Taylor Swift Mother Imagines

Helping Hand

This was requested by harper-blake06 and honestly I waffled so much in this that I'm not even sure if I properly completed the request but I'd written so much so I didn't wanna get rid of it. Enjoy!

Age: 3

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TAYLOR'S POV

I've been sitting on the end of mine and Travis' bed, him standing in front of me. We've been having the same conversation for about an hour now, and he's repeating the same questions over and over again.

Does he have a reason? Multiple. Is it still frustrating? Extremely. I get that he's worried about me and the kids, and i understand that hes feeling guilty, but he won't be gone for too long. It can't be too hard, right?

"Taylor it's all away across the country. Do you really think you'll be okay?" He questions as his eyebrows knitted together in concern. "I mean Finn and Auggie are causing chaos everyday, and Y/n just turned three. She doesn't understand why I have to leave but you get to stay."

"I've told you already and I'll tell you one more time - I'll be fine." I say, pausing between each of the last three words to finally get my point across.

"Tay," He sighs, crouching down to my level and taking my hands in his. "You're eight and a half months pregnant and you wanna take care of two absolute wild six year old and an adorably clueless three year old – alone?"

"Travis I swear to god of you repeat yourself one more time ‐"

"Okay, okay. Just remember if you need any help or anything at all, you can call my mom and she'll be here straight away."

"I know, it's the same everytime. Now shouldn't you be going if you wanna make your flight?" I ask.

He nods as he stands up from in front of me, letting hold of my hands only to hold his back out to help me up from the bed.

"Alright, let's go downstairs so I can say goodbye to the kids." He says while pulling me up from the edge of the bed, and walking out the door.

"Trav, Y/n's having a nap right now, remember?" I remind him as he stands at the top of the stairs.

"Oh, well can't we wake her up? I wanna say goodbye."

I sigh before turning and heafing down the hallway to the door to Y/n's room.

I push open the salready slightly open door, padding quietly over to the small bed in the center of the room. I spot Y/n curled up in the middle of the bed, her favourite teddy clutched close to her chest, her blankie draped over her and Dibbles sleeping beside her head.

I gently stroke her hair out of her face before speaking in a soft whisper.

"Baby, it's time to wake up. Daddy's leaving soon we've gotta say goodbye to him."

She stirs, opening her eyes to meet mine before she reaches her arms out to be picked up.

"Oh, sweetie I can't pick you up for a while remember?" My doctor said I should refrain from any strenuous activities and said that picking up my child is one if them.

She nods slowly, bringing her fist up to rub her eyes and pushing herself up to get out of bed, Dibbles following close behind.

She keeps her teddy tucked under one arm, extending her arm up for me to hold her hand which I do so gladly.

As we enter the living room, we spot Travis and August practically wrestling in the middle of the room and Finn cheering them on from the couch.

"Trav," I call out, only for my attempt to fall on deaf ears.