call it what you want | Taylor Swift X Travis Kelce

Part 40 B (Happy ending)

So I wrote half of this then went into labour, that was 2 weeks ago at this point and yes my baby is healthy we left the hospital 3 days ago and I am yet to get a decent amount of sleep. but a promise is a promise, also half of this was written at 3am so there is mistakes ooh well

Taylor's POV

I barely got an hour of peace before my phone started vibrating again. I ignored it at first, but Tree was relentless. When I finally caved and checked my messages, I wasn't surprised to see she had basically organized a full-blown search party for me.

Tree - Where are you?
Tree - Taylor Alison Swift, where are you?
Tree - I need you to confirm you are safe.
Tree - Taylor.
Tree - You have 20 minutes to respond, or I'm calling the cops.

I sighed and typed out a response.

Taylor - I'm good, just at a hotel.
Tree - Turn your location on.
Taylor - Nope.
Tree - At least give me your address so I can send your security team.
Taylor - Fine.

I quickly shared my location and then turned my phone face down, exhaling sharply.

Tree - Thank you.
Tree - Why do you act like a kid sometimes?
Taylor - Because you act like my mother.

I set my phone aside and turned back to staring at the ceiling. My body felt heavy, my thoughts tangled in knots that I couldn't loosen. I hadn't meant to run, not really. But the weight of everything had pressed down so hard I just... cracked.

I heard the knock at my door not even twenty minutes later.

I didn't have to check. I knew who it was.

"Tay, open up."

Travis.

I stayed silent, curling further into myself. I heard him sigh, then the faint shuffle of him settling outside my door.

"I'm not leaving," he called through the wood. "You can ignore me all you want, but I'm staying right here."

A lump formed in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. I must've fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up, the first thing I saw was Travis sitting in a chair by the window, arms crossed, eyes watching me softly.

I blinked, my throat dry. "You stayed."

He nodded. "Of course I did."

I swallowed hard, pushing myself upright. He didn't say anything, didn't push. Just waited.

"I just... I needed to get away," I finally whispered. "I needed to breathe."

Travis nodded like he understood. "You scared the hell out of me, Tay." His voice was quiet, raw.

Guilt twisted in my stomach. "I know."

A beat of silence stretched between us. Then, his voice softened further.

"Talk to me, baby."

I took a shaky breath, looking down at my hands. "I can't have kids, Trav."

He inhaled sharply, but he didn't say anything. He just let me talk.

"I've known for a while," I whispered, my voice thick. "Doctors have told me it's unlikely, and I've tried to pretend it didn't matter. That I didn't care. But I do. And I know you do, too. I know how much you want to be a dad, and I just... I can't give you that."

My chest ached. Tears blurred my vision.

Travis was up and beside me before I could blink. He didn't hesitate, just pulled me into his arms, holding me like he could somehow glue all my broken pieces back together.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he murmured, his fingers tilting my chin up. His eyes were glassy, too.

"Taylor, I love you. More than anything in this world. And, yeah, I've always thought about being a dad, but not just a dad. A dad with you. It's you or nothing, baby. If we can't have kids, we can't have kids. I still get you. And that's all I need."

A sob broke free from my chest.

Travis held me tighter. "You don't have to go through this alone. We can figure it out together, however that looks. But don't you ever think for a second that this changes how much I love you."

I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his warmth, his steadiness.

"I was so scared you'd leave," I admitted in a broken whisper.

Travis pulled back just enough to cup my face in his hands, his thumbs swiping away my tears.

"Never," he said, fierce and unwavering. "I would never, Taylor. Not in a million years."

His lips found my forehead, pressing there for what felt like forever.

I exhaled against him, letting myself believe it. Letting myself trust that, no matter what, he wasn't going anywhere.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt a little less broken.

We sat like that for a while, wrapped in each other. Eventually, he coaxed me into lying down again, and he settled beside me, tracing soft patterns on my arm.

"We have options, you know," he murmured.

I blinked up at him.

"Adoption. Surrogacy. Fostering. Hell, we could adopt a whole football team of kids if that's what we wanted," he teased gently, a small smile playing at his lips.

I let out a watery laugh. "A whole football team?"

"Why not? We'd be the coolest parents ever."

I traced a hand over his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat.

"I don't know what I want yet," I admitted.

He kissed the top of my head. "That's okay. We have time. We have us."

"I love you trav"

"I love you so much princess"