One Shots of Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

Forever Highschool

Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay... I started my freshman year of college! Its been a crazy few months... Anywho off with the story! This is a short one but at least I got one out eh?

The sun was barely peaking out of the horizon, but the Swift-Kelce household was already alive with the morning buzz. Taylor hummed quietly, cradling her steaming coffee mug in one hand and balancing her wiggling three-year-old, Maisie, on her hip. With her plush pink bunny clutched tightly in one hand, Maisie let out a soft whine, burying her head into her mother's warm, reassuring neck. Her golden curls were a tangled mess from her night's sleep. She was a wild sleeper, much like her mother.

"Mommyyy! I can't find my other shoe!" Emilia, her seven year old daughter, called from the mudroom, her voice frantic and muffled because of the pile of coats she'd pulled down in her attempt to search for her favorite pink princess heels.

Taylor sighed, glancing at the clock, it only read 7:00 am, but it already felt like noon.

"Check the garage Mils, I think Daddy said he saw one out there"

Hearing footsteps, Taylor glanced up to see her oldest, Lucille, who had just turned fifteen, striding into the room in a short skirt and crop top that would surely make her father drop dead. She had inherited Taylor's wild, curly blonde hair, though it was clear she'd spent the morning taming it with a straightener. A hint of shimmer glossed her lips, completing her look with a touch of teenage defiance.

"Lucy, baby," Taylor started, her tone soft but pointed as she shifted Maisie to her other hip. "Don't you think thats a bit... much? Especially for school?"

"Mooomm, all the other girls dress like this!" She whined, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Taylor sighed, taking a sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her as she considered her next move. "You know the dress code, Lucy," she said firmly. "But maybe if you pair it with your sweater..."

Just then the front door creaked open, and in walked Travis, cheeks flushed from his morning jog, earbuds dangling around his neck. His eyes immediately landed on Lucille, and his brows shot up.

"Whoa, hold up," he said, his voice low but commanding. "What's with the outfit, Lucy?"

Lucille turned to him with a glower, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "It's just a crop top and a skirt, Dad. It's not like I'm going naked. You don't understand fashion, Dad."

Travis scoffed, and took a step closer. "First of all, your old man was a fashion icon back in the day, just ask you're mother. And you're fifteen, Lucy," he said, his voice firm. "I don't think it's appropriate for school."

Taylor held in a chuckle as she thought of Travis' high school outfits. He was far from the 'fashion icon' he claimed to be. 

Lucille's cheeks flushed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Dad, it's fine! You're just overreacting."

Travis didn't budge, his stance firm. "Go change."

Lucille groaned, shooting a look at Taylor. "Mom, you promised that Dad wouldn't make a big deal out of it."

Taylor just shrugged. "I promised nothing."

With a dramatic huff, Lucille turned on her heel and stomped upstairs. Taylor couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for her own teenage years, though she knew better than to let that show on her face. Travis walked over to her, a smirk playing on his lips.

But before he could officially greet her, Emilia bounded in, proudly holding her recovered pink princess heel in one hand. 

"Found it! Daddy, guess what? I'm a princess today!" she declared, doing a dramatic little twirl that nearly toppled her over.

Travis chuckled, sweeping her up in his arms. "You're always a princess, Mils."

As he settled Emilia down and gave Taylor a quick squeeze around the waist, Travis leaned in, whispering, "Think we'll survive the teen years, babe?"

Taylor laughed softly, her voice low. "One morning at a time, Kelce. One morning at a time."