Kaylor Family One-Shots

Deserving It

Taylor's P.O.V

Looking out across the large crowd that is tucked into Madison Square Garden I still can't believe that these people are all here to hear me sing. To sing about heartbreak, love and everything in between. I look up to the back rows and with a nod to my bodyguards I remove the microphone from the stand and make my way down the stairs next to the stage. The crowd screams fill the Garden as I move down the aisles of the large arena and this makes me smile. Walking through the crowds I lean down and hug the smaller children who have come out to look at the show and it makes me smile to know that backstage is my son Dylan, probably listening to some type of punk song on my IPod, god knows why I even let him convince me that I will like it. Shaking my head I hug a guy holding hands with his wife while his daughter screams and jumps around at his feet. He looks at me and mouths 'thank-you' I hug him quickly and move back through the crowd towards the stage. Clipping my microphone back into the stand I listen for the last cues of music to fade away before I take my guitar from Joey and walk towards the end of the stage. After twenty years of doing this it never gets old. Tomorrow I turn 37 and I can't wait. Dylan is nearly 15 and I can't believe how quickly time has flown since Karlie and I adopted him two years ago when he was 13. We met him and fell in love with his character and witty tones.

Looking around the stage I see many familiar faces, people who have been with me since the beginning like Paul and my back-up singers have been around since the RED Tour. This always helps me stay safe on tour but right now I'm having the time of my life. "So tonight I was backstage with Dylan setting up for tonight and I was thinking a lot about what New York means to me and I uhm was wondering, what if I shared some of those stories with you all tonight? Are you keen?" I question, taking out and earpiece to hear the response of the crowd roaring in approval. "Good, good. So uhm..." I state as I begin to strum the guitar, providing a little background noise. "As you all know, I've been a New Yorker for ten almost eleven years now, and I really think that right now I need you all to give a little applause to yourselves for making me want to stay here..." I state giving them the chance to scream again before quietening them down. "So I found the most amazing apartment here in the city, but that wasn't what encouraged me to stay. I stayed because in 2015 my best friend asked me not to go to London, to stay in New York instead and for some reason, I have no idea why, but I listened. I listened to her stories about the city and how it will change me in ways I could never imagine and well I guess I'm honoured to be a New Yorker and to be able to live in this wonderful state so thank-you New York!" I scream as they all break out into a mixture of clapping and screaming. "I also want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a best friend and wife to the amazing Karlie Kloss, well Karlie Swift-Kloss, but whose really taking notice?" I question. "And allowing me to become a mom..." I hear the crowd aww and it makes me smile. "Two years ago Karlie and I adopted our wonderful son Dylan and while he's around here somewhere I just want to thank you all for your support of us and of our love and respecting our son. I love you all!" I shout before I begin to slowly strum Fearless and the crowd screams. Even fifteen years later they still love it. "To show you my love and appreciation for you, here's an oldie, like me..." I state laughing with the crowd. "Here's Fearless." I move towards the large walkway of the stage and start to strum more, reaching the end I begin to sing, and as I look out across the crowd I know that the hard work it's taken to get here is more than worth it.

Less than two hours later I'm backstage having just wrapped up another meet and greet filled with kids and parents who have been fans for years. A few even admitted to having been severe Swifties and Kaylor Shippers back in the day, their kids looking at them wondering when why they didn't remain so cool I laugh and stop by the dressing room to pick up Dylan so we can head home. The trip home is silent as Dylan continues to listen to my IPod and I check my text messages to see nothing new from anyone, which isn't a shock because they know I'm busy today. The trip to the apartment is short and taking my purse and tapping Dylan who moans and gets out we make it upstairs with minimal photos being taken. I unlock the door as Dylan walks in and notices the T.V on so he hands me the IPod probably thinking his mom will be up for a battle on the X-BOX but upon arrival he freezes in front of me and I can't figure out why. But as soon as Dylan turns back to me and asks for the IPod back I understand. There on the couch is the lone figure of one Karlie Swift-Kloss eating cookie dough ice-cream, watching T.V and crying at the same time.  I take one look at Karlie and follow Dylan upstairs, "I'll be in to see you in ten Dylan, you can have the IPod tonight." He looks at me and nods before going and I presume getting dressed. I make my way to mine and Karlie's shared room and change into pyjamas and turning on the electric blanket on our bed so it will be warm when we come up to sleep. Olivia is sleeping on the heated tiles in the bathroom and I leave her. She's getting older, almost ten years old now. We lost Meredith almost three years ago, she wasn't walking right and so Karlie took her to the vet who told her it was cat Leukaemia so we put her down. I miss her a lot, especially after a show like tonight, usually she would have greeted me and tossed me a shady look before slouching off. Smiling I make my way towards Dylan's room, knocking three times he then lets me in and I see him already in his pyjamas and in bed. I kiss him goodnight as he hugs me and tells me he loves me. "I love you too kid. Get a good rest." He nods and lies down but before I'm even out the door he stops me. "Is mom okay?" I nod at him. "Just tired, you know." He nods,
"I get it. I would be too." I smile and shut his door before making my way down towards my wife.

Cuddling up behind Karlie I kiss her cheek. "Hi baby," I state watching her cry silently at The Notebook as it plays on the T.V for the fourth time this week. She turns to me and smiles. "Hi Tay, how was the show?"
"It was good babe, how are you doing today?" I watch Karlie smile and pull me closer and drag my hands over her exposed bump. "We're good today right Ritchie?" She questions as he begins to kick softly. Karlie is eight months pregnant with our first natural child but second child, we found out by accident that he was a boy when I asked the sonographer what the stick was while she was still in the room. This worried Karlie and then they had to tell us it was just his penis. I remember cracking up laughing about it afterwards and then later that night Karlie and I decided to call him Ritchie. I knew he would love it and if not he would have to learn how to because Karlie and I love the name. I lie my hands over hers but she moves her hands so mine are underneath. "Oh babe, feel that!" she states pushing on my hands harder. I smile as I feel our son kicking. It had been a split-second decision for Karlie to carry first but she had insisted so I let her. "He's going to be a football star!" I state turning Karlie towards the end of the couch so I can get behind her and give her a massage that she probably needs. "I think so too, any teams he should play for?" she as we banter back and forward discussing probable careers and eventually decide on whatever makes him happy will be good enough for us. Snuggling closer to Karlie we eventually finish The Notebook and move up to bed where I spoon her all night, one hand on Ritchie which soothes the kicking and lets Karlie sleep.

I wake up in the dark to a cold bed and dark room, checking the clock I see it's only 3.12am but I notice Karlie isn't around and not even in the bathroom because it's all dark. I sigh and move from bed to look for Karlie, I don't even have to walk far as I find her in the nursery near our room rocking back and forwards talking to Ritchie. "...so that's what I'm afraid of little man, please don't cause a lot of pain." I stifle a laugh because Karlie is usually so strong and fearless but I guess labour would scare me too. But then I hear something different, "please don't be mad if your mom and I break up because I'm all fat, this is really the part that I hate so please Ritchie James Swift-Kloss treat me nice and don't be mad..." she trails off as she catches me in the doorway. "Taylor?" she questions as I move closer and closer making her nervous, "what did you hear?" I growl a little and feel a little manly as I kiss her lips and hold her hands tight. "I will love you until my last breath, despite what you look like or how big you are. I happen to like the baby bump and I can live with not seeing your shinny abs because you are growing our baby. I love you and nothing will ever change that, do you understand me Karls?" I question walking backwards and crouching down to rub the bump. She nods but doesn't speak, "Karlie...answer me." I state as she looks at me.
"Okay, I understand." She states as I smile and stand up.
"Perfect then lets go and make-out a bit then sleep." I watch Karlie blush before taking my hand and letting me lead her. She goes to kiss me once we are back in bed but I push her backwards and instead trail my tongue down her long neck which she arches to give me more access. "Mmm..." I hear her moan as I nip it here and there.
"Feel good Karlie?" I question loving the way she moans for me. She nods as my fingers run down to the hem of her tank-top and under it towards her naked breasts due to no bra at night. I fondle her breasts making her nipples stand up and strain against the material. "How about that?" I press as she moves her legs trying to create friction. I laugh and with a shaky hand I help her remove her clothing and soon she lies completely naked under me as I lean over her. "You wet for me?" I question running my finger down her folds and parting them, she groans as I slip a finger in and then pull back, letting this go on for five minutes before pulling back and using my tongue against her. She cums quickly and within ten minutes she is back dressed and in my arms where I question her about herself and she rolls over. "I love it that you know how to make me feel better, I feel beautiful when I'm with you." Which makes me smile as she rolls into a comfortable position before falling asleep, completely relaxed, warm and panic free which leads me to a panic free sleep. When I wake tomorrow I know there will be more issues but for right now all is fine and everyone is happy as they deserve to be.