Nova [Tayvis Fanfiction]

COSMIC DUST

23 Weeks Post Accident
Taylor Swift's Point of View
As I step up to the Kelce family's door, my nerves feel like they're on overdrive. The holiday lights cast a warm glow over the snow-covered front yard, and I can hear muffled laughter from inside—a reminder that I'm on the edge of something that feels both thrilling and terrifying. I want so much to feel like part of Travis's family, to share this holiday as more than just an outsider.

When the door opens, Kylie's familiar smile and welcoming hug immediately set me at ease. "Hello, stranger," she teases, holding the door wide open.

"Thank you so much for inviting me, Ky." I give her a genuine smile, grateful that she's been my lifeline with his family. I carefully kick the snow off my boots before stepping inside, soaking in the warmth and comfort of a house alive with Christmas.

Kylie raises an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "It was actually Jason's idea."

"Really?" My voice betrays a mix of amazement and confusion. Jason, who's been one of the hardest to read, went out of his way to invite me? It feels like progress, or at least a truce.

Kylie chuckles, closing the door behind me as we walk into the living room. "I was just as surprised, trust me. But he's coming around. We all are."

Before I can respond, she continues, "And I made sure to avoid onions in everything, just in case. I know how the little one feels about them." Her tone is light, but the gesture means so much—she went out of her way to make sure I'd be comfortable, that the baby would be, too.

"Thank you. You didn't have to go to all that trouble," I reply, genuinely touched.

Kylie gives a dismissive wave, smiling as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Hey, you'd do the same for me, wouldn't you? Besides," she adds with a mischievous grin, "I picked up some gnocchi from that restaurant on 7th Street you love just in case. I remember being so picky when I was pregnant with Ellie. There were weeks where all I wanted was cereal and mashed potatoes, nothing else."

I grin and nudge Kylie playfully. "Oh, you really know how to treat a pregnant woman."

She smirks, crossing her arms. "It's like I've had three of my own or something."

"Oh god!" I gasp, eyes widening as the realization hits me. "I didn't even think about that!"

Kylie raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm meeting your kids! I've never met them before! Oh jeez, I have to make a good first impression." I run a hand nervously through my hair. "I didn't bring gifts! Do they know how to use money yet? I have cash."

Kylie can't hold back her laughter, shaking her head. "Taylor, you're fine. Trust me. They're kids—they're just excited to meet you."

"But what if I blow it?" I ask, half-joking but definitely a little anxious.

"Trust me," she reassures me, giving my arm a squeeze, "they'll love you."

I take a deep breath, shaking out my hands. "Okay, I got this. I'm good."

Kylie grins. "Oh, and by the way, I bought ice cream. Just for you."

I laugh, throwing my arm around her shoulders. "Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian and you were my wife."

She bursts out laughing, her whole face lighting up. "You're too much," she chuckles, leading me into the kitchen.

As we step inside, I'm greeted by organized chaos. The countertops are covered in dishes—salads, mashed potatoes, and a casserole or two—all half-prepped and waiting for the final touch. Four dogs are zooming around the house, barking and chasing each other in a whirlwind of fur and paws. And then there are Kylie's three little girls, scattered around the room, each absorbed in their own little worlds.