Everything Has Changed

I'm Thinking Of Ending Things

She brought the baby back downstairs, settling for the final straw she had in her book of plans before she considered calling someone for help. Something she wished she wouldn't have to do because the shame would be all too consuming. What kind of mother can't even look after her own child's basic needs. A bad one, that's who. 

She grinned the tv remote, going through their saved and recorded tv shows until she came across what she was looking for. As soon as the opening sequence of the game show played and the host game into view with his signature goofy grin and humour, the baby began to settle in her arms, contently beginning to latch on and eat. The problem she faced with Luna was that without Travis around, it was hard for her to settle. Travis could just play her music to Luna and she would hear her voice but there was nothing for Travis, except this. Old runs of episodes of Are You Smarter Than A Celebrity? that Travis was the host of during the off-season. 

The day passed on, not as quickly as she would have liked but slowly but surely the things that needed to get done were completed. Luna settled back into her napping routine  fairly well, allowing Taylor to get some emails answered. She had pretty much finished rerecording debut, the finishing production touches now being put in place and now came the hard decision of when to release it. It couldn't just be any old random day. There had to be meaning behind the day. It had to be special for some other reason other than it being an album release day. She had thought about her birthday, but it wasn't a big birthday for her that year. 36 wasn't exactly something special that one usually celebrates. She resigned that thought to be something for the future, playing around with some new ideas for songs whilst Luna napped. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, pulling it out to read what was sent.

Trav: Just about to leave practice now. Will see you soon xxx

She smiled, placing the phone back down and focussing back on the piano chords she had just been playing, enjoying the melody she had just come up with. 

As Travis swung his bag over his shoulder, bidding goodbye to his fellow teammates for the day, he noticed the familiar lenses. The paparazzi where there, something uncommon for the quite of Kansas City. It was the whole reason that Travis had become so settled in Kansas City and why he felt comfortable raising his small but growing family there. The reporters followed him his whole journey home and it became relentless. Pulling up at the gates of his and Taylor's private and gated community, he had finally had enough. Rolling down his window, Travis began to shout out of it.

"I am only go to say this once and once only. Please leave me and my family alone. I do not consent to having constant cameras shoved in our faces, we wish for and deserve the same privacy as everyone else on this earth. So please, get off of our property before I am forced to call for you to be removed." He spat his final words out the window at the photographers before rolling his window back up and opening the gate to his driveway. To his relief, no one followed his car inside. When he got back into the garage, he noticed that Taylor's car was still parked there, meaning that she hadn't gone out anywhere that day. Not that it surprises him. 

When he got inside he found Taylor in the kitchen, preparing some food for dinner that night. He came round to where she was standing by the kitchen island, wrapping his arms around her. Despite it being the middle of the summer, she felt cold. There was no colour in her anymore. She used to be full of so much sunshine and daylight and now she was a grey as a winters plague. 

"How has she been today?" Travis asked, knowing that Taylor would know what he was talking about. It was one of the only things that he and Taylor could talk about these days: their daughter. He placed his practice bag down by the front door ready for tomorrow, taking out any clothes that need washing ready to put straight in the laundry.