Tayvis one-shots (3)

New Beginnings (requested)

Hi! This was requested but I decided to change it a little.
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It was NFL Kickoff Thursday, a day that was already special in the Kelce household, but for Taylor, today was more significant than any game day ever. For the past few days, she had felt a little off. At first, she chalked it up to the chaos of touring and her busy schedule, but the morning of the big game, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was different—something life-changing.

After the team left for the stadium and Taylor had a moment to herself, she decided to take the test. The house was quiet, the faint hum of the fridge the only sound as she sat in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test on the counter.

Her heart pounded, and her hands trembled. Could it really be happening? Could she and Travis be expecting their first child?

When the test finally revealed a positive result, tears sprang to her eyes. She was pregnant. Taylor placed a hand on her stomach, overwhelmed with love for the tiny life growing inside her. She could already picture Travis's reaction—how his eyes would light up, that wide, boyish grin spreading across his face.

But for now, she had to wait. She wanted the moment to be perfect. Travis had a big game to play, and she didn't want to distract him with such monumental news. Still, the anticipation of sharing it with him made it nearly impossible to sit still.

That evening, the game had been a victory. The Chiefs started the season strong, and Travis had played like the champion he always was. After the celebration at the stadium and the congratulations from teammates and fans alike, they finally made their way home, both exhausted but filled with adrenaline.

As they entered their house, Taylor couldn't keep the secret any longer. Travis flopped onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. "What a game, right?" he said, his voice still buzzing with excitement.

Taylor smiled, trying to hide her own overwhelming emotions. She approached him slowly, sitting beside him. "Trav, there's something I need to tell you."

He turned to look at her, his expression softening immediately. "What's up, babe?"

Taylor bit her lip, her heart racing all over again. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the tiny pregnancy test she had kept hidden all day. She handed it to him, her eyes locked on his as she said, "I'm pregnant."

For a second, Travis just stared at the test in his hand, blinking as if trying to process the words. His mouth opened and closed a few times, and then, slowly, a huge grin spread across his face. "Wait, are you serious?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion.

Taylor nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Yes, Trav. We're going to have a baby."

Without another word, Travis scooped her into his arms, holding her tightly as he laughed, his face buried in her neck. "Tay, this is incredible. We're going to be parents!" He pulled back slightly, gazing at her with so much love that it made her heart swell. "I can't believe it."

They spent the rest of the night curled up together, talking about their future and what it would be like to have a little Kelce running around. The excitement was palpable, and as the night wore on, they both drifted to sleep, filled with dreams of what was to come.

A few weeks passed, and Taylor's pregnancy progressed smoothly. They had shared the news with their families, who were overjoyed. Travis's parents were especially thrilled, eager to welcome their first grandchild. The couple went for a checkup, and at the doctor's office, they had another surprise waiting for them: they were having a baby girl.

"She's going to be a daddy's girl for sure," Taylor teased as they left the office, holding Travis's hand.

Travis smiled, already envisioning their little girl running around in tiny Chiefs jerseys, cheering for her dad at the games. "She'll be spoiled by both of us," he replied, leaning down to kiss Taylor's growing belly.

A few weeks later, they attended a charity event together. It was one of those glamorous affairs, filled with celebrities, athletes, and donors. Taylor wore a stunning black dress that hugged her baby bump perfectly, and Travis couldn't take his eyes off her the entire night.

As they mingled with other guests, Travis rested his hand protectively on her back, making sure she was comfortable. They were chatting with a few fellow football players and their wives when suddenly, Taylor felt something strange—something she hadn't felt before. A little flutter, right beneath her ribs.

She gasped, her hand instinctively flying to her stomach. "Trav!" she whispered excitedly, grabbing his arm. "I think the baby just kicked."

Travis's eyes widened, and he immediately crouched down, placing both hands on her belly. "No way," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Sure enough, there was another tiny movement. Both of them were silent for a moment, completely captivated by the sensation. Travis looked up at her, his eyes shining with emotion. "She's saying hello," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her belly.

As Taylor's pregnancy progressed, she and Travis spent more and more time preparing for the baby's arrival. They talked about names, colors for the nursery, and how their lives would change once the little one arrived.

One afternoon, while Taylor was out with her friends shopping, Travis decided to surprise her by finishing the nursery. He had been secretly working on it for weeks, coordinating with her design team to make sure everything was perfect. They had gone for a soft, neutral theme with hints of pink for their little girl.

When Taylor arrived home later that day, she found Travis standing proudly in the nursery, a wide grin on his face. "Surprise," he said, gesturing to the finished room.

Her eyes widened as she took it all in—the crib, the little rocking chair, the adorable baby clothes hanging in the closet. It was everything she had imagined and more. "Oh my God, Trav," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "This is perfect."

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Our little girl's going to love it here," he murmured softly. "Just like we do.''

A few months passed, and soon, it was time for the Chiefs' Super Bowl game. Travis had been laser-focused on his performance, but his mind was never far from Taylor and the baby. She was due any day now, and the thought of becoming a father filled him with a mix of excitement and nerves.

The Chiefs won the Super Bowl that night, and it was one of the most incredible moments of Travis's career. But as soon as the final whistle blew, his phone buzzed with a message from Taylor: "It's time."

Travis didn't waste a second. He rushed to the hospital, his heart racing faster than it had during the game. When he arrived, Taylor was already in labor. The next few hours were a whirlwind of emotions, but finally, their little girl entered the world, healthy and perfect in every way.

Travis held their daughter in his arms, his heart bursting with love. "She's beautiful, Tay," he whispered, tears in his eyes.

Taylor smiled weakly, exhausted but overjoyed. "She really is."

They named her Augustine, a name they had both fallen in love with during one of their late-night baby name discussions. And in that moment, surrounded by love and the magic of new life, Taylor and Travis knew that their world had changed forever—filled with love, family, and the endless joy of their new beginning.