What I Want

Chapter Forty Five

Taylor's P.O.V

It's 4.28am but for some random reason I can't sleep. I came to bed from the couch a little over two hours ago but sleep refuses to come back to me. My bed feels empty, the apartment feels dead and I feel like crap. I'm angry at my job, angry at the paparazzi that line our street and I'm extremely mad at one Cara Delavigne although I have to admit she hasn't been pictured anywhere since leaving our apartment yesterday morning, there is no way to know when she will crop up so as I lie there I begin to think. 'How will we deal with this? Tree's going to kill me.' Then all of a sudden it hits me, an interview. Sitting up quickly and turning on the bedside light I grab my notebook that is always there for times when I need to write down lyrics, flipping to a new page I grab my pen and write 'INTERVIEW' in large letters at the top of the page, under it I begin to list all of the amazing interviewers I have had since establishing myself as a pop singer. The main ones that spring to mind is Ellen DeGeneres, Jimmy Fallon, Alan Chatty (The Chatty Man), The Talk with Sharon Osborne and then there is David Letterman too. I quickly eliminate Alan Chatty since he is in London, then Ellen and The Talk since they're in L.A so I'm left with Jimmy or David. Thinking about it I realise that I haven't seen Jimmy since his finger injury so I really want to see him about that, plus he loves kids and has a daughter now which is cool. Smiling I quickly write Jimmy Fallon under INTERVIEW and then I begin to list the things I want to address. I quickly decide to make it an open time interview but one that's shorter than an hour. Jotting down ideas I come up with the main ones, Alison Paige Swift-Kloss, my marriage to Karlie and Cara Delavigne. Smirking as I write Cara's name with huge block letters I know that this will stop any rumours and also establish that I am married and have a family. Glancing at the clock I see it's now 5.49am. 'Gosh that took ages.' I sigh flipping off the light and hoping for an hour or so of sleep before I call Tree but this idea quickly vanishes as Allie begins to grumble from her nursery. I groan but get up and traipse into her room where her grumbling stops as she sees me. "Mum...mum...mum..." she chants pulling herself up the side of the crib. Smiling I take her and blow a raspberry on her stomach as she giggles.

Carefully crouching down I lie her on her changing mat that Karlie has slid under the crib, it makes it easier to access although I always put it near the changing table. Grabbing a box of wipes and a fresh diaper with a Winnie the Pooh picture on the front I quickly strip the wet nappy and change it, thankful that it's an easy change. Not that I mind the dirty ones either. Allie is soon smiling as she plays with the box of wipes as I redress her. I glance down and see her looking at me as Olivia stumbles through the door. The poor cat is obviously still tired as Allie spots her and quickly rolls over so she can crawl to her, I smile and let Allie go and since we put safety gates at the top and bottom of the staircase she can't go anywhere else. I turn away and hunt out some warm clothes for her. Quickly deciding on an owl jumper and a pair of denim pants that cuff at the ankle to prevent socks falling down with a white and grey striped onesie underneath it which looked cute as I lay it all down. Before turning around I grabbed a pair of white baby socks that Allie is yet to wear since many of the outfits we put her in are either full body suits that include footsies or since it was summer on tour she went without shoes. Smiling as I remember many of the stops on tour I turn and see Allie on the ground playing with Olivia's tail while Olivia sniffs Allie's wet diaper. "Olivia..." I scold as Allie turns to my voice and reaches before chanting. "Mum...mum...mum..." I kneel back down as Allie comes back and I strip off her pyjama onesie before redressing her in the white onesie and putting socks on before slipping on the pants and finally adding the jumper. Taking a quick snap of her I send it to my mom by email so she will get it later as I let Allie sit while I put the dirty diaper in the rubbish bin in the corner by the change table and put the wipes box back. Walking back to her I scoop her up before taking her downstairs to prepare some breakfast.