So High School

Overworked

Dorothea Kelce-Swift was born just over a month ago, and had just hit the stage where she cried at everything. Taylor and Travis adored her, however when you're up every hour of the night with a screaming baby it's hard to feel good.

Two weeks prior Travis had hurt his knee in practice and so wasnt allowed to play, instead instructed to rest it as much as possible before he could go back on the field. He was able to walk on it and the painkillers made him not feel any pain, but he was still instructed to ice it and rest as much as possible.

And Taylor? She was being a superwoman, juggling it all.  It was hard at times, but her family needed her, and so she had to pull through for them. Taylor's labour was long and painful, and the postpartum hormones were still hitting strong. However, she tried to hide this from Travis, as she didn't want others to see that she was struggling.

She was a mother, this was her job, her duty. She couldn't be struggling, her baby needed her.

Taylor woke with a groan as the sounds of the baby's screams pierced through the house. She glanced at the clock, seeing that it was 11:03 pm. She'd only gotten to sleep about twenty minutes ago, the post partum insomnia hitting hard.

"I'll go" Travis mumbled, barely awake.
"No it's fine, you need rest" Taylor smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes as she climbed out of bed.
"You have a performance tomorrow. And an interview" Travis said, sitting up.
"It's fine" Taylor flinched as her bare feet met the cold floor, making her shiver. Travis stopped protesting as he laid back down defeatedly, watching as Taylor left the room.

"Hey darling" Taylor cooed, lifting her screaming newborn into her arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay" she rocked her back and forth, trying to cease her cries.
"Come on Thea, mommy and daddy need sleep" she checked her nappy, seeing that it was empty. Lifting her top, she tried to get her to latch on but she wouldn't. She couldn't figure out what her daughter needed as she writhed in her arms, screaming her lungs out.

"Thea please, help mommy out here" tears built up behind her eyes as she tried to get her to latch but she refused, her screaming causing a headache to brew.
"Please darling" she cried, tears now rolling down her cheeks. She was sleep deprived, running on coffee and energy drinks, and this was just too much for her to handle.

She couldn't do this, couldn't deal with this. She was her mother, how much of a failure did she have to be to not even be able to help her own daughter?

After almost three hours she managed to get her settled, finally daring to lay her back into her cot. She wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath as she went back to the bedroom. Travis was fast asleep, hugging a pillow to his chest. Taylor loved him, she really did, she just wished that he helped more, that he protested more when she said 'its fine'. Obviously it was her fault too, and if she needed help she just nodded to ask. But she didn't want to admit to it, didn't want to admit to the fact that she couldn't care for her own baby by herself.

The rest of the night was filled with her tossing and turning, switching from looking at the ceiling to the wall to Travis's peaceful sleeping face.

Her alarm rang out through the room at 6am and she sat up, running her eyes tiredly. She had gotten nowhere near enough sleep but that couldn't be helped now; she needed to get ready for her performance.

"Morning Tay" Travis mumbled as his eyes squinted open.
"Hey" Taylor smiled, getting up from the bed. She padded into the bathroom and had a quick shower before doing her makeup. She only did mascara and a bit of concealer as her team would fix it up when they were there, but she still wanted to look presentable before then.

She stepped out the bathroom, spotting Travis rifling through his clothes. Him and Thea were coming to watch, well, that is if Thea was in a good mood.

Taylor headed over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of leggings and a hoodide. Her actual outfit was at the venue; she just needed to be comfortable before then.

"I see you got her to go back to sleep then?" Travis commented, coming over to her.
"Yeah" Taylor replied, fighting back a yawn.
"Are you okay? You look exhausted" Travis took a step towards her, brushing a strand of hair back begin her ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine" Taylor forced a smile, turning away from his worried gaze.

"Tay, how long did you sleep for? Are you sure you're okay to perform today?"
Taylor shrugged, pulling the hoodie on.
"Like two hours maybe? I don't know" she tried to brush it off, tried to walk away but Travis grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"Taylor" he sighed worriedly.
"What?! I'm fine, I'll be fine" Taylor pulled her arm out his grasp and left the room, heading downstairs.

"You've got this baby" Travis smiled, four hours later. Taylor had done her interview and was now about to go onstage, clad in her sparky dress. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, Thea in his arms.
"You sure you're okay?" Travis asked peering into her eyes. "Promise you won't overdo it?"
"I'll be fine Trav, I promise" Taylor brushed off his concerns, leaning down to press a kiss to Theas nose.
"Bye bye sweetie, I love you" and with that Travis and Thea left, leaving Taylor alone.

The music started up and the tech guy ushered Taylor on. She took her place between her dancers as the first notes of 'I can do it with a broken heart' rang out through the arena. Just one song. Just one song then she could go backstage, rest, recharge, hang out with the loves of her life. Just one song.

She was barely through the second chorus when she felt a familiar rushing feeling in her head. Her eyes rolled back as the microphone slipped from her hand, dropping to the floor. Her body crumpled and the music and lights cut out as worried cries surrounded her. But she was unaware of all this as she lay, passed out, in the middle of the stage.

Travis knew she wasn't okay. He knew that he shouldn't have let her go onstage up in that condition, but he didn't fight hard enough. And that's all he could think about as he raced down the corridors, Thea already safe in one of Taylor's security's arms.

He skidded around a corner and that was when he saw her. Lying on a stretcher backstage, and she was still, so still. Her eyes were closed, her expression calm as a paramedic leant over her body.

He came to a halt beside her body, panting.
"Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay" he pleaded, grabbing her hand.
"She will be fine, it looks like she passed out from exhaustion. However we will still take her to the hospital for an MRI, just to make sure it's nothing more serious" the paramedic informed him.

An hour later they were in the hospital, and Taylor's scans had been cleared. Thea was now home with Andrea, just until they could make sure Taylor was okay. She hadn't woken up yet, but the doctors informed Travis that it was nothing to worry about. That it was just her body's way of recharging; she had overworked herself too much this time, and Travis was under strict instructions not to let it happen again.

Travis was sat next to Taylor's bed, her hand in his. He couldn't peel his eyes away from her face, scanning over every curve, every freckle. He couldn't forget how scared he was, how terrified he was that he was going to lose her.

Just then her eyelids fluttered and squinted open, revealing her beautiful blue eyes. She blinked, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the light.
"Trav?" She croaked as her eyes focused on the man beside her bed.
"Tay, baby, thank god" he was so close to tears as he pressed his lips to her forehead, cradling her in his arms.
"You scared me baby, you scared me so much" his hand stroked her hair absentmindedly as he held her close, savouring the feel of her body with his.
"I guess I overdid it a bit" Taylor smiled slightly, and Travis laughed.
"I guess you did"

A/N guys I'm gonna write a tayvis pirate oneshot (evelovesreading1234) but I need help what should happen in ittt

I'm *basically* famous now one of my edits on tiktok got like 4k likes (this is a joke ik that's not many lmao)