TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Little Girl (Part Two)

A/N THIS IS My 87TH CHAPTER (I THINK) SO THANK YOU SOSO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO'S READ IT AND COMMENTED OR VOTED  OR JUST NOT TOLD ME IF IT WAS BAD I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH 

IDK IF YOU NEED TO REREAD PART ONE TO GET THIS BUT BASICALLY TAYLOR AND TRAVIS HAVE A DAUGHTER ELLA WHO'S JEALOUS WHEN THEY TELL EVERYONE THEY'RE PREGGO AND WHEN I WAS GOING THROUGH MY DRAFTS I FORGOT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO A PART TWO 

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Taylor's POV 

The hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors and the gentle coos of our newborn daughter. I was exhausted but happy, my heart so full it felt like it might burst.

But as I looked over at Ella—our first baby, our sweet, spunky little girl—sitting on the couch, clutching her stuffed bunny, I could tell she was feeling a lot. 

She hadn't said much since Travis brought her in. Her little legs swung back and forth, her fingers twisting in the bunny's fur, her expression unreadable.

I knew this was overwhelming for her. She'd been wary of the whole "big sister" thing from the moment we told her about the baby.

And now that her little sister was finally here, I could see the uncertainty written all over her tiny face.

"Ellie-bean," I said softly, hoping to pull her from her thoughts. "Do you want to come say hi?"

She hesitated, looking up at Travis, her lip wobbling just a little. My heart clenched.

Travis, ever her safe place, gave her a reassuring smile and leaned down. "It's okay, baby," he whispered. "She's been waiting to meet her big sister."

Ella's eyes flickered to the baby in my arms. She swallowed hard.

Then, slowly, she nodded.

Travis helped her slide off the couch, guiding her toward the bed. She was still clutching her bunny as if it was the only thing keeping her steady, and my heart ached at how small she looked.

I patted the spot beside me. "Come sit with me, sweet pea."

She climbed up carefully, pressing her tiny hands into the blankets. Her eyes widened when she got her first real look at her baby sister.

"She's so little," Ella whispered.

I smiled. "She is."

Ella blinked. "She doesn't do anything."

A deep chuckle came from Travis, who was now leaning against the side of the bed, watching us with soft, amused eyes. "Not yet. But just wait. She's gonna be crawling all over the place in no time."

Ella scrunched her nose. "That's gonna be annoying."

I giggled, but then I saw the way she was really looking at the baby—curious, but hesitant.

"Do you want to hold her?" I asked gently.

Ella's eyes went big. "Me?"

I nodded. "You."

She glanced at Travis like she needed reassurance. He gave her a slow, encouraging nod. "We'll help you, baby. You got this."

Ella still looked unsure, but after a moment, she let out a small breath and whispered, "Okay."

Travis moved to sit beside her, tucking a few pillows behind her back while I carefully placed the baby in Ella's arms.

Ella's breath hitched.

She was holding her baby sister.

Our newborn barely weighed anything, and Ella held her so delicately, like she was the most precious thing in the world.