#dad!travis

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Always Be My Baby

Travis was recovering from his knee injury and was spending a lot of time resting at home, meaning he was at the mercy of his daughters who wanted nothing more than to play with their dad all day. Today they were playing Doctor, and Travis was their patient.

Savannah and Laylah were dressed up in their little white coats, their own doctor's bags in hand. The pulled out some colorful band-aids and a plastic syringe you had given them to play with.

"Where are you hurting, Mr. Travis?" Savannah held the plastic stethoscope to her dad's stomach as he laid out on the couch, one arm propped under his head.

He moved the stethoscope to his chest, chuckling. "Mr. Travis? My name is Daddy, and I hurt my knee." He pointed to his left leg.

She scrunched her face, beginning to pout. "No, daddy! Your doctor wouldn't call you daddy." She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing out her bottom lip.

"But you're not my doctor, you're my baby girl." She shook her head, dabbing a cotton ball on her arm. "I'm not a baby, daddy. I'm a big girl." Travis smiled but he couldn't help but feel a little hurt at her words.

They took his temperature, pinched his skin with tweezers, and checked his reflexes with his good knee.

"Now, Lay Lay is going to take your blood pessure." Travis nodded, holding his arm out. Laylah tried to wrap it around his large bicep, but it would even make it around a third of the way. "It doesn't fit." Laylah whispered to Savannah, making Travis laugh.

"Its okay Lay Lay, I know what's wrong with him! Daddy, you have a broken heart." She patted his chest, blissfully unaware that she wasn't far off base.

"No Nannah, he hurt his knee." Laylah rolled her eyes as she pulled a band-aid out of her pocket.

You walked into the playroom as the girls were placing band-aids all over Travis' face and arms.

"So what's the prognosis, Drs?" You put your hands on your hips, trying to stifle a laugh at the sight of your husband. Laylah ran over to you, jumping into your arms as you placed her on your hip. "Mama, what does prononsis mean?" she whispered into your ear.

"What's hurting." You whispered back, placing her back on the ground.

"He has a broken knee and a broken heart!" Savannah jumped up and down.

"Wow, it sounds serious, daddy. Is he going to make a full recovery?" You winked at Travis.

"Yes, he should feel better by tomorrow." Both girls grinned from ear to ear, satisfied with a job well done.

"Alright, its time for a nap, Drs. Let's go." They both ran over to Travis, giving him a quick kiss before they ran off to their room. You sat down on the edge of the couch next to him, gently trying to remove the bandages from his skin. He sucked in his teeth as you pulled at his arm hair.

"A broken heart, huh?" You giggled, Travis pulling you down to lay down next to him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "How did that happen?", you asked, stroking his arm.

"Savannah said she wasn't my baby girl anymore." Travis pretended to pout, making you laugh. "Oh boy. How do you feel daddy?"

"Let's just say, her diagnosis is pretty accurate. We should start saving money for medical school."

****

Later that evening Travis was laying in bed, scrolling through his phone when the girls ran into the room, jumping onto the mattress. They were already in their pajamas ready for bed.

"Daddy, can we watch TV before bed?" Laylah asked, sitting in his lap. "Yes, you can watch one show. Do you wanna watch Doc McStuffins?"

While Laylah was excited, Savannah's mouth quickly turned into a frown. "No, that's a baby show. I'm not a baby anymore."

The thought hadn't left Travis' mind all day, his heart dropping when he realized that his little girl was truly growing up before his eyes.

"Even though your a big girl, can you still be my baby?" She tilted her head, not completely understanding. "I'm a big girl, not a baby."

"I know, but will you still be my baby and love me?"

"Of course! I'll always love you, daddy!" She answered, as if he had asked the silliest question in the world. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder.

"What about me?" Laylah whined, tears brimming in her lashes. "I want to be your baby."

