Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

84.1: don't put up a fight.

"Piggy tails!" Skye, Taylor's almost three-year-old daughter, yelled, patting her head. Taylor let out a laugh. The little one loved her pigtails and would always request them whenever she was in the mirror about to get her hair done. 

"Okay, okay. Piggy tails it is then," Taylor told her baby girl. She picked up the comb and spray bottle, spraying the little girl's hair so that she could detangle all of the curls and knots that formed overnight.  She was getting her daughter ready to spend the next few days with her father, Travis, the man from whom Taylor was currently separated.  Taylor combed and brushed through the little one's hair until every knot had melted away. She tied the child's hair in elastic bands, giving her two perfect pigtails. She finger curled the handing pieces and looked at her daughter. "All done," Taylor said. 

"All done!" Skye exclaimed during the baby sign language for the words she spoke, her paci between her teeth. Taylor picked the little girl up from where she was sitting in the sink and placed her on the floor. The doorbell rang at the perfect time. "Daddy here!!!" Skye yelled as she bolted out of the bathroom, through Taylor's bedroom that she once shared with Travis, and to the stairs. 

"Need some help?" Taylor asked the little one when she finally caught up to her. Taylor laughed, scoped her up, and jogged down the stairs to get to the door. 

Taylor opened the door once she reached it. "What the hell is going on? Why was no one at the gate?" Travis asked the second the door opened. Taylor rolled her eyes at him. He was always worrying, always on edge when it came to her and Skye. 

"I gave Drew and the others the day off. It's Thanksgiving. They deserve to be with their families today and not watching me." Taylor told him as he walked into the house. 

"Daddy!" Skye exclaimed, reaching for her father. Travis took her into his arms and furrowed his eyebrow at the soothing tool in his daughter's mouth.

"Hey. Give me that," Travis told the toddler, taking the pacifier out of her mouth and laughing. "No more pacis. You're a big girl now." Skye crossed her arms across her chest and pouted at her father. "I thought we said no more pacifiers, Tay?" he asked, looking at Taylor. 

"I don't know where she got it from, and I didn't think to take it from her while I was doing her hair," Taylor replied to him. Doing Skye's hair could be a task, and with her pacifier in her mouth, she never cried or made a fuss. She knew her daughter was getting too old to have one still, but she also felt that the toddler would grow out of using one in her own time without them having to take it from her. "But she's all ready to go," Taylor told Travis, folding her arms over her chest. Travis looked at his little girl and then back at her mother. The same person. Somehow, he and Taylor cloned Taylor when they created Skye. They folded their arms the same when they were upset with him. They made the same faces. They had the same hair and eyes. Skye was Taylor. 

"Skye distracted me, back to the problem at hand. Where is your security?" Travis asked, changing the subject back to what it was when he walked in the door. 

"I told you, I sent them home to spend time with their family for the holiday. They don't need to be here today. I'll be fine by myself," Taylor told him. 

"Like hell if you think I'm about to leave you here alone without someone guarding this place," Travis told her. 

"Travis, it's not that big of a deal. Go have Thanksgiving dinner with your family. I am fine," she tried to tell him sternly. She turned on her heels and headed towards the stairs. 

"No, Tay. I'm not leaving you here. You're either going to come with me or I'm staying here with you and Skye," Travis told her, following behind her. 

"No. That's not fair to you. You haven't seen your mom, brother, and nieces in like five or six months. I am not about to interrupt that just because you're paranoid about me being in a house that has an excellent security and alarm system by myself," Taylor said, turning on the stairs to face him, only to meet him face to face. With him standing a step below her, they were roughly the same height. She stepped up a step, putting some space between them. 

"You're still part of my family, Taylor; it doesn't matter that we're on the verge of divorce," He stated. He stepped up a step, closing the gap once again. "You will not be interrupting. My mom, Jason, the girls, and Kylie would love to have you there. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. So go get dressed, and I'll be down here waiting for you. I'm not leaving you here alone, without security on a damn holiday." Taylor rolled her eyes, turned on her heels, and stomped up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to win this fight. Travis just shook his head and walked back downstairs. "And hurry up! We're going to be late!" He yelled up the stairs. 

"Loud, Daddy. Too loud!" Skye said, covering her ears after Travis screamed up the stairs. 

"I'm sorry, Princess," Travis told her little girl, putting her down on the floor so that she could go play while Taylor got ready.

"Don't fucking rush me!" Taylor yelled back from her bedroom. 

"Oooooooh. Bad word! That no nice!" Skye said to Travis, who just laughed at his baby girl.

"Yeah, I know. Mommy and Daddy can be meanies to each other sometimes. We're going to get better, though," he told the little girl. He sat down on the floor near her toy bin as she dug through it. His mind went to Taylor. He had no idea what she was thinking by letting her security take the day off. Her heart was in the right place, but she clearly hadn't thought about all of the dangers of allowing them to be away from her. 

"Look, Daddy," Travis was brought out of his thoughts by his daughter's cute little voice. Travis looked at his daughter, who mysteriously had yet another pacifier in her mouth. He looked down at his hand, seeing the one he had taken away from her earlier. 

"Hey!" Travis said, laughing, as he took the pacifier from his daughter's mouth. "Where do you keep getting these things from? Why do you have so many?" He asked, which made Skye laugh. "Come here!" He pulled Skye into his lap and started to tickle her. Her little laughs filled the room, making him smile as he looked down at her. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Curls. Taylor. All Taylor. His little love was the perfect clone of his wife. Or rather, his soon to be ex-wife. 

"What's so funny, Love Bug?" Taylor asked as she came down the stairs, wearing jeans, a nice sweater, and her hair tied up in a ponytail. Simple and comfortable. She hadn't planned on getting dressed today at all. She planned on Travis coming by to get Skye and them leaving so she could spend her day in bed, watching cheesy Christmas movies and possibly having a good cry. But now that Travis was forcing her to leave, she had to be presentable. 

"Daddy tickle me!" Skype screamed, still laughing as Travis continued to tickle her. 

"Stop, Daddy, I think she's had enough," Taylor told Travis, laughing, as she watched them. Watching Travis be a dad was one of her favorite things. Even with their relationship in limbo, that was one thing she could never deny him. Their relationship may have been a shaky one, but he was a damn good father to their little girl. 

"Okay, okay," Travis said, finally stopping his tickling and letting Skye up from his hold. Skye got to her feet and ran over to Taylor. Taylor scooped her up, and Skye wrapped her arms around her mother's neck. "All ready?" he asked Taylor, looking at her outfit. She was dressed down for sure, but it was fine for spending time with family. There was no need for her to be fancy. His family wasn't the fancy type anyway. They were jeans and t-shirt people, always had been. Plus, his brother loved himself a pair of flip-flops. 

"Yeah," Taylor said. She needed nothing but her phone and purse, which she could grab on their way out of the house. Travis nodded, and they headed for the door. As they approached the door, Taylor grabbed her things from the entry table as Travis set the alarm for her home. Before long, they had things closed up, and they were headed to his car. Travis took Skye from Taylor's arms as he opened the passenger door of his car for her. She rolled her eyes at him but got into the car without a fuss as he put SKye in her car seat in the back. This was going to be a long evening, and she wasn't sure she was ready for it mentally.

 to be continued.