Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

Part 5 and Part 6 are going to be sad, because Iam sad.
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"Hello, darling," Mom greeted me warmly, pulling me into a tight hug. 

"Hello, Mama," I whispered, holding her a little closer before finally letting go. 

She turned to Gracie next, her face lighting up as she embraced her.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at you!" She placed a gentle hand on Gracie’s small but growing baby bump. "How’s my grandbaby treating you?" 

Gracie let out a soft laugh. "A little too fond of midnight cravings, but I’m good." 

Mom chuckled. "Sounds about right. You’re glowing, sweetheart." 

Then her eyes landed on Alison, who stood there grinning, proudly wearing her favorite troublemaking outfit—a shirt that read, Who's Taylor Swift anyway? Ew.

Mom gasped in mock horror, clutching her chest. "Alison Marjorie Swift, how dare you!" 

Alison giggled, running up to her. "Mommy bought it!" she said, her little voice full of mischief. 

Mom scooped her up effortlessly, peppering her face with kisses. "You little traitor," she teased, making Alison squeal with laughter. "You're lucky you're adorable." 

"Mom said you wear this shirt on tour", Alison said.

Then, with a playful glance my way, she said, "When are you going to stop buying her these clothes?" 

I smirked. "I can’t help it—we're your biggest fans." 

Mom rolled her eyes fondly, hugging Alison a little tighter before finally letting her go. "Well, at least she makes it look cute."

I grabbed the bags, and we walked inside the house. 

"Okay, Alison needs her nap, and if I'm honest, I need one too," Gracie said softly, already glancing toward the stairs. 

She reached for one of the bags, but I quickly stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. "Nope, absolutely not," I said firmly. "You’re not carrying anything." 

Gracie sighed but smiled, knowing better than to argue. I shifted the bag onto my shoulder and then bent down to scoop up Alison, who was already rubbing her tired eyes. 

Mom glanced over from where she was sorting some things in the kitchen. "The bedsheets on your bed are still getting cleaned, but you two can sleep in my room," she offered. 

"Thanks, Mama," I said before heading up the stairs. 

Once inside Mom’s room, I carefully set the bag down and carried Alison over to the bed, laying her down gently.

She let out a sleepy hum, already curling into the pillows. Gracie undressed herself so she was only in her underwear.

As soon as Gracies back touched the matress, I gently tucked the blankets around her and Alison, making sure they were both comfortable.

Gracie let out a content sigh as she rested her head against the pillows, while Alison curled up beside her, her tiny hand gripping Gracie’s bra strap.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Gracie’s forehead. "Get some rest, my love," I whispered, then kissed Alison’s cheek. "You too, little troublemaker." 

Alison mumbled something sleepily, already halfway to dreamland. 

With one last glance at my two favorite people, I quietly stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me before heading back downstairs to my mom.