Lady in RED || Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

Maybe

Taylor groaned dramatically as she waddled into the kitchen, one hand pressed to her lower back, the other rubbing over her massive baby bump. "I swear, if I don't give birth soon, I'm going to start charging this kid rent."

Andrea barely looked up from her coffee, sipping it calmly as she scrolled through the morning news on her ipad. "You've got four weeks left, sweetheart. Maybe."

Taylor let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Mom. That is not the encouragement I need right now."

Andrea smirked, finally glancing at her. "You want encouragement? Fine. You're glowing, you're beautiful, and you're in the home stretch. Also, you're about to discover the true meaning of patience."

Taylor shot her a glare as she carefully lowered herself onto the barstool at the kitchen island. "I don't need patience, I need this baby to evacuate the premises."

Her phone buzzed on the counter, and she grabbed it instinctively, already knowing who's text it was.

Travis - "Good morning, beautiful. How's my baby this morning?"

Taylor smiled despite herself, thumbs quickly tapping out a response.

Taylor - "Grumpy. Your son has declared war on my bladder, my ribs, and my ability to sleep."

Seconds later, her phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime. She sighed, rolling her eyes but couldn't fight the small smile as she answered. The screen filled with Travis's familiar loving grin. "Hey, gorgeous," he said, his voice warm and teasing. "Rough night?"

Taylor propped her phone against her water bottle so she didn't have to hold it. "Travis, I haven't slept in almost a week. I'm considering moving into the pool and living there until the baby comes."

Andrea snorted into her coffee. "That reminds me, I got you something."

Taylor, already suspicious, narrowed her eyes. "Mom... what did you do?"

Andrea set her mug down and suddenly bolted up from her chair. "Hold on, I have something for you," she announced, disappearing into the laundry room.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, watching her mom rustle through a bag before emerging with a bright green inflatable pool float. Andrea held it up triumphantly. "It's an avocado," she declared. "And look, your belly is the pit." Taylor gasped, snatching it from her hands. "You did not just get me a maternity-themed floaty."

Travis was already full-on laughing on FaceTime, shaking his head. "Babe, I don't know if that's savage or supportive."

Taylor turned her glare to her mother. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"I am," Andrea said sweetly. "But I'm also your mother, and I've earned the right to be entertained at your expense."

Taylor groaned, flopping against the counter. "I cannot believe this. My own mother is out here dogging me."

Andrea patted her shoulder, completely unbothered. "Sweetheart, I just spent the last eight months listening to you complain. You are going to look so cute floating with your belly."

Face planting her head on the counter, Taylor shots off "I can't wait for you to experience this, Travis. I hope one day medical science advances enough that men can carry babies. You'd last one week."

Travis grinned. "Babe, I get sacked by 300-pound defensive linemen for a living. I think I'd manage."

Taylor lifted her head just enough to glare at him through the screen. "You don't have a seven-pound human treating your organs like a bounce house."

"Okay, fair," he conceded, still smirking. "But you're so close, Tay. A few more weeks and he'll be here."

Taylor groaned dramatically, letting her forehead back drop down onto the counter. "A few more weeks? Everyone keeps saying that like they want me to go overdue. My lemon hole will not survive an overdue Kelce baby."

Travis, mid-sip of water, nearly choked. "Babe...what?"

Andrea, unfazed, set her coffee down with a shrug. "Well, technically, it's more like a lime-sized hole, and if you go overdue, you'll be ripping that thing to a grapefruit real fast."

Taylor's head shot up, eyes wide with betrayal. "Mother."

Travis, now full-on laughing, wiped a hand over his face. "Ah, oh, fuck, please stop."

Andrea just took another sip of coffee. "I'm just saying, maybe listen to your doctor when she says perineal massage helps."

Taylor groaned again, this time louder. "I hate it here."

Andrea reached over, patting Taylor's hand. "Yes, you do. And you'll get through it just like every other woman has since the dawn of time."

Quick on her toes Taylor fires back. "Oh my God, I know women have been doing this for thousands of years, but that argument is garbage. You know what else people used to do? Give birth in a field with no pain meds and no fancy hospital beds that adjust at the push of a button."

Travis smirked, arms crossed as he watched her spiral. "So what you're saying is, you do want the hospital bed with the magic button?"

Taylor shot him a look. "Yes. And the good ice. The tiny, crunchy ice."

Travis nodded, pretending to take notes. "Got it. Crunchy ice. Anything else?"

"Yes." She sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing. "I want fluffy pillows, a personal foot massage every hour, and... oh!... a small parade in my honor for growing a Kelce-sized human."

Travis smirked. "I'll see what I can do. Maybe a confetti cannon?"

Taylor pointed at the screen. "Now you're getting it."

Andrea patted her on the back, eyes full of amusement looking now at Travis through the phone. "Hear that, Travy? She just needs the simple things with maybe a marching band."

"How about I make sure I have delivery set for post-labor sushi and a perfectly chilled glass of white wine." he winks with a devilish grin. 

Taylor's eyes lit up. "Now that is my man, you get me."

Travis grinned. "Damn right, baby."

"Alright, I'm gonna go sit by the pool and enjoy my morning. You two lovebirds continue your check-in." Andrea says as she kisses the top of Taylor's head before heading outside.

Taylor waves her mom off, looking back at the phone. "I miss you."

Travis's expression softened. "I miss you too. I wish I was there with you but I'll be home before you know it."

Taylor nodded, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over the counter. "I know. Just... two week feels really far away."

"I know," Travis murmured. "But I'm just a text or FaceTime away, okay?"

She gave him a tired smile. "I know."

Travis checked the time and sighed. "Alright, I gotta head to a meeting. But I'll call you at lunch. Also, I expect a photo of you modeling that fancy avocado belly floatie."

Taylor smirked taking the phone and pointing it down at the floatie and then back at her belly "Mmm... yeah, I don't know about that. I think some things are best left to the imagination."

"You mean my imagination?" Travis teased, his voice warm and certain. "I love you."

Taylor's smile softened. "I love you more."

Travis shook his head, grinning. "Impossible." With one last wink, he hung up, and Taylor let out a breath, resting her chin in her hands.

Four more weeks...

Maybe!

A/N - 100k views, thank you so so much . 

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