Lady in RED || Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

Call me daddy?

Taylor stood at the kitchen counter, nibbling on a spicy Cheeto as she browsed a recipe on her phone. She felt him before she saw him. The solid warmth of his chest pressed against her back, his familiar scent wrapping around her like a comfort blanket. Travis's lips brushed against the curve of her neck, leaving a feather-light kiss that sent a shiver down her spine.

Taylor giggled, swatting at his arm half-heartedly. "Hold that thought, babe. We're not exactly alone in this moment."

Travis raised an eyebrow, pulling back slightly to give her a confused look. "Uh... pretty sure we are. No ones working in the house today, it's just you and me."

Taylor smirked, reaching down to grab his hand and guiding it to her growing baby bump. "Not exactly alone," she murmured, her voice warm and teasing.

His brows furrowed for a moment as he processed her words, but then his face softened. "Oh," he said quietly, his hand resting on her belly. "Still doesn't feel real sometimes, you know?"

"Hold on," Taylor said, grabbing her bag of spicy Cheetos off the counter. "Let me show you something. Grab a spot on the couch, this is going to blow your mind."

Curious, Travis followed her to the living room. Taylor plopped onto the couch, grabbing a few pillows to prop herself up. She tugged her sweater up over her belly, revealing the curve that had recently "popped," as she liked to call it. With the Cheetos bag cradled against her side, she popped a couple into her mouth and chewed with exaggerated delight.

"I don't know why I crave these so much," she said, gesturing to the bag. "But then I caved, and guess what? He loves them. Watch."

Travis sat back on the couch, Taylor's legs draped across his lap, his hand resting gently on her calf as his face shifted into a mix of skepticism and intrigue, his focus entirely on her belly. "You're saying our kid already has snack preferences? He hasn't even been born yet."

Taylor smirked, waving him off. "Just wait." She tossed another Cheeto into her mouth and leaned back, resting a hand lightly on her bump. "You have to really pay attention, though. Sometimes it's subtle, but... oh, there!"

Travis squinted, staring intently, and for a second, he wasn't sure if he imagined it. Then, suddenly, there it was again. A small ripple, like an alien trying to press through the surface of her skin. His eyes went wide, his mouth slightly open in astonishment.

"Did you see it?" Taylor asked, her voice giddy as she leaned forward slightly.

"Uh, yeah, I saw it," Travis said, his voice filled with wonder. "What is he doing in there, trying to run drills already?"

Taylor laughed, grabbing his hand and placing it right over the spot where she'd felt movement last. "Just wait. He likes to line up in the same place. Hold on..." She grabbed a few more Cheetos and popped them into her mouth, chewing as she tried not to giggle. "Here he goes. Wait for it..."

Thud. Thud. A tiny but distinct pressure bumped against Travis's palm. His eyes widened further, and his jaw dropped slightly as he felt it again. "Ohhhhh," he breathed, looking from her belly to her face in pure amazement. "That's my boi!" His lips curled into a proud grin as he gently pressed his hand against her bump. "What's up, little dude? Fist bump!" he said, pretending to fist bump her belly.

Taylor burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. "You're ridiculous!" she said, tears of laughter forming in the corners of her eyes. "This kid wants me to eat just junk food, I swear. The other night, I almost woke you up to go on a midnight run for tacos and a slushie."

Travis leaned back, laughing along with her. "You should've woken me up! Tacos and slushies are a valid emergency."

She grinned, but her laughter softened as Travis leaned in and kissed her deeply. He pulled back just a little, his forehead resting against hers. "Hmm," he said, his tone teasing. "You taste like spicy Cheetos. I don't know if I'm into it or not."