Content Warning ⚠️: This is a missing scene from the chapter "Jul 26, 2025: St. Joseph" in The Guy On The Chiefs. If you haven't read that chapter yet, be aware — spoilers ahead. While this moment can stand on its own, it's best experienced as part of the full journey. Read at your own risk.
Summary: After learning they're expecting twins, Taylor opens up to Travis in a quiet, emotional moment. Overwhelmed by fear and unexpected changes, she confesses her worries — and Travis, steady and loving, helps her see the beauty in the chaos and the strength they already have.
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The day had definitely been eventful.
They were unwinding now, still processing the news.
The room was dark, save for the soft blue glow of a charger block tucked behind the nightstand. Travis had his arm curled beneath her neck, one hand tracing lazy lines across her arm, while his other palm, warm and reassuring, rested low over her stomach — a place it now gravitated to like muscle memory. He didn't even seem aware of it. And yet it grounded her. Taylor lay half on her side, facing him, head nestled in the space between his jaw and shoulder. The room smelled like fresh laundry and the faintest hint of coconut lotion — the bedtime mix she used lately.
A new sound had joined the quiet: the silent, beating thought of two. Two heartbeats. Two babies growing quietly between them.
Travis exhaled, breaking the silence, still in disbelief; the thought alone putting a grin on his lips. He hadn't stopped smiling since the ultrasound; it seemed impossible to. "Babe... We got a great deal..."
Taylor opened her eyes, murmuring sheepishly. "Mhm?"
"We got two for the price of one." He grinned into her hair, chuckling to himself.
She didn't laugh. Didn't even smile. Instead, she feigned tiredness and buried her face against his chest.
Travis paused.
Taylor shifted just slightly against him. Still quiet.
That was the first moment he felt it — not panic, not worry — but a tug. Like her heart was sitting farther away than her body was. Like something in her had gone still.
He tipped his chin, tried to look at her face. "You okay, baby?"
Her voice was soft, gentle but somewhat compromised. "Yeah..."
He waited. Let it breathe.
"Taylor..." He said gently, looking her in the eyes. "You sure?"
She didn't answer for a long time. He felt her swallow first. But then, she knew he had already seen right through her. Her eyes had welled up with unshed tears and there was no denying it. "I don't know..."
There it was. Cracked, honest, sitting between them like a third person in the bed. She turned her face slightly into his chest, and he felt her breath hitch.
Travis wrapped his arm around her tighter. "Talk to me, baby. What's going on in that gorgeous head of yours?"
That did it. Her lips quivered, and when she blinked, tears caught on her lashes. She let out a breath that broke midway through and then shook her head, voice barely audible. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."
Her voice cracked, and she quickly wiped at her eyes. Travis didn't flinch. He didn't try to fix it or rush her. He just held her tighter, his fingers stroking slow, safe circles on her back.
His face softened. "Nothing's wrong with you."
"I'm happy..." She said it in a whisper like a plea. Like she was trying to convince herself. "I am happy. I swear I am."
"I know you are, but?"
"But I'm also... Overwhelmed. Scared. And a little heartbroken, in a weird way. Isn't that messed up?"
"No." He said immediately, sitting up a bit, coaxing her to face him more. "It's not." Travis kissed the top of her head, voice steady, not sounding one bit of judgemental. "What are you scared of?"
Taylor turned so that she was flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. The sheets rustled as Travis moved with her.
She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I'd just wrapped my head around one baby. I'd just gotten there — mentally, emotionally — visualizing it, planning for it. I felt ready. And now it's two. Out of nowhere. And I'm just... I'm not ready for two. It's overwhelming..."
He nodded slowly, giving her space to say more. She stared down at the spot where their hands met over her belly. "It's okay to feel that way... It's a lot to take in in one day..."
She blinked up at the ceiling. "We always said two. But not like this. In my head, that was years apart. I thought we'd have our first, learn how to be parents, and then a couple years later we'd do it again. I wanted to have the sweet little sibling moment where our toddler waddles into the hospital to meet the new baby. I wanted those sweet moments in between. I thought we'd have time."
"Yeah..." Travis whispered. "I get that."
"And now it's all happening at once..." She said, voice cracking again. "This is it. One and done. No space to breathe in between."
"We don't have to be one and done." He offered gently. "Only if you want it to be. If down the line you want a third, we can talk about that."
She gave him a watery laugh. "Ask me again after I survive this double-whammy."
