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The Kelce family was known for their loud entrances, and this morning was no different. Jason Kelce and his wife Kylie arrived at Travis's house at exactly 11 a.m. with their three daughters—Wyatt, Ellie, and Bennett—in tow. It wasn't unusual for the family to show up unannounced. They were close like that, and Travis rarely minded.

Jason set down a box of donuts on the kitchen counter and looked around the quiet house. "Travis must still be asleep," he said, raising an eyebrow.

Kylie laughed. "Shocking. You'd think he'd have grown out of this by now."

Jason smirked and turned to his daughters, who were already bounding toward the stairs. "Alright, girls, your mission—should you choose to accept it—is to wake up Uncle Travy. And remember, loud and chaotic wins the day."

The three girls giggled mischievously and darted up the stairs, their laughter echoing through the house. Jason leaned against the counter, chuckling. "That ought to wake him up."

Upstairs, the girls crept into Travis's bedroom. The curtains were drawn, and the room was dim, but they could make out his large figure sprawled out under the blankets. Wyatt, being the oldest, took the lead, gesturing for her sisters to follow her closer. As they approached, they froze in their tracks. There, curled up beside their uncle, was a woman—a blonde-haired woman—tucked under his arm, sleeping soundly.

Ellie's eyes went wide. "Uncle Travy has a girl in his bed!"

Bennett gasped and tugged at Wyatt's sleeve. "Who is she?"

Wyatt didn't wait for answers. She turned and bolted toward the stairs, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Uncle Travy has a girl asleep in his bed!"

Ellie and Bennett followed suit, their little voices shrieking as they barreled downstairs. Jason and Kylie whipped their heads toward the staircase as the girls came skidding into the kitchen.

"What are you talking about?" Jason asked, his brow furrowed.

"There's a girl in Uncle Travy's bed!" Wyatt declared dramatically, her hands on her hips. "A real girl! She's asleep with him!"

Jason blinked, then exchanged a look with Kylie. "A girl?"

Kylie raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "I'm not sure I want to know, but... we should probably check this out."

Jason sighed, running a hand through his beard. "Alright, stay here with the girls. I'll go investigate."

"Not a chance," Kylie said, grabbing his arm. "If there's some random woman in his bed, you're not leaving me out of this."

Together, they climbed the stairs and carefully pushed open Travis's bedroom door. The sight that greeted them was unexpected, to say the least. Travis was lying on his back, one arm draped protectively over none other than Taylor Swift. Her blonde hair spilled across the pillow, her face pale and peaceful, as if she'd finally found rest after a rough night.

Kylie's jaw dropped. "Oh my God. Is that... Taylor Swift?"

Jason let out a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned."

As they stood there, trying to process what they were seeing, Travis stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked groggily at the two figures standing at the foot of his bed. For a moment, he looked confused. Then realization dawned on him, and he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Seriously?" Travis muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "What are you two doing in my room?"

Jason folded his arms. "The better question is: What's she doing in your bed?"