When Taylor Swift woke up at 3:47 a.m. to the buzz of Travis Kelce’s phone on his nightstand, she expected it to be one of his teammates with some late night group chat nonsense or maybe a wrong number. What she didn’t expect was to see a single text message on the lock screen that made her blood run cold. Thanks for tonight, Red Heart.

 The sender’s name glowed in the darkness. Kayla Travis’s ex-girlfriend. The one he dated for two years before Taylor. the one whose Instagram Taylor definitely hadn’t stalked multiple times. And as Travis slept peacefully beside her, completely unaware that his phone had just detonated a bomb in their relationship, Taylor sat up in bed, her heart racing, her mind spiraling, and her hands already reaching for her suitcase.

 Because whatever explanation Travis had, Taylor wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. Taylor stared at the phone for a full minute, her brain trying to process what she was seeing. Thanks for tonight. tonight. As in earlier this evening. As in the evening when Travis had told Taylor he was going to bed early because he was exhausted from practice.

 The evening when Taylor had been at her Nashville studio working on tracks until midnight. The evening when apparently Travis had been with Kayla. Her hands were shaking as she slowly got out of bed. Careful not to wake Travis. She grabbed her phone from her own nightstand and went into the bathroom, closing the door quietly before turning on the light.

 She looked at herself in the mirror. Mascara slightly smudged from sleep. Hair messy. Wearing one of Travis’s old chief’s t-shirts. She looked like someone who trusted her boyfriend. She looked like an idiot. She opened her phone and went straight to Travis’s Instagram. Nothing new. She checked his tagged photos. Nothing.

 She went to Kayla’s profile, which she’d unfortunately memorized the username for during past moments of insecurity. Kayla’s last post was from 3 days ago. Nothing about Travis, but that didn’t mean anything. People didn’t post everything. People hid things. People lied. Taylor’s mind was racing through scenarios, each one worse than the last.

Had they met up? Had they been texting all along? Was this why Travis had been distant lately? Actually, had he been distant? Or was Taylor’s anxiety creating patterns that didn’t exist? She sat on the edge of the bathtub trying to calm her breathing. She could wake Travis up right now and demand an explanation.

 Or she could look through his phone. The thought made her feel sick. She’d never violated his privacy like that. They’d never been the kind of couple who checked each other’s phones or demanded passwords. But that heart emoji, that thanks for tonight. What was she thanking him for? Taylor made a decision.

 She couldn’t sleep next to him not knowing. She couldn’t pretend everything was fine. She went back into the bedroom, still moving quietly, and started pulling clothes out of her dresser. Jeans, a sweater, her sneakers. Taylor? Travis’s groggy voice came from the bed. What are you doing? What time is it? She didn’t answer, just kept moving, now pulling her overnight bag from the closet.

 Travis sat up, suddenly more awake. Baby, what’s going on? Why are you packing? Your phone went off, Taylor said, her voice flat and controlled. At 3:47, I saw the message. What message? He reached for his phone, squinting at the screen in the darkