Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

Banana Taylor

Taylor's lasik surgery aftermath, minus the infamous scene since we've seen it.

Requested, hope it's okay. :)

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"Tay," Grace walked into the room with three-month-old Alyssa on her hip, "Your mom's flight was delayed so she can't watch you after your surgery, she's not going to be in until tomorrow."

Taylor furrowed her eyebrows, "Tomorrow? It's just rain... fuck, I'll cancel it."

"No, it's fine," Grace laid Alyssa on the little mat on the floor with a few of her toys, "I can do it, I told you that before you asked her to come."

"I don't want to overwhelm you, baby. Alyssa's only a few months old and I know you didn't get much sleep last night. I should just cancel it and—"

"It's too late to cancel! We'll figure it out. Worst comes to worst, I put her in the carrier while I take care of you."

"Are you sure?" Taylor asked, "I'm gonna be high on some pretty serious painkillers and you can't pick between her and I, you know? You need to pick her but I'll need help too."

Grace nodded, "I've got this."

Taylor should have cancelled her surgery.

They would have asked Parker and or Greg for help, but Taylor wasn't comfortable with them seeing her in that state, and it was a good thing because she was a bit of a secret revealing flirt.

Grace had managed to get Taylor and Alyssa both inside after picking her up from the doctor's office, she put Alyssa down in her crib since she was sleeping after getting Taylor to her bed.

"Who are you?" Taylor slurred, giving a dazed smile to her wife as Grace looked at her funny.

"I'm your wife, Taylor. I'm Grace."

Taylor opened her mouth wide, "My wife?! I'm a lesbian? Oh my god, my publicist is going to freaaaaak out".

"She knows, sweetheart. We've been together for over four years. That's our baby in the crib right there, we aren't a secret."

"Our baby... we have a baby?" Taylor looked like she was going to cry, prompting Grace to remind her not to, "Do you have a dick? Is that how we had a baby? I don't remember being pregnant, did you drug me?!"

"We used a sperm donor, I was pregnant," the brunette replied, sitting down next to Taylor who was laying on the bed. The glasses and tape on her face made her look pretty funny.

"Oh," Taylor grumbled, "Well that's good, yeah."

"That I don't have a penis?"

Taylor nodded softly, "Because then I'd have to ask you how big it is and we just met."

Grace chuckled and shook her had with amusement, "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"I can't sleep in a strange place."

"Try it, you might remember that you've owned this house for quite a few years."

"Why doesn't my bed smell like me?" Taylor asked with a lot of sass, "You kidnapped me."

"Because we live in London most of the time, not Los Angeles," the heiress replied, she had a great deal of patience, "What's the last thing you remember?"

Taylor paused to think about it, "I was at my birthday party, my boyfriend... didn't come."

Oh dear god.