Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce One Shots

long day

The early morning sun barely peeked through the thick curtains of the Kelce-Swift household. It was a rare, quiet Saturday morning, and the soft chirping of birds outside was the only sound interrupting the tranquility. Taylor stirred in her bed, groggy from a long night of restless sleep. The night had been one of those where their one-year-old daughter, Emma, had woken up several times due to a stuffy nose, a cough, and the general misery that came with being sick.

Taylor glanced over at Travis, who was still sound asleep beside her. His broad chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his arm draped lazily over the edge of the bed. She reached for her phone on the nightstand and checked the time. 7:30 AM. She hadn't had more than a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep, and she could already hear Emma's soft whimpering from the nursery.

"Trav," Taylor whispered, nudging his shoulder lightly. "Babe, she's awake again."

Travis grumbled in his sleep and rolled over, his deep voice still muffled by the haze of sleep. "What's wrong with her now?"

"She's really congested. I think her cold got worse," Taylor said, pushing herself up in bed. Her eyes were bleary, but her concern for Emma's comfort was already taking over. "She keeps waking up and crying, and it sounds like she can't breathe well."

Travis rubbed his face, still half asleep. "Okay, I'll check on her," he muttered, before lifting his large body from the bed with a groan. Taylor watched him for a moment, the gentle tenderness he showed toward Emma always making her heart swell with love.

Travis padded softly toward the nursery, his large frame moving silently through the hall. Taylor pulled herself out of bed, trying to gather her bearings. She followed quietly behind, her mind already turning over the possible solutions to Emma's stuffy nose. She grabbed the saline spray and a bulb syringe from the counter as she entered the room.

Emma, who had been lying on her stomach in her crib, was now sitting up, rubbing her eyes with little fists, her face blotchy from crying. When she saw her mother and father enter, she stretched out her arms with a pitiful whimper, her little face flushed and miserable.

"Hi, sweet girl," Taylor cooed softly, her heart breaking. She immediately reached into the crib and scooped Emma into her arms. The little girl clung to her like a lifeline, burying her face into Taylor's shoulder, clearly feeling miserable.

"I know, honey. I know," Taylor whispered, rocking her gently. "Let's get you feeling better."

Travis stood by, running his hands through his disheveled hair. He was wide awake now, his concern for their daughter clear in his eyes. "She's not gonna let me do anything for her today, huh?" he said with a slight chuckle, though his voice carried a hint of frustration. It was clear he wanted to help but felt helpless as Emma only wanted her mom.

"Looks like it," Taylor said, her lips curling into a small smile as she adjusted Emma in her arms. "She's going to be attached to me all day, I think."

Emma, feeling comforted by her mother's warmth, calmed down a bit, her breathing still a little labored. Taylor held her closely, rocking gently, and gave Travis a weary but affectionate glance. "I'm going to try the saline spray and get her some fluids. I'll call Kylie in a bit to see if she has any other advice."

Travis nodded, taking a seat on the edge of the changing table. "I'll help keep an eye on her, Tay. Let me know if you need anything."

After trying to comfort Emma with her favorite stuffed bear and some gentle lullabies, Taylor felt a little more at ease. Emma's breathing was a bit clearer, but her clinginess was reaching new heights. The little girl would not let go of her mother for even a second. She'd squirm and cry whenever Taylor tried to put her down, which made everything harder.