Lady in RED || Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

Oh yeah. So excited...

Taylor let out a dramatic groan, rolling off Travis and flopping onto her back with all the grace of a stranded whale. "I swear to God, my body is no longer mine. It has been hijacked," she declared, staring up at the ceiling like she was contemplating the cruel fate of the universe.

Travis turned his head toward her, concern flickering in his eyes. His hands, which had been slowly tracing up her thigh and over her hip, stilled. "Tay..." His voice was gentle, cautious.

"I mean, sure, miracle of life, I'm growing a D1 baby, blah... blah... blah" she continued, waving a hand vaguely in the air. "But let's be real, I am constantly uncomfortable. I can't sit right. I can't lay right. I can't even breathe right half the time without feeling like I ran a marathon." She dramatically draped an arm over her forehead. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if this kid's next trick is taking over my brain."

Travis smirked, but before he could say anything, she rolled onto her side, her voice dropping into something more vulnerable. "And, honestly? I don't even feel like me anymore. I'm this weird, swollen, round version of myself, and I don't feel sexy at all. I get it if... you're not as attracted to me right now."

Travis blinked at her like she had just spoken in an alien language. Then, before she could spiral further, he scooped her up and flipped her onto her back again, hovering over her, eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. His fingers brushed through her hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. "Taylor Alison Swift," he said firmly. "You are eight months pregnant and the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Like, ever. I'm obsessed with you, pregnant, not pregnant, doesn't matter. You're incredible, Baby. And we're in the home stretch now."

She wiped at her face quickly, sniffling. "Yeah, and in the home stretch, you are leaving for training camp."

Travis sighed, rubbing small circles on her back. "I know. And I hate it. But I'm only a text or call away. You know we've got our game plan in place if anything happens. Nothing's gonna happen, though. You're just gonna be here, bored, counting down the minutes until family day when you can come visit."

Taylor snorted. "Oh yeah. So excited..."

As the two of them walked down the stairs Travis turned and teased, grinning. "Just you, Mom, and the ever-growing amount of baby stuff taking over our house." Travis glanced around the front sitting room and let out a low whistle. "Sweetie... this is getting out of hand."

Taylor followed his gaze, her hands on her hips as she took in the sheer mountain of baby items taking over every available surface. Gifts from her baby shower a few weeks ago filled the space, diaper towers, designer gift bags overflowing with tiny onesies, an entire travel system still in its packaging, and what seemed like an army of stuffed animals.

Travis bent down and poked at a giant plush giraffe. "This thing is almost as tall as me. Is the baby supposed to ride it?"

Taylor rolled her eyes but smiled. "It's decor, Travis."

"Looks like an invasion to me," he muttered, nudging a pile of neatly stacked baby books with his foot.

Before Taylor could come up with a snarky response, Andrea walked in, arms crossed and a knowing smile already in place. She barely spared Travis a glance before patting his shoulder and sighing dramatically.

"Oh, Travis," she said, shaking her head. "Hot July third trimester hormonal Taylor has officially kicked into overdrive."

Taylor shot them both a glare, flopping onto the couch. "Y'all are rude."

Before they could tease her further, the door burst open, and a whirlwind of Kelce energy blew into the house. Jason, Kylie (now pregnant with their fourth daughter), and the three little girls, all giggling and chattering at once.