Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Twenty Two

"Can you believe how much he's grown?" Andrea mused, her gaze fixed on Peter's animated expressions.

Mallory chuckled softly, her heart swelling with pride. "It feels like just yesterday he was a tiny bundle in my arms," she replied, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

As the conversation turned to the upcoming tour stop, Mallory's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "I'm really looking forward to tonight's show," she confessed. "The energy of the crowd, the music - it's electric." Andrea nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting a lifetime of memories and experiences.

With a knowing glance, Mallory shifted her focus to Peter, who was now squirming in her arms. "Sei pronto, piccolo?" she asked, her voice infused with the warmth of maternal affection.

Peter's eyes widened, his gaze locked onto Mallory's. And then, with a delightful giggle, he responded, "Sì!"

The Italian word rolled off his tiny lips. Mallory's heart swelled with emotion, her love for her son a force that transcended language barriers. "Sì, sei pronto!" she repeated, pressing a tender kiss to Peter's forehead.

"So you're really going to Italy after this then?" Andrea asked.

Mallory hummed. "But don't worry. We'll be back for the holidays and birthdays, of course."

As the bus doors opened to reveal the venue, Mallory carefully placed a pair of soundproof headphones adorned with playful designs over Peter's ears. The headphones were protection, allowing him to experience the music without harm. With a final adjustment, Mallory's gaze met Andrea's, and they shared a knowing smile.

Andrea extended her arms, and Mallory handed Peter over with a mixture of apprehension and trust. As Andrea cradled her grandson, their familial bond was a testament to the love that radiated within their unique circle. With a whispered promise and a lingering kiss, Mallory watched as Andrea carried Peter into the venue, his wide eyes taking in the vibrant world around him.

As the tour bus pulled away, Mallory felt a surge of emotions- excitement, pride, and a touch of longing. She knew that while the stage is and will always be her wife's domain, their shared journey was a symphony of love, music, and the unbreakable connections that defined their lives.

As Mallory walked into the venue, her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and familiarity. The air was charged with excitement, and the distant sounds of music and chatter echoed around her. Dressed in comfortable pyjamas pants and a T-shirt with 'Junior Jewels' written across the middle of it and names of all of her friends and family written on it, she blended seamlessly with the enthusiastic crowd, her presence known to only a few.

Most just thought she was another fan dressed up.

As she navigated through the throngs of fans, two excited voices rose above the din. "Oh my gosh, it's Mallory!" one of them exclaimed, nudging her friend with a mix of disbelief and excitement. They both turned to see Mallory walking by, her presence magnetic and approachable.

With radiant smiles, the two fans approached her tentatively. "Hi, Mallory! Can we get a photo with you and maybe your autograph on this poster?" one of them asked, holding out a concert poster adorned with Mallory's wife's image.

Mallory chuckled warmly, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection for the fans. "Of course! I'd be happy to," she replied, accepting the poster with a grin.

As she signed the poster and posed for a photo, Mallory struck up a conversation with the fans. Their passion for music and their genuine admiration for her Taylor was evident in every word they spoke. Mallory felt an immediate connection with them, as if they were old friends reuniting after years apart.