Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

2.1: you're safe with me (tw)

TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

taylor swift has an eight-year-old daughter, hazel, from a previous relationship. after enduring years of emotional and psychological abuse from hazel's father, taylor struggled to leave, feeling trapped by the responsibility of protecting her daughter. despite the toxic and manipulative nature of the relationship, taylor feared the consequences of separating from him while raising hazel alone. however, after finding the strength to finally break free, taylor began dating travis kelce, and for the first time in years, she felt truly safe.

while taylor was able to begin healing, hazel remained deeply affected by the trauma she experienced during her parents' relationship. although she saw that travis treated her mother with kindness and care, her trust in him was fragile, and her anxiety still lingered. hazel often stayed close to taylor, seeking comfort in her presence and struggling to feel secure around travis, despite his best efforts to make her feel at ease. the bond between taylor and hazel remained strong, but hazel's fear and trauma made it difficult for her to fully accept the new stability in their lives.

it was early, earlier than usual, when hazel woke up. the soft light of morning peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the room. she lay there for a moment, stretching under her covers, when suddenly, she felt it, a cold breeze against her legs. her heart sank as she realized what had happened. her bed was wet.

panic hit her immediately. this had only happened twice since she and her mom had left her dad, and both times, her mom had been there to help her clean up, telling her it was okay. but now, the fear was creeping in because travis was here. she liked travis, he was nice... but she was scared, scared of what he might think or do if he found out. her stomach twisted at the thought.

quietly, she slipped out of bed, her small hands shaking as she quickly made the bed to cover up the wet spot. she changed her clothes, stuffing her wet pajamas into the bottom of the laundry basket, her mind racing with thoughts of what her dad used to do when things like this happened. she had to hide it. she couldn't let travis find out. he'd be mad, wouldn't he?

barely breathing, she tiptoed out of her room and down the hall toward her mom's bedroom. maybe if she could just get her mom, everything would be okay. her mom always made things better. as she reached for the doorknob, she heard a quiet voice behind her.

"hey, girlie!" it was travis. he was sitting in a chair by the window, already awake. her heart raced again, and she froze, turning slowly to face him. "h-hey travis," she stammered quietly.

"your mama's not feeling too well," travis said, keeping his voice low and calm. "she was running a fever last night, so i thought i'd let her sleep in. do you need anything?"

"n-no sir," hazel whispered, her voice shaky as she began to back out of the room, her eyes darting nervously toward her mom, hoping she'd wake up soon.

travis gave her a soft smile. "okay, well, if you do need anything, just let me know."

she nodded and quickly left the room, retreating to the living room where she sat on the couch, trying to focus on the tv but her mind kept swirling back to the accident. she spent the rest of the morning glued to the couch, her stomach in knots, waiting for the day to pass.

an hour later, travis walked into the kitchen, his voice breaking the silence. "girlie, do you want pancakes or eggs and bacon for breakfast?"

"pancakes," hazel mumbled, her eyes still fixed on the tv.

travis hummed cheerfully as he made breakfast, trying to keep things light and easy, but hazel barely touched her food. she stayed quiet and distant all day, her anxiety about the wet bed gnawing at her. by the time evening came, she was even more anxious, knowing she'd have to go back to her room, back to the bed she hadn't cleaned up.

when travis came into the living room later that night, taylor still resting in bed, he knelt by the couch. "hey, girlie, do you mind if i tuck you in tonight? your mama's still not feeling great."

her heart raced again, and she immediately shook her head, not wanting him anywhere near her room. travis lowered his gaze, his voice soft. "alright. i understand. you get some rest, okay?"

she hesitated, feeling a sudden wave of guilt hit her for pushing him away. "fine," she muttered without thinking, her voice small and uncertain.

travis gave her a gentle smile and followed her into her room. as he pulled back the covers to help her into bed, he froze, noticing the damp spot on the mattress.

"girlie," he said, his voice still calm but curious, "we told you no drinks up here, remember?" he glanced over at her, not upset, just confused. "why didn't you tell me you spilled something? i would've helped you clean it up."

her heart pounded in her chest, her face flushed as she looked down at her feet, barely able to speak. "i didn't spill anything," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

travis blinked, glancing back at the bed, realization slowly dawning on him. "then why is the bed wet?" he asked gently, but the moment the words left his mouth, hazel's small body tensed up, her hands immediately flying up to cover her face. she was shaking now, terrified of what was going to happen next.

"i-i u-um, i had an accident," hazel stammered, her voice trembling as she cowered, covering her face with her arms, waiting to get hurt.

travis's heart broke as he saw her reaction. he immediately knelt beside the bed, his eyes softening with concern. "oh, sweetheart," he whispered gently, "it's okay. you don't need to hide from me."

he waited, his heart aching as she peeked through her arms, her eyes wide and filled with fear.

"you're not in trouble," travis said softly. "accidents happen, and they're nothing to be ashamed of. i just want to help, okay?"

hazel blinked, her heart still racing, but the fear started to loosen just a little. travis wasn't mad. his voice wasn't like her dad's. it wasn't harsh or angry. it was kind. he was kind.

"r-really?" hazel asked, her voice small and uncertain.

travis nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. "really. i'm just here to help. how about we get these sheets cleaned up, and i'll get you some fresh ones? does that sound good?"

hazel's hands slowly lowered from her face, still unsure but feeling a little bit of the weight lift. she nodded slowly, her fear not completely gone, but she wasn't as scared as before.

travis stood up carefully, not making any sudden movements, and headed toward the closet where he kept spare linens. "you know, when i was a kid, i had accidents too," he said, keeping his tone light as he grabbed a fresh set of sheets. "once, when i was about your age, i had one right before school. i thought my parents were going to be so mad, but all they did was help me clean up and tell me it was no big deal."

hazel looked up at him, a little surprise flickering in her eyes. "really?"

"really, girlie." travis said, smiling as he started stripping the wet sheets off the bed. "it happens to everyone at some point. and i promise, your mom and i are here to help you whenever it does. no yelling, no getting in trouble. just us helping you, okay?"

hazel nodded again, this time feeling a little lighter as she watched travis change the sheets without a single hint of anger or frustration. for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. maybe, just maybe, things would be different now.