𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝟏𝟑.𝟎 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲

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writing tayvis x kids oneshots are so cute and no one can stop me, sorry x

" oh Pheebs look at this big mess! " Taylor had a soft giggle behind her voice, an image, even if cheeky, so adorable unfolding in front of her. " what's mommy going to do with you? " the 18 month old grinned behind her pacifier, obviously unaware to the trouble she had caused: Taylor's precious, beautifully decorated living room, turned over, pillows scattered around the floor, stray goldfish swimming amongst the rug and the little girls sippy cup spilling on its side, its contents – milk – depreciating rapidly.

Phoebe Marjorie Kelce. The absolute light and adoration of her parents' lives, entering the world just under 2 years ago in amidst beautiful chaos. To Taylor, it felt like just yesterday that she was sat in her hotel bathroom in Indianapolis, clutching the positive pregnancy test, Travis just a wall away from her with big plans of attending that night's eras tour show. Despite the shock and uncertainty, he deemed himself overjoyed with the news, spinning Taylor in glee as they both gushed over the piece of plastic that had brought them the best news. One doctors appointment (where they were stunned to find out she was actually already 8 weeks along), 5 chiefs games and 9 eras tour shows later, the news was out to the world. Taylor had bid her goodbyes to arguably one of the best tours she'd ever done, she shed many tears, which she blamed mostly on hormones but also a lot of reminiscence, looking back on all the memories she made. The fans that night had gone wild at the news and it seemed like a great way to minimise the sadness of the tour ending, a chapter that was so big in her life closed. Turning the page for another.

Phoebe was born on June 13th, after making her parents wait 13 whole days past her scheduled due date – her mother's daughter as Travis had put it– torturing Taylor through an exhausting 19 hours of labour. She will come when she's ready. Was a phrase that annoyed Taylor more and more each time her midwife said it to her, even if she had opted to ignore their recommendations of an induction at 41 weeks and with every agonising hour that passed, she longed for their little girl to be in her arms. It was safe to say, when she finally made her debut at 6:34am that morning, screaming and pink, Taylor could've sworn she cried more tears than the baby did, so grateful for everything to be over. Although, she was certain, the person who cried most that day was Travis, when his little girl got tucked onto his bare chest for the first time, her soft skin laying against his, he would admit, he probably let out more tears than ever before, but that was okay, his emotions came from nowhere but an extremely happy and loving place.

18 months later they had this boundless and energetic toddler, the once calm and dreamy infant, now causing mischief and messes everywhere. If it wasn't for her adorable smile and bright, fluttering green eyes, Taylor would be getting mad a whole lot more than she does, but somehow, the toddler always finds a way to win her over, time and time again.

" Pea, we are supposed to be leaving in 10 minutes and now mommy has to tidy all this mess " Taylor's grinned stayed fixed on her face, she wasn't happy, but how could she not smile at the cuteness and innocence in her daughter's eyes, glaring back at her as if to say I didn't mean to mommy. The reality was, that little girl knew exactly what she was doing, and even Taylor knew that, but getting mad gets you nowhere, deep down, she was just a baby really.

" uh oh " Phoebe's little head tilted to the side as she watched her mother desperately reorganise the living room, the decorative pillows all finding their designated spots back on the couch.

" oh you're your father's daughter alright " Taylor's hand reached for the little girl's torso, tickling her until she was in a pit of giggles.