He chuckled, brushing hair back from her damp cheek. "Fair. Double-whammy is right."
She turned her head to look at him. "I don't know if I can handle it, Trav."
Travis squeezed her hand. "Of course, you can."
"But what if I can't?"
He shook his head. "Then I will handle it for you. We'll figure it out together."
"I don't mean just emotionally. I mean physically. Two babies. I'm already showing at eight weeks, Trav. What happens at twenty? Or thirty? Can I even make it that far? Two babies grow big in this family, Trav. You were huge. I was eight pounds. What if they're both big?"
Travis' eyes widened, he had not thought out so far. "Big would mean they are healthy, right?"
"Or what if one's not? What if one baby doesn't get enough nutrients?" Her breath hitched again. "What if I go into labor early? What if they have to be in the NICU? I don't want to come home to a nursery without them in it."
There it was — the fear at its core. Not vanity. Not control. Not even planning.
It was the image of empty arms. Of waiting. Of the babies not being safe.
"You won't have to. Not alone." He kissed her forehead. "If that happens, I'm staying with you. Or I'm staying with them. We'll camp out in that NICU with snacks and iPads and neck pillows. We'll be those parents the nurses complain about because we won't leave."
That earned a small, tear-choked laugh. "You would annoy every nurse in the building. I know it's a risk with twins..." She whispered. "The growth restriction thing. One baby hogging nutrients. Or preeclampsia. Or bed rest. Or worse."
Travis shifted, cupping her cheek, gently turning her face to meet his, kissing the bridge of her nose. "You are strong, Tay. Physically, you are ready. You are tall, got some muscles, you are in great shape, baby... You're careful. You will not put yourself and the babies in any danger. And we've got doctors, and family, and each other... We're gonna be so annoying with how on top of this we are."
That got the barest curve of her mouth.
"And if you need to be on bed rest, then we will figure it out. We have people around the house to help. I will find you entertainment, and I'll keep you company when I'm not in practice or playing. I'll get one of those nurses call bells and just sit in the other room like an unpaid intern at your disposal."
Taylor looked at him for a long second, wiping the tears away. She smiled for a second, but it faded quickly. "I wanted to be there for everything this season. All the games." She said. "And now I might not be. The playoffs, the AFC Championship will hit when I'm in my third trimester. Super Bowl too. I most likely won't be able to fly. What if when you make it to the Super Bowl again, I can't be there?"
He paused. "Then I win it for you. And I fly straight home. I wear the confetti in my hair and I bring you the trophy in bed with pancakes and pickles."
She buried her face in his chest. "You're such a dork."
Travis kissed her forehead. "You'll be yelling at the screen so loud that I'll hear you in the stadium... And I will know you are doing more important things at home, taking care of our babies, than I am running around, catching flying footballs..."
"But you'll be there. And I'll be here. Alone."
"You won't be alone. Never. I'll make sure of that."
"I'll be huge."
He grinned. "You'll be the most beautiful person who ever waddled through a kitchen." He kissed her again, holding her waist. "And I'll still want you constantly."
She snorted through her nose. "You're ridiculous."
"You're irresistible."
Silence stretched again. Not heavy, but thoughtful. Then Taylor asked, quieter. "What if they're identical?"
"Well..." Travis blinked. "Doctor Wilson did say they probably are."
She gave him a look. "I mean, how do we tell them apart? What if we mess it up? What if I'm that mom who labels her babies and still gets it wrong? What if I mix up their baby books and one grows up thinking the other one lost their first tooth?"
Travis tried not to laugh. "I think we will be able to tell them apart." He thought for a second, not sure of how true that would be. "Okay, fine. Painted toenail. Or we pick two colors and go with that for the first few months. Or we learn their little faces like pros. I'll spend days just staring at them if that's what it takes."
"That'll be helpful. You just staring while I nurse two of them at 3 a.m..."
"I'll bring you a snack. I promise."
She covered her face with both hands. "I am too hormonal for this."
Travis pulled her hands down. "Listen. Listen. They're going to look different. Even if it's just a little. Maybe one's got a freckle or a dimple or a bigger attitude. And even if they are carbon copies... They'll feel different. You'll know."
Taylor's voice dropped. "I don't know if I will."
"You will." He said, firmer. "You will. Because you're their mom. You will carry them, and I will even bet that you will be able to tell who is who, still in utero. You've got instincts I can't even begin to understand." She studied him. He kissed her knuckles. "You'll know them. And if you need me to double-check tags for a while, I got you."
