covered in you | taylor swift oneshots

ꕤ | see you every night in my dreams

ꕤ wren: age eight
ꕤ set: mid-december of twenty-one

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Wrenley Noel Swift was alight with excitement as she buzzed around the TriBeCa apartment. Her chestnut hair glimmered beneath ambient lighting, weaved into two perfectly neat braids down her back, two silk bows the same hue of her dress securing the ends. They bounced with every step, swung with every skip, jolted with every leap. She follows Taylor like a shadow, like she always does, watching anxiously as the apartment becomes fit to house a party. Her party. The very first birthday party she will ever have, or at least, the very first birthday party she remembers being thrown for her. It's not just for her though. The tables sparkle as decorations are laid out, some gold, some purple. The lights are dim, warm and yellow as they shine above hardwood floors. In a handful of minutes, there will be people here to celebrate. They'll be people she knows, like Sadie and Blake, and people she's never met, like Martha and some woman named Diana that Taylor's raved about for weeks. All she can do is watch as the last of everything is set up, hanging off the couch as she sees Taylor move a vase of slowly wilting flowers for the fourth time, unsure of where they should sit to be seen, but not scrutinized. It's not just her birthday that they're celebrating, it's Taylor's too, and it's Taylor's friend Alana. There's something comforting in the shared celebration, something grounding as she counts on attention being balanced between them all equally. As the apartment transforms into a magical venue, cakes and pastries on serving platters beside drinks she's in no way allowed to touch, it dawns on her that she doesn't know how to have a birthday party. She doesn't know how to be celebrated by everyone she knows at one time, or even at all.

Taylor takes another glance at the living room. The couches she and Wren had laid on the night prior have been moved out of the way, giving space for bodies to dance and gather without limitation. The coffee table and end stands that were adorned in crayons and sketchbooks have been cleared off, the clutter replaced with elegant decorations that glitter with every beam of light that falls upon them. It's been months of preparation and strategic planning, weeks of chatter and promise, but now it's all been laid out and seen through. Now, all that's left for either of them to do is enjoy and let loose.

Music plays overhead, loud but comforting as the floorboards vibrate and hum beneath feet concealed by shoes that glitter and sparkle with every step either of them take. It's a song that both Taylor and Wren know well, a song that they'd agreed needed to be on the night's playlist at least twice. Green eyes meet blue from across the room, and invitingly the blonde opens her arms, smiling at her daughter who is hanging upside down on the only couch left in the room. "Come here, my birthday bug."

Taylor takes Wren into her arms the second the little angel is close enough to grab, and the second she's up on Taylor's hip, her rhinestoned pink converse hanging above the planks of waxed hardwood, Wren melts into the comforting touch, anxiety quelling as she leeches onto Taylor's presence. A quiet conversation keeps them occupied until the front door opens, quiet footsteps creeping in. The mood isn't quite set, it's still early in the evening, only minutes after the declared start time that had been on every invitation sent out, but it's getting there. As people accumulate, all greeting Wren and Taylor with warm smiles and tight embraces, the room fills with lively chatter and the music gets turned up louder until conversations are being shouted and only half heard. Taylor has a drink in her hand, some kind of cocktail that's apparently fit for the season of joy and connection ahead of them, but Wren has an orange juice, and everyone who catches sight of her mimicking the way Taylor takes steady careful sips smiles with fondness. She's adorable, that goes without question, but she'd so perfectly Taylor's clone as sharp green eyes analyze the scene around her, sticking to the outskirts of conversation though she smiles wide like she's having the time of her life anytime someone catches her attention.