Cheeks Pink

Hey, kids, cat are not poisonous!

*Sorry for any wrong typos 

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Taylor Swift sits at her vanity, her smile wide as her makeup team finishes the final touches on her face. She tries to remain still, though her excitement makes her fidget slightly. Her dressing room is quiet, the calm broken only by the chatter of her video call with Travis Kelce.

On her phone, propped against the mirror, Travis lounges on his couch, grinning. "How's my favorite pop star doing?"

"Your favorite pop star is debating between the orange or purple Lover bodysuit," Taylor replies, tilting her head toward the rack of outfits behind her.

Travis squints at the options. "Uh... orange? It gives me major TS12 vibes."

"Shh! Not yet, babe!" Taylor says, placing a finger to her lips with a playful smirk.

"Alright, alright," Travis chuckles, miming a touchdown dance with his fingers. "It just feels more victorious."

Taylor laughs, shaking her head. "Good choice. Football logic applying to fashion—who knew?"

Their conversation flows seamlessly, peppered with jokes and random stories. At one point, a comfortable silence settles between them. Travis leans back, content just to hear the faint sounds of Taylor chatting with her team in the background. Even without words, he feels connected, imagining himself in her world.

As Taylor zips up her chosen bodysuit, the dressing room door bursts open, and two small figures tumble in, their giggles filling the space. Behind them are Kylie Kelce and Mama Kelce.

"Auntie Tay Tay!" Wyatt and Elliott shout in unison, their voices bubbling with excitement.

Taylor spins around, her face lighting up. She kneels, opening her arms as Travis's nieces run to her. Wyatt, in a glittery purple dress and white boots, and Elliott, in a blue dress reminiscent of Taylor's tour outfits, practically glow with enthusiasm.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite mini-Kelces!" Taylor exclaims, scooping them into a hug.

"Girls, be gentle with Auntie," Kylie gently reminds them.

"It's okay, Kylie," Taylor says, beaming as she pulls back to look at the girls.

"You're so beautiful, Auntie Taylor!" Wyatt says, reaching out to touch Taylor's styled hair.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Taylor replies, leaning in to kiss Wyatt's cheek while being careful not to smudge her lipstick.

"I want a kiss too!" Elliott pipes up, tugging at Taylor's arm.

"Of course, how could I forget you?" Taylor laughs, giving Elliott a soft kiss as well.

"Where's Jason?" Taylor asks, glancing at Kylie and Donna.

"He's in the suite with his friends," Kylie replies. "Thank you for letting us crash here before the show."

"Are you kidding? I love having you all here," Taylor says, stroking the girls' hair.

From the phone, Travis interrupts. "What, no one's noticing me over here? Feeling a little left out, ladies!"

Wyatt and Elliott spot the phone on the vanity and rush over, waving excitedly. "Uncle Travis!"

"Hey there, girly!" Travis's smile widens, his eyes crinkling.

"Guess what? We're going to see Auntie Taylor sing tonight!"

"I can see that" Travis says, grinning. "Promise me you'll scream extra loud—for me too, okay?"

"We will!" they shout, jumping up and down.