Taylor let out a slow, shaking breath. "Do you think they're girls or boys?"
Travis hesitated. "I mean... We've got four nieces. Might as well round out the set. So... Girls?" She raised her brows, listening closely. "I've accepted the fact that I may just be genetically engineered to be a Girl Dad." He rested his head against hers. "I've been thinking about it. I... I really hope they're girls."
Her brow lifted. "Really? I thought you wanted a little guy... But I have to admit... You'd be the best girl dad."
He gave a half-smile. "I'd love a son, sure. My little dude. But if we get two girls? I'm done for. Pink bows. Matching Christmas dresses. They'll take me out in the first month." Taylor softened, hearing him talk. "I'm completely obsessed with the idea of two mini yous..." He confessed. "Tiny blonde bossy little things with curls and glitter and pocket-sized rage. You know? The sweetest little things but so fierce... I can see them taking over the world."
Taylor laughed, genuinely this time. "Glitter and rage, huh?"
Travis smirked, reaching for her lips. "Exactly like their mom."
She laughed, softly now. "I'm picturing one of each. Thought it'd be sweet to watch them balance each other out." Taylor paused for a moment, brushing her fingers along his arm. "I do like the idea of one of each. But... I don't know. I've kinda been thinking it'd be sweet to have two boys. I've seen how my friends' sons are with them... Sweet and wild. Momma's boys. I see how my mom is with Austin... I've always thought I would have sons."
"Preston and Chad?" He teased.
"Hopefully we can come up with better names." Taylor smiled, running a hand through his beard. "Wouldn't it be awesome to raise the new generation of Kelce brothers? Your brother has the girls... We have the boys..."
"Well, it sounds like a dream either way to me."
"Yeah, I don't really care either." They quieted again. The lull was deeper now. Less frantic. Taylor tucked her head under his chin. "Sorry I freaked out."
"You didn't. The hormones are fun. Keep me on my toes..." He smiled, softly rubbing her back. "But babe... I hope you know we've got time. We'll take it slow. We have months to prepare... We have a great family around us. We really wanted this. It's such a blessing, and although it's all very surprising and overwhelming right now, we will ease right into it. We just have to get two of everything..."
"Except boobs. I already have two."
Travis grinned. "See how lucky we are you already have two boobs..."
She gave him a sleepy look. He kissed her again, this time on the cheek. "This is a blessing, Tay. Two little best friends who get to grow up side by side. Always have each other. Built-in teammates."
She looked up at him then, her face softer now, her tears mostly dried.
"I guess that's the part I'm trying to hold on to..." She whispered. "That no matter how scary this feels right now, they're never going to be alone."
"Neither will you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her temple, then finally her lips. "And no matter what happens, they've got a mom who loves them so much it makes her scared. That's already a win."
She closed her eyes. Her hand slid to her belly under the sheet, resting gently over it. Travis's hand followed. "I think maybe we'll be good at this?" Taylor whispered.
He rested his forehead against hers. "I think we'll be the best."
"You know..." Taylor yawned, closing her eyes and nuzzling closer to him. "A few years ago, I thought I'd never have this. Not just the babies... You. This kind of love."
"I'm the luckiest to have you... I love you, Tay..."
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Author's Note:
Hey there! Thanks for reading. This series is a collection of standalone one-shots — missing scenes from my main fanfiction, The Guy On The Chiefs. As the warning above mentioned, these are best enjoyed as a complement to the full story, but they can absolutely work as quick, emotional reads on their own if you're just dropping in.
If you enjoy this one shots, please for vote it. If you want more, pick which one you want to read next below!
Each installment will focus on one scene only (I'm doing my best not to get carried away... but no promises on the word count). Some future scenes are currently [BLOCKED] because they would spoil major moments in The Guy On The Chiefs — so those will unlock later.
I'm always open to requests for new one-shots, and I genuinely love hearing your feedback. Feel free to share your thoughts or suggestions any time!
As for what's next, I'll let you help decide. Vote for your favorite title below — no summaries this time because where's the fun in that? You get to choose blindly.
- Dear Future Husband
- Excellent Father
- Honeymoon
- Runaway Bride
- Camp Mystic
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[BLOCKED] Something Was Born On the 4th of July
[BLOCKED] Teddy Bear
[BLOCKED] Mom's Old Friend
[BLOCKED] Better Than Revenge