Our Small Miracle - Adopted by Taylor Swift

Part 68

Taylor's POV

Once the girls were tucked up in bed and fast asleep us adults all hung out until ridiculous hours in the morning. I ended up throwing up because I drank a little too much and I was extremely drunk, probably because we had been drinking pretty much since we woke up.

I went into the girls room to check on the both before and thankfully they were both fast asleep. They didn't need to see me in such a state. I ended up falling asleep on the bathroom floor that night which I'm sure was fun but somehow I woke up in bed cuddled up to Travis. "Good morning." He said when I opened my eyes and stretched a little.

He gave me a kiss after I woke up and I smiled up at him. "Ready for another day of drinking?" He asked me, causing me to whine and cuddle closer, closing my eyes. The thought of drinking again made me feel sick but it was part of the trip. Everyone else would be drinking so I had to.

Our day continued to be the same as it was the previous day, lots of alcohol and sunbathing. I hadn't seen either Harper or Ellie much at all, I presumed they were just playing off with the other kids. For food we just had a bunch of snacks and various foods sitting out on the table for the day so I didn't have to worry about getting them some lunch.

At about 3pm I was on my way inside for yet another cocktail. I decided to try finding at least one of my kids. I passed by the living room area of the yacht where I found Ellie sitting on the sofa talking to Harper who was knelt on the floor, coloring against a coffee table.

I made my way over and knelt by Harper, twirling her long blonde ponytail in my hand. I lent forward to try to get a look at her cute little face but I got nothing, her bangs and loose face framing hairs made it too difficult. "You're quiet today honey. Are you okay?" I asked her.

She slowly nodded and continued to focus on whatever she was drawing. "Have you had some lunch?" I asked slightly quieter, making my tone softer. I may be drunk but I know Harper and I know she's in an off mood. When isn't she though? She shook her head and kept coloring. "Breakfast?" I added. Again she shook her head.

I turned to Ellie who gave me a sad smile. "I've been talking to her and she's okay." She assured me. I nodded hesitantly and got up, heading to the food area and looking at what there was. I found a few foods that Harper would definitely eat and put them on a paper plate then found a little bottle of hers and put half of a kids protein shake in it and filled it the rest of the way with milk to dilute it.

I made my way back to the living room area where Ellie was now next to Harper on the floor talking to her. I put the plate beside the coloring book and the bottle in front of her after giving it a shake. "Okay, you know you can come to me if you need anything. Can mommy have a hug and a kiss before I go outside?" I asked her. She shook her head but I went in to kiss her on the cheek anyway. I don't expect her to tense and fall into Ellie's arms trying to keep away from me.

I sighed and made my way outside. We started up some music at about 4am and by 6pm I was dancing like an idiot. I still hadn't heard from harper or Ellie which was concerning but the alcohol helped those thoughts pass quickly.

At about 9pm Ellie came outside looking fuming. She grabbed me by my hand and dragged me to my room. I must admit I stumbled the whole way there and it was only then that I realized that I was waaay too drunk. I sat down on my bed and Ellie stood in front of me with her arms crossed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" She yelled.

That's one way to start a conversation.

"Anyone else who came here with a kid made sure to get them their meals and a drink and keep checking in. Where were you? Am I just your babysitter now? The fact that you abandoned a TRAUMATIZED THREE YEAR OLD While you were drunk knowing FULL WELL that she suffers from anxiety around alcohol. Is it my job now to get her up in the morning? Is it my job to sit with her all day while she tells me how scared she is of you! You fucking but her yesterday, acted all nice then abandon her today. Who do you think you are, her birth mother? Right now you're starting to adopt that woman's traits. Care one minute and not the next. Yes you can put yourself first but you're a fucking parent now you're not always the priority. I had to tuck her in tonight while you danced on tables and made out with Travis! She went to bed crying because you're so drunk that she's terrified to tell you her tummy is killing her from the food she ate! At least Travis checked in on us! Harper might have felt uneasy around him while he's been drunk but he got her a drink when she needed, took her to the bathroom if she needed to go when he came in. Where were you?" Ellie screamed.

I had never seen her lose her temper like that before. I went to speak. "Ellie, I-"

"Cut the crap Taylor! I'm fucking reporting you when we're home. And don't bother going to her tonight, she doesn't want to see you." Ellie told me before getting up and walking back. Taylor felt like a shot to the heart, it's like my heart just sank. I've always been Known as mom for so long now and hearing her go back to Taylor hurt like hell.

I cried for a while but I needed Travis with me. I got up wiping my tears and headed outside. On the way out I saw Ellie heading to Harper's room with a bottle and some kids pain medicine. She also had a pull up and a onesie in her hands too. I tried to give her a smile but she ignored me and headed into the rooms. I could hear Harper's wails from inside and it took all of me to not go in and grab her. I don't want to push Ellie too far though.

I stood by the door to the outside and signaled Travis to come with me. As soon as I got into our room I broke down sobbing. "She's reporting me Travis!" I sobbed, trying my best to take in a deep breath which seemed too far from ease.

After Travis helped me through some deep breaths I explained everything that Ellie had said. He comforted me for a while, most likely knowing that the alcohol wasn't helping my emotions and that I probably felt exhausted. "She's not going to report you, baby. I will talk to her in the morning, Harper isn't going anywhere and neither is Ellie." He told me. I needed his reassurance but it wasn't believable at all.

I nodded and he helped me lay down in bed, handing me one of his shirts to change into when I felt up for moving. I watched him leave to go tell everyone we were off to bed. He popped in to check on Ellie and Harper and I just knew he was worrying for little harper. Her wails could be heard from here, probably a mixture of upset and pain. I knew it wasn't her appendix and was solely due to the food because of her having her appendix about when she first got to us but I still felt worried.

Hearing her cry caused me to later crying even worse, I wanted to run in there and hold her. The only thing stopping me was Ellie. Her words really impacted me.

A/N

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