Wildest Dreams - A Taylor Swift Adoption Fanfiction

Chapter 29: Tree House Rules

Author's note: Wanted to write somethin super cute, please ignore any spelling mistakes and inconsistencies haha Also heavily inspired by I Hate It Here :) <3

I wake up slowly, somehow warmer than I remember being when I fell asleep. Opening my eyes, I realize we're buried under what seems like every blanket in Andrea's house.

"Grandma," I mumble into Taylor's shoulder, still half-asleep.

"Mm?" Taylor stirs slightly, arms tightening around me. "Oh. Yeah, she must've..."

"Ninjad some blankets up here while we were sleeping," I finish, burrowing deeper into our cocoon. Neither of us makes any move to get up.

Sunlight streams through the small windows, catching dust. Everything feels softer up here, safer. Like our own little world away from interviews and chaos.

"We should probably go down," Taylor says eventually, but she doesn't loosen her hold.

"Probably," I agree, pressing closer. "Tree's probably having seventeen different kinds of breakdowns."

"Only seventeen?"

"Well, maybe eighteen." I pause. "But I don't... I don't want to..."

"Move?" she finishes softly. "Me neither."

We lay there in comfortable silence, listening to birds and distant sounds of the house waking up. I can faintly hear Tree's voice - probably coordinating something intense on multiple phones - and Andrea in the kitchen.

"Thank you," I whisper after a while.

"For what, baby?"

"For knowing exactly what I needed yesterday. For not... for not bringing the whole charade up here. For just being my mom."

Her arms tighten around me. "Always"

I shift slightly to look up at her. "Can we just... stay here? Just for a little bit longer?"

"As long as you need." She kisses my forehead. "The world can wait."

We stay there, tangled in Andrea's blankets, hiding from the world in Taylor's childhood tree house. Just mom and daughter, holding each other through the storm.

"Girls?" Andrea's soft voice carries up from below. "I've got breakfast if you're hungry..."

Taylor and I exchange looks, neither of us wanting to break our peaceful bubble.

"I'll go," she says finally, untangling herself. "Be right back."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart." She kisses my forehead. "Not leaving our tree house sanctuary for more than thirty seconds."

Through the window, I watch her climb down and gather what looks like enough food to feed a small army from Andrea. I can hear fragments of their conversation:

"...handling everything..."

"...Tree's got it covered..."

"...just stay up there as long as you need..."

Taylor reappears moments later, somehow managing to climb one-handed while balancing a massive tray and a few bags.

"Room service," she announces, settling back beside me. "Or, well, tree house service."

"Did you grab literally everything grandma made?"

"Obviously. It's tree house day."

I pause in reaching for a muffin. "Tree house day?"