Tayvis One-Shots

little star

Taylor's POV

I have been to a million red carpets. I've walked in sky-high heels, squeezed into dresses that took an army to zip up, and smiled through flashing cameras more times than I can count. But tonight? Tonight feels completely different.

Because tonight, for the first time ever, we're bringing Ava with us to the VMAs.

Our two-year-old daughter is currently sitting on the floor of our bedroom, legs splayed out, dressed in the most adorable little dress, a soft blush pink one that matches mine. Her chubby hands are gripping a sippy cup, and she's babbling something to her stuffed bunny, completely oblivious to the fact that we're about to introduce her to the world.

I smooth my hands down my dress, nerves creeping up my spine. "Are we sure about this?" I ask, glancing at Travis, who is standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie.

He meets my gaze in the reflection and smirks. "Angel, you faced the Super Bowl of all red carpets alone for years. Now you got me and Ava. We got this."

I let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, but I never had a tiny human in tow who might throw a tantrum at any second."

As if on cue, Ava lifts her sippy cup in the air. "Mama! More juwice, pwease!"

I smile, crouching down to her level. "We'll get you more juice in a minute, baby. Are you excited to go with Mama and Dada?"

Ava blinks up at me with her big blue eyes, then grins. "Go car?"

Travis chuckles, walking over and scooping her up effortlessly. "That's right, baby girl. We're gonna take a car, and there's gonna be lots of people. But don't worry, me and Mama will be right there the whole time."

Ava giggles, grabbing at his tie and tugging it playfully. "Dada pwetty."

I laugh, reaching up to fix the mess she just made. "Dada is pretty, isn't he?"

Travis huffs dramatically. "I prefer handsome, but I'll take it."

Ava claps her tiny hands. "Dada pwetty hans'm!"

Travis presses a kiss to her chubby cheek. "That's my girl."

I shake my head, my heart melting at the sight of them together. "Okay, okay, we need to get going before she convinces you to let her drive the car."

Ava gasps, eyes lighting up. "I dwive?!"

Travis throws his head back, laughing. "Maybe when you're a little older, princess."

She pouts, but it doesn't last long as we make our way downstairs. The second we step outside, the flashing cameras are already waiting, but for the first time, I don't feel nervous. Because Travis is right, I'm not alone. I've got him, and I've got our perfect little girl.

As we step onto the carpet, Ava clings to Travis's chest, wide-eyed but not scared. And when the cameras start shouting our names, she does something that makes my heart burst, she waves a tiny hand and says, in the sweetest voice imaginable:

"Hewwo!"

The crowd melts. The cameras flash faster. And just like that, our little girl steals the show.

I glance at Travis, and he looks back at me, his expression full of love and pride. He leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Told you we got this."

Ava is still smiling in Travis's arms, her tiny hand wrapped around the collar of his suit, when the flashes start coming faster. The energy around us shifts, photographers pressing closer, their voices getting louder, microphones being shoved forward.