Lady in RED || Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

King of our hearts

Andrea nodded, her voice calm and steady. "I'd say you're right."

Taylor's grip on the edge of the counter tightened as her anxiety peaked. "It's happening, isn't it?"

Andrea rubbed slow circles on Taylor's back. "It's happening."

Taylor exhaled sharply through her nose. "And of course it happens when I'm soaking wet and in a towel."

Andrea smirked. "Hey, better here than aisle four of a grocery store."

"Helpful," Taylor deadpanned, but there was relief in her voice too. Having her mom here steadied her more than she expected.

From the bedroom, Travis now pacing calls out, "Everything okay?!"

Andrea called back without missing a beat. "You might want to start making calls, Trav! Her water broke. It's go time."

There was a long pause from the hallway, then Travis called out, "Oh...okay! Copy that!"

Taylor let out a groan, leaning against the counter. "God, he's already turning this into a football play."

Andrea chuckled "sweetheart, that's what he does best. Let him run it like a play and let him take over so you can focus on you."

Minutes later, the house was buzzing with activity. Drew and security moved with precision as Travis helped Taylor down the stairs, an overnight bag slung over his shoulder and adrenaline starting to take over.

"This is ridiculous," Taylor groaned as Travis helped her into the SUV. "I shouldn't need an armored convoy to give birth."

Travis grinned as he fastened her seatbelt. "What, no trust in the game plan?"

Taylor leaned her head back. "I'm just saying... Kylie's done this three times, about to be four and didn't need a freakin' SWAT team."

"Yeah, well," Travis teased as he jumped in beside her, "you're not Kylie. You're Taylor fucking Swift, babe."

Taylor groaned mid-contraction. "Ugh, not helping, Kelce!"

"You're doing great," Travis whispered, brushing hair from her face as the SUV pulled away from the house.

As they made their way through the city's quiet streets, Taylor tried to steady her breathing while watching Drew in the front passenger seat, coordinating with the hospital's private entrance security.

"You good back there?" Drew called back without turning.

Taylor clenched Travis's hand. "Define 'good,' Drew."

"Fair," Drew replied.

Fifteen minutes later, the SUV pulled into a private parking garage tucked behind the hospital, shielded from any public view. Taylor let Travis help her out of the SUV, trying to keep her breathing steady as Drew and security quickly surrounded them, ushering them through a back corridor. Her mind spun between contractions as they were brought up to the private maternity section which had already been cleared by her team. It was quiet, controlled. Every nurse and staff member they passed gave her reassuring smiles. As they entered the room, Travis set down the bags while Taylor paced the floor. The contractions were still spaced about six minutes apart, but she was in full-blown nesting-control mode.

"No press, no fans," Travis murmured, scanning the room and peeking into the attached private bathroom. "Your team really pulled this off."

Taylor nodded, one hand gripping the back of a chair as another contraction rolled in. "Until they get wind that I'm here and then all hell breaks loose. I have to keep reminding myself that I have a birth plan, I've done three-hour sets on stage... I can do this."