"Oh, c'mere. Of course you're my baby, too." He pulled her into his lap, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good", Laylah immediately perked up. "I want to be an actual baby for a while too. Be a doctor is too hard."

[catrollsdice]

Fjorester: Engaged Edition

[c-kiddo]

^ hugs from ur gf and your friend The Creature

(pen drawings to appease the autism bc im so busy handing in work but also relistening to cr2 (ep72 and 73 and that whole arc) and i want to draw them so bad . explosion sound)

[nataliesscatorccio]

Shauna and the baby were probably both going to die. depending on your interpretation of the dream realm, maybe for a time Shauna did die. something brought her back, or kept her from staying there. but it wasn't Mari's "wilderness, I hope Shauna doesn't die" or Travis' well intended but useless blood magic (recall Lottie "can't this just be enough? please?" it was never enough) or even the baby's death covering the symbol on the blanket in blood. those are futile hopes and bargains. the baby was already doomed. and the wilderness doesn't trade, we know this. it chooses. someone has to die. it took Crystal and spared Shauna. Shauna thinks she's been snubbed by the group and by extension the wilderness when it takes Javi and Nat is crowned, but what she fails to see is that she was chosen first. she keeps being chosen! not to die, to live. Coach Martinez dying to put her oxygen mask on. Jackie dying to later feed her. the wilderness taking Crystal (where is her body? it belongs to the wilderness now) to get Shauna through a dangerous labor. Nat dying in her place as the queen of hearts twenty-five years later. maybe it always did like Nat best, but it killed for Shauna first. and it kept killing for her. for girls like Shauna (and for girls like the Wilderness) isn't that just the shape love makes? a knife wound.

[chappelroans]

TRAVIS MARTINEZ in Yellowjackets (2021-) [insp]

[yardsards]

do people who have listened to taz balance but not graduation Know that it was HEAVILY IMPLIED that lup and barry eventually adopted a lil sorcerer child who got disowned by his family for his natural necromancy magic, and they taught him how to use his powers for good and were overall great parents that he looks back on fondly

(and said child grew up to be a dimension-hopping lich, caretaker of the dead, and very sweet adoptive father of a major npc)

[rhysiedarling]

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[antrea]

[24.04.13] vs. new jersey devils (c: len redkoles)

[simorys]

The effects of art block

[teex]

karlykonecny | 01.16.24

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

I And Love And You

Thank you anon for the request! I changed it a little bit to be about when reader was pregnant with Savannah because I already have Alex's birth story posted!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, fear of giving birth, and just a whole lot of fluff

You were pregnant with Alex during the football season a couple of years ago, and Travis was upset that he had to miss almost all of your doctor's appointments and major pregnancy milestones. You spent a lot of time alone up until you gave birth, and while you always reassured him that you were fine, it didn't help him feel any better about not being with you when you needed him the most.

When you found out that you were having your second child, Travis never left your side as early as six weeks. His hands were constantly on your stomach, a reassuring touch you always appreciated, and he was always talking to the baby as you laid in bed together. He was obsessed with your growing belly, and the thought of being a father again. The two of you never really talked about it much, but you were so glad that you were pregnant during the off season this time around, because you weren't so sure you could do this alone again.

Three Months Pregnant

"Good Morning", Travis mumbled into your hair, resting his chin on the top of your head as he watched you stir milk into your tea. His hand traveled down to your belly, his calloused fingers rubbing up and down against the fabric of your t-shirt. You giggled as he tickled your skin, leaning back in his hold. "Baby, I'm barely even 12 weeks, I'm not even close to showing yet."

"I know, I'm just excited. I missed a lot of your doctor's appointments when you were pregnant with Bub", he shrugged, grabbing a protein shake out of the fridge, "I don't want to miss anything."

You gave him a gentle smile, "You won't, I promise, but the baby right now is so tiny, you're probably feeling the burrito I ate last night more than anything."

