TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Mama's Boy

Summary: Donna is protective when Taylor meets her for the first time

i need to snap into the christmas mood cause even though i've been doing christmas thigns non stop it doesn't feel very christmassy like it felt more christmassy in september

guys i've listened to california by chapell roan aproximately 894825640236578640231747634578283764563786 times this week so if she doesn't play it when i go to see her in august i will cry

it's the christmas holidayyyysss

once again ty for 2000 votes 

Taylor's POV

I wasn't exactly nervous to meet Donna Kelce, but I was... hyperaware. Travis had been talking about his mom since the day we met, and it was clear she was the most important person in his life.

"She's gonna love you," Travis had assured me a million times, his arm slung casually over my shoulder. "How could she not? You're perfect."

But meeting the mother of a self-proclaimed mama's boy was not a casual event, and I was acutely aware of that as we pulled into the Kelce family driveway.

"She's protective," Travis had warned on the way over, though his tone was light. "Just don't take it personally if she grills you a little. That's her thing."

"Grills me?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"Yeah, you know, asks some questions, makes sure your intentions are pure," he said with a grin that I didn't find particularly reassuring.

I raised an eyebrow. "Am I meeting your mom or interviewing for a job?"

"Both," he said, laughing.

When we walked through the front door, Donna Kelce greeted Travis with a huge hug, immediately enveloping him in a warmth that made me understand exactly why he was the way he was.

"And this must be Taylor," she said, turning to me. Her smile was friendly but assessing, like she was already mentally ticking boxes on a checklist I couldn't see.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Kelce," I said, extending my hand.

She ignored it and pulled me into a hug instead. "Call me Donna," she said, patting my back.

When she pulled away, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "So, Taylor, what do you do?"

"Uh, I'm a musician," I said, even though I knew she already knew that.

"Hmm," she said, nodding thoughtfully. "Busy schedule, huh?"

"It can be," I admitted.

She glanced at Travis, who was already raiding the kitchen for snacks, then back at me. "I hope you're making time for my boy in between all that. He deserves someone who prioritises him."

There it was—the grilling.

Travis's POV

I could hear Mom starting her usual interrogation, but I wasn't worried. Taylor could handle herself. She was sharp, charming, and way more patient than me. Plus, Mom wasn't as tough as she thought she was.

"Mom," I called from the kitchen, my mouth half-full of whatever leftovers I'd found, "stop scaring her off before she even sits down."

"I'm not scaring her," Mom said, her voice defensive but playful. "I'm just making sure she knows what she's signing up for."

"Pretty sure I do," Taylor said, her voice steady but sweet.

I leaned back against the counter and grinned. She was already holding her own.

Taylor's POV

Dinner was... an experience.

Donna asked me about everything—my career, my family, my thoughts on football, my favourite recipes (as if I could compete with her legendary chicken and dumplings). It felt less like a dinner and more like an audition for the role of "Future Mrs. Kelce."

But Travis was right there the whole time, cracking jokes and deflecting some of the tougher questions. And every time Donna said something that made me pause, he'd squeeze my hand under the table, like he was silently reminding me, You've got this.

"Do you cook?" Donna asked at one point, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.

"Uh, sometimes," I said honestly. "But I'm not exactly a pro in the kitchen."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "Well, Travis likes a home-cooked meal."

"Good thing he's great at ordering takeout," I shot back, earning a laugh from Travis and a tiny smirk from Donna.

Travis's POV

By the time dinner was over, I could tell Mom was warming up to Taylor. She'd stopped asking as many questions and started telling embarrassing stories about me instead—always a good sign.

"And then," Mom said, laughing so hard she could barely get the words out, "he tried to climb back into the window, but his pants got caught, and he was just dangling there, yelling for help."

"Mom," I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

Taylor was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. "Please tell me there's a picture of this."

"Oh, there is," Mom said, grinning.

"I'm leaving," I said, standing up dramatically.

"Sit down, Mama's boy," Mom said, waving me off.

Taylor looked at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mama's boy, huh?"

"You knew what you were getting into," I said, sitting back down.

Taylor's POV

By the end of the night, I felt like I'd survived a rite of passage. Donna wasn't just protective of Travis; she adored him. And honestly? I couldn't blame her.

As we were leaving, she pulled me aside.

"He's a good boy," she said, her voice softer than it had been all night.

"I know," I said, smiling. "And I promise I'll take care of him."

Her eyes searched mine for a moment before she nodded. "Good. Because if you don't, you'll have me to answer to."

I laughed, but there was a part of me that knew she wasn't entirely joking.

Travis's POV

On the drive home, Taylor was quiet, staring out the window with a small smile on her face.

"What're you thinking about?" I asked, glancing at her.

She turned to me, her smile widening. "Just that I see where you get it from."

"Get what?"

"Your heart," she said simply.

I reached over and took her hand, my chest tightening in that way it always did when she said stuff like that.

"She likes you, you know," I said.

Taylor laughed. "Really? Because it felt like she was trying to see if I'd crack under pressure."

"She only does that to people she likes," I said. "If she didn't, she'd just ignore you."

"Well, I'm glad I passed the test," she said, her voice light but sincere.

"You didn't just pass," I said, squeezing her hand. "You aced it."

A/N Do we want a reversed one with king scott?

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