So High School - Tayvis One Shots

18: Holiday House, Rhode Island

The cold December wind swept through the sleepy town of Watch Hill, Rhode Island, as the Kelce Holiday House glowed warmly against the night sky. The large windows twinkled with the soft flicker of Christmas lights, casting a cozy, inviting glow over the snow-covered grounds. Inside, the air buzzed with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the excited energy of children darting through the rooms.

Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce had invited some of their closest friends and family to join them for a holiday getaway. The gathering included Jason, his wife Kylie, and their three daughters—Wyatt, Ellie, and Bennett—as well as Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, and their four kids—James, Inez, Betty, and baby boy, Olin. It was a full house, filled with joy, warmth, and love, just the way Taylor and Travis had envisioned when they extended the invitation to spend the holidays together.

Taylor, always the thoughtful host, had gone above and beyond to make this trip special for the kids. Each child had their own personalized gift, and Taylor's connection with them was undeniable. From the moment everyone had arrived, the kids were attached to her side, giggling and chatting away as if she were their beloved auntie. The excitement in the air was palpable, especially when the children found out that their gifts had been selected just for them.

The evening unfolded beautifully, with the adults gathering in the large, open living room. The fire crackled in the background as conversations flowed. Blake and Kylie chatted animatedly, while Jason and Ryan tossed playful jabs back and forth about sports, fatherhood, and the chaos of raising kids. Travis stood off to the side, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Taylor move around the house, the kids clinging to her every step. It was a sight that never failed to warm his heart—her ease with children, her natural way of making them feel special.

Wyatt tugged on Taylor's hand, pulling her toward the massive Christmas tree that stood in the corner. "Auntie Tay! Look, I found another present!"

Taylor crouched down to Wyatt's level, her smile bright. "Oh, you did, huh? Well, let's see what it says!"

She glanced up at Travis, catching his eye for a brief moment, her expression soft. It was in these moments, the small, quiet ones, that their connection felt the strongest. A simple look between them carried so much—love, understanding, and the shared joy of this beautiful chaos unfolding around them.

As the night wore on, the kids grew more energetic rather than tired, their giggles filling every corner of the house. The adults watched in amusement, sharing knowing glances as they exchanged stories about their own sleepless nights with toddlers.

It wasn't until much later, when the sky had darkened completely, that Taylor decided it was time to wind things down for the little ones. But the kids, still high on excitement, didn't want to go to bed. Taylor, ever the creative problem solver, knelt down to their level with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, how about this," she proposed, her voice full of playful challenge. "Let's see who can get into their pajamas the fastest. I bet Inez and Ellie are going to win!"

The children's eyes lit up, and before anyone could blink, they were darting upstairs, squeals of laughter echoing through the house. The adults in the living room burst out laughing, watching the spectacle unfold.

Blake, resting her head on Ryan's shoulder, glanced at Kylie and said, "I swear, she's magic with those kids. They didn't even argue."

Kylie nodded in agreement, her gaze softening as she looked toward the stairs where the children had disappeared. "She has this way of making everything fun. It's incredible."

Jason chuckled, shaking his head. "That's Tay. She's got a talent for turning even the most mundane things into an adventure."

The group fell into comfortable silence for a few moments, everyone appreciating the warmth of the evening. Travis, his arms crossed casually as he leaned against the doorway, listened to his brother and friends talk about Taylor with admiration. He was used to hearing praise about her from the world, but hearing it from the people closest to him hit differently. There was something about seeing her through their eyes that made him fall in love with her even more.

After a while, the house grew quiet. Blake raised an eyebrow. "Do you think we should check on them?"

Ryan stretched, smiling lazily. "Yeah, knowing our kids, something's probably on backward or inside-out."

The group stood up and headed toward the room where the kids had been. When they peeked in, their hearts collectively melted.

Taylor was lying on a large, makeshift mattress on the floor, surrounded by all the kids. She had one arm draped over Ellie, while Wyatt had curled up by her other side, and little Bennett had her head resting against Taylor's shoulder. A guitar was gently placed beside her, and it was clear from the peaceful expressions on the children's faces that she had been singing them to sleep.

Travis stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in. His heart swelled at the sight of her lying there, serenading the little ones to sleep with her songs. The entire scene was beautiful and peaceful, and it took everything in him not to just crawl into the pile of children and hold her close.

Blake whispered, "God, I love her," her voice full of awe.

Jason let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Looks like they all picked Aunt Taylor tonight."

Quietly, they decided to divide up the kids. Jason gently scooped up Ellie, who stirred slightly but settled back into his arms. Ryan and Blake gathered their girls, while Kylie picked up little Bennett. As they left the room, Travis stood there for a moment, watching Taylor sleep.

He approached her carefully, not wanting to wake her, though the soft creak of the floorboards made her eyelids flutter open.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Hey, babe." He smiled, kneeling beside her. "Looks like you worked your magic on them."

She glanced at the now-empty room and gave a tired smile. "They're too cute to say no to."

Travis chuckled and helped her up gently, his large hands tender as they guided her. She was still half-asleep, her movements slow and uncoordinated. "Come on," he whispered. "Let's get you to bed."

She nodded, leaning into him as he slipped an arm around her waist. Together, they quietly made their way to the master bedroom. Once inside, Travis set her down on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as he knelt in front of her. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there, filled with affection.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he said softly.

Taylor gave a sleepy smile, leaning into his touch. "I'm just tired."

"Still amazing," he insisted, moving his hands to her legs to untie her shoes.

After getting her shoes off, he gently lifted her sweater over her head, then unclasped her bra with practiced ease. She gave him a sleepy grin, letting him care for her. Travis pulled one of his oversized white T-shirts over her head, then grabbed a pair of pajama pants from her drawer and slid them onto her, his touch always soft, always tender.

When she was fully changed, he took a makeup wipe from the nightstand and carefully wiped off her makeup, his thumb brushing over her cheeks, her lips. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands caring for her.

Once she was comfortable and cozy, he pulled back the covers and lifted her into bed, tucking her in like she was one of the kids he had just watched her lull to sleep. He slid into bed beside her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple as she nestled against him.

"I love you, too," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always," he promised, holding her close as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

As the night deepened and the house settled into quiet slumber, Travis lay awake for a few moments longer, his heart full. This was everything he had ever wanted—a home filled with love, with the woman he adored by his side.