Six Months Pregnant

"Travis, your hands are freezing, babe." You peeked one eye open, shivering as Travis put his hands on your bare skin as soon as he saw you on the couch. "Sorry, babe." Travis rubbed his hands together to warm them up, using his breath to speed up the process. He had just walked back inside after playing in the snow with Alex, his hands numb. You didn't even notice you had fallen asleep on the couch until you heard Bub running into the house.

You were exhausted, falling asleep as soon as you sat or laid down anywhere. The first couple of months of pregnancy had been difficult with Alex as well, and you were fully expecting to be feeling better now that you were in the second trimester, but something was definitely different. Your doctors assured you that the baby was fine, but you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something might be wrong.

"How are you feeling?" Travis pressed a kiss on the top of your stomach, resting his forehead against your sweater. "Shh, I don't want Savannah's first words to be "are you okay?", you chuckled, scratching Travis' head gently with your nails. "I know. I know." You winced at a sharp pain in your lower back, Travis grabbing your hand to steady you. "Hey, are you okay?" His eyebrows scrunched together in worry. "Yes, your daughter insists on using my back to practice her karate kicks."

"Hey, be nice to your mama, baby girl", Travis whispered. "You're still cookin' in there, we need her."

Seven Months Pregnant

As soon as you got the news that Savannah's lungs were underdeveloped and she might come earlier than expected, you were on edge, constantly worried, and forced to bed rest to make sure both of you stayed as healthy as possible. You started experiencing early labor at 30 weeks, and Travis went on leave to care for you full time.

The night that Savannah was born, you had been in labor for a couple hours, your contractions still too far apart to head to the hospital. You had been through this before, and determined not to panic, so you went through your nighttime routine like it was any other day.

Travis walked into the bedroom after putting Alex down to sleep for the night, walking over to you when he saw you struggling to open the cap of your lotion bottle. "Let me help you." You didn't even object, handing it to him and pulling your shirt up to expose your stomach. Travis was as careful as possible as he massaged the cream into your skin. "You look so beautiful baby", he gave you a gentle smile, steadying your hands when he he saw them shaking.

"I don't even know why I'm so nervous, this is our second baby." You wiped the tears that were beginning to build at your lash line. "I'm so glad you're here, I don't know if I could do this without you." Travis covered you with the blanket, laying down next to you and pulling you into his side. "You don't give yourself enough credit, babe. You're so incredibly strong, I'm in awe of you every day. I'm right here with you, and before we know it, we'll be bringing our baby girl home."

One Week Postpartum

You stood in Savannah's nursery, the room dark and cold. As much as it broke your heart, you had to head home after spending a week in the NICU with your brand new baby. Alex needed to get back into a routine, but you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt that a part of your heart wasn't here in your arms like you had planned. Travis leaned against the threshold of the door, watching you fold some clean baby clothes. "Don't even think about it." You held up a finger to stop him from asking you the only question you knew you wouldn't be able to answer honestly.

He held up his hands in surrender, walking over to you and pulling you into his chest. "I already know. I'm not okay either." You sighed, allowing yourself to melt into his hold. Travis' hand instinctively found your belly, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, habit." He chuckled, lifting your chin to place a kiss on your lips. You stopped him as he tried to pull his hand away, patting it as he rubbed against your t-shirt again. "I know I'm not pregnant, but I've grown to love it."

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[saintlaurentproblems]

Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce celebrating the Chiefs Super Bowl Win.

Photos by Getty

[lacyscabinet]

Drew this on my dad's window and he asked me if I became a satanist

[fully-functioning-pigeon]

Getting very much parent teacher conference night from these two and I’m immediately obsessed

[labyrinthaze]

I wanna be your end game…

[toastedkiwi]

Single Dad!Travis Kelce x Nanny!Reader? He has a four year old son. Mom isn’t in the picture. Nanny!Reader has been around for two years. And the sight of her with his son all cuddled up asleep on the couch has shit changing completely for Travis especially since he’s single once again.