Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

almost time

I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I felt anything but pretty right now - my 40 week bump probably had something to do with it. I felt like a whale. As much as I adored being pregnant, I was over it, and just wanted to meet my daughter. My hair was piled into a messy bun on top of my head, and I let out a sigh, my mind swirling with all the things I needed to do before I went into labour.

I shifted uncomfortably, my eyes drifting downwards to the spot between my thighs that had been out of sight for weeks now. I sighed deeply, realising if I wanted to do this, I wouldn't be able to do it alone.

"Travis!" I called out, my voice echoing through the bathroom. I heard his footsteps quickly approaching. From the day I was 37 weeks pregnant, he had been on high alert, eagerly waiting for me to go into labour.

"You okay?" he asked, stepping in and placing his hands gently on my hips.

I bit my lip, feeling a little embarrassed. "I, uh... I need a favor," I mumbled, glancing up at him.

"Anything," Travis smiled, "What's up?"

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cheeks from turning red. "I... want to be a bit more... presentable, you know, down there, for when I give birth," I admitted, waving my hand towards my belly. "But I can't exactly see - or reach it - myself."

Travis blinked at me, and then a slow grin spread across his face. "You need help shaving?" he asked.

"Yeah," I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I want it to be nice and tidy. It's silly, I know, but- "

"Hey, it's not silly at all," he interrupted, stepping closer and cupping my face in his large hands. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, then that's what we'll do." His voice was so soft and understanding, I could've cried right there on the spot.

I exhaled in relief, nodding, "Thank you," I whispered.

Travis squeezed my hand and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto the tip of my nose. "Why don't we do this in the shower, it might be easier."

I nodded, and Travis leaned in to turn on the shower, letting it warm up while I took off my clothes. I stepped in, and Travis took off his own clothes and stepped in after me, kneeling down so he was more level. The warm water was like heaven, instantly soothing the aches all over my body from carrying all this extra weight.

"Alright, can you put your legs apart a bit?" He said and I giggled, separating my legs slightly.

Travis grabbed the razor and a bottle of shaving gel, squeezing a bit into his hands before rubbing it onto my skin. "Alright..." he murmured, his touch gentle and steady.

I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other resting on the shower wall for support - since I could barely stand up ok my own these days. Travis took his time, moving the razor smoothly over my skin.

"You're being so gentle," I muttered, my eyes half-closed as I let myself relax. "It's like you're sculpting a masterpiece down there or something."

Travis laughed softly, his warm breath against my belly. "Only the best for my girl," he replied. "Gotta make sure I do it well." I giggled.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he carefully rinsed off the remaining gel, looking up at me with a proud smile. "Done," he declared. "How does that feel?"

"Couldn't tell you" I sighed, glancing down at him, "I can't see or reach down there, but I'm sure you did a great job." I laughed softly, and Travis started to get up, but I stopped him. "Um... since you're down there already, could you do my legs too? I feel like a yeti," I admitted sheepishly.