyes you and Eli almost angrily. "What?"

You bounce Eli in your arms, rocking him gently as you speak. "I think you were a little too familiar with my wife back there. Touching her knee under the table? Really, Tom? That's not very gentlemanly." Your voice is low, menacing.

Tom laughs snobbishly. "Please," he says condescendingly, "we both know Taylor isn't anywhere near happy with you." He pauses. "She even told me herself," he lies, smirking.

Your expression hardens. You step closer to Tom, backing him up against a tree. "Listen to me, you little shit. Taylor is my wife. She loves me. And even if she was unhappy, it wouldn't give you the right to disrespect our relationship like that."

Tom's gaze flickers down to Eli as the baby starts to coo up at you curiously, his little hands coming up to touch your face.

You glance down at Eli, your expression softening. You adjust him in your arms, keeping one arm protectively around him as you return your gaze to Tom. "You think Taylor would've carried this little guy for nine months and pushed him out if she weren't happy with me?"

Tom rolls his eyes. "She says you forced her into it," he says, once again lying through his teeth.

Your face flushes with anger. You lean in closer, your voice barely a whisper. "If you ever speak about my wife or my family with such disrespect again, I swear to God, Tom, I will tear you limb from limb and scatter your remains across your parents' perfect lawn."

Tom's face contorts in slight fear and disgust. "As if," he scoffs. Eli starts to squirm in your arms, picking up on the tension.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm both yourself and Eli. Tom’s dismissive attitude only fuels your anger, but the last thing you want is to upset Eli any further. You cradle him closer to your chest, feeling his little heartbeat sync with yours. You know you need to de-escalate, for Eli's sake, and perhaps for Taylor's as well.

Tom scoffs, still holding that arrogant smirk. "You're really going to make a scene over nothing? Taylor's just being polite. You can't control who she talks to." His tone is flippant, but there's a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

You feel your jaw tighten. "This isn't about who she talks to, Tom. It's about respect. If you had any sense, you'd understand that. But clearly, you've never been in a relationship where someone actually loves you."

Tom’s face flushes with anger now. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You think just because you’ve got the ring on her finger, you've won? Taylor deserves better than some mechanic, and sooner or later, she’ll see that."

Before you can respond, Eli lets out a small wail, his face scrunching up in distress. The tension in the air is too much for him. You shift your focus to your son, bouncing him gently and murmuring soothing words. You feel the fight drain out of you. Eli needs you calm, not agitated.

You look back at Tom, your voice low but firm. "This isn't worth it, Tom. I'm not going to argue with you. Taylor and I are happy, and nothing you say or do will change that. If you can't accept that, then maybe you should find somewhere else to be."

Tom opens his mouth to retort, but you've already turned your back on him, walking towards the house. Eli's cries have quieted to soft whimpers, and you can feel his tiny fingers grasping your shirt. You know he senses your emotions, even if he doesn't understand them. As you reach the patio door, you pause and glance back at Tom, who still stands there, a dark look on his face.

"Stay away from my family, Tom," you say quietly but with unmistakable finality. "This is your only warning."

Without waiting for a response, you head inside, feeling the cool air of the house wash over you. Taylor looks up from the table, her eyes meeting yours. There's a question in her gaze, concern mingling with the remnants of the relief she felt when you took Eli.

You force a smile, hoping to reassure her. “Just needed some air," you say lightly, crossing back to her side. "And I think Eli’s ready for a nap." You hand Eli back to her as she opens her arms for him, watching as she cradles him with a natural ease that never ceases to amaze you.

Taylor looks down at Eli, then back up at you, her eyes searching. "Are you okay?' she asks softly, so only you can hear.

You nod, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Taylor smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes your heart feel lighter. "I am, now." She glances over to where Tom is still lurking by the garden door. "Thank you," she adds, her voice full of meaning.

You squeeze her shoulder gently. "Always," you reply.

sorry about the lack of updates 😔 I've been way too busy between school and my gf huy but seriously we like moved two months ago and we've only been able to get everything from our old house to here today so yeah

again I'm sorry but I hope y'all enjoy this I love you

Cuddles and kisses,

Zee