𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝟕.𝟎 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
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disclaimer: I'm warning you now this is the saddest chapter I've ever written so read at your own risk.

Travis' pov

" I know girly, i know you don't like getting dressed but mommy was so excited to put you in this outfit " i cooed gently to my 5 month old daughter, trying to wrestle her tiny, wriggling legs into her onesie, one Taylor had doted over since the day she bought it– back when she was 6 months pregnant. " you know Frankie, you're mommy would've loved you so much, she would've giggled so much when you spit up all over my shirt yesterday, I wish she was here to sing you to sleep, you're not so fond of daddy's voice huh? " I rocked my baby girl, trying to shush her whimpers from getting dressed

Franceska Taylor Kelce. Mine and Taylor's perfect, most adorable baby girl. She was the only part of Taylor I had left now. Taylor passed away 5 months ago, giving birth to Frankie. It was horrific, that day, was the worst day of my life. I never dreamt of ever losing Taylor, she was my other half, my rock, my wife, she was, she was everything to me. We'd been so excited when we found out she was pregnant, when we found she was a girl, Taylor had spent hours obsessing over Pinterest boards, making sure we had a nursery perfect for our baby. It pained me that she'd never get to put her little girl to sleep in that room, the room which had been a haven of safety through her whole pregnancy. I was sure, if we hadn't of had Franceska, I would be reunited with Taylor, but I'd promised her, whilst she was slipping away, she made me promise, whatever I did from now on, was for Frankie, and I will never break that promise.

" here baby girl, shall we go and see mommy? I'm sure she'd love to see your outfit " I carry Frankie downstairs, grabbing her car seat from its occupied space at the front door, slipping her arms through the straps and buckling it securely. I covered her with a blanket, one Taylor had made when she was pregnant, she'd got really into sewing, and was so excited when she completed this blanket. And I tucked one of Taylor's shirts next to her, her clutching it, instantly pulling it up and rubbing it against her face. She's taken a great liking to that shirt, since the day i brought her home, and I dared to ever wash it, knowing it would remove the last scent she will ever have of Taylor.

I drove with a heavy heart to where Taylor's gravestone was. The news had recently gone public, and I knew how devastated the fans were, tributes had been everywhere and I couldn't bring myself to watch them, I sobbed every single time. Our families had been so wonderful, always checking up on me, asking if I needed someone to stay with us, but truthfully, I just wanted to be alone with Frankie, her little blue eyes piercing up at me, just like Taylor's did.

" hey honey, happy 36th birthday " I said, quietly kneeling down to the grey stone in front of me, placing Franceska's car seat down, so it was also facing it. " Frankie and I brought you your favourite flowers " I placed the bouquet down, amongst the many that were already here, but I knew Taylor would've found these the most special. " Frankie's been working really hard on sitting up, oh and she holds her own bottle now too. She's such a happy baby Tay, always giggling and smiling for everyone, she's just how you imagined, constantly trying to move, like she was in your belly " I pause. Remembering what taykor had once said.

" you've got yourself a kicker here Trav " taylor giggled, as we climbed into bed after a long day, her hands resting gently on her 7 month belly, rubbing over the sore spot.

" really? She kicking hard? " I grinned, feeling where her hand was, intense flutters making themselves known underneath my palm.