Lady in RED || Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

We been on a winning streak

Eight Weeks Later

Jayden was late. Again.

Taylor stood by the front window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her socked foot tapping a quiet rhythm against the hardwood. The minutes dragged. Travis had left for the stadium nearly thirty minutes ago, focused but not in too much of a rush to skip his favorite part. He'd scooped Rion up first, cradling him against his chest before lifting his little shirt to blow loud, silly raspberries on the baby's soft belly.

"Zzzzeberts for luck," he said, grinning as Rion's mouth curled into something close to a smile. Travis softened, careful in his gentle giant kind of way.

Taylor had watched, her heart swelling even though she tried to play it cool. Travis adjusted Rion's t-shirt, placing him back down into the baby play mat before stepping into her space. He backed her slowly into the hallway, hand splayed firm on her hips, eyes burning into hers with that crooked, cocky grin that always made her breath hitch.

The second they were out of view, his mouth crashed into hers, slow and deep at first, then hungrier. Like the weeks apart had finally caught up. Like he'd been starving for this.

His hands moved to her waist, sliding lower with a possessive kind of ease. "I've been dreaming about some real mommy and daddy alone time," he whispered, voice gravel and heat against her lips. "And when I get you to myself..."

He trailed off with a low groan, letting his thumb brush just under the waistband of her jeans.

Taylor let out a shaky breath, catching his bottom lip between her teeth. "You better win tonight, Kelce," she teased, eyes flashing. "Because if you do..."

"I'm cashing in. Hard."

He didn't wait for her to respond. Just kissed her again, deeper this time. One hand slid into her hair, the other gripped her hip, anchoring her to the wall as their mouths moved in sync. Weeks of pent-up tension cracked wide open, and it hit like lightning. Hot and fast and full of everything they'd been holding back.

Taylor clutched his shoulders, her breath caught somewhere between a sigh and a moan. He groaned softly, forehead dropping to hers, voice low and wrecked. "Fuck... forget the game."

She smirked, flushed and breathless. "Go. Win."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, then tore himself away with a reluctant groan, grabbing his duffel from the bench. As he moved toward the door, he raised his voice just enough to call a casual goodbye to the family gathered out on the patio.

Hand on the doorknob, he glanced back one last time, eyes still blazing, grin pure trouble that made her knees weak.

"Maybe we both score tonight, Swift." And with a cocky wink, he was gone.

Now, Taylor stood at the front window, arms folded tight across her chest, eyes locked on the driveway. Her heart thudded, not just from the echo of that quick make-out session with Travis, but from the slow, building frustration that came with co-parenting.

Travis didn't ask for much when it came to Jayden. Just time. A few minutes before go time to hug his son, to ground himself in what mattered most.

And Justin knew that.

The irritation simmered just beneath her skin, quiet but weighty. It wasn't anger, not really. It was disappointment, sharp and familiar. Because this wasn't about traffic or bad timing. It was about control, subtle and calculated. Just enough to chip away at Travis's joy. Just enough to remind them that Justin still knew how to twist the knife without leaving fingerprints.

The SUV finally turned into the driveway, braking too quickly, headlights slicing through the early evening as it jerked to a stop. Jayden launched out before the vehicle was fully parked, backpack bouncing on his shoulder, shoes half-laced, jersey hanging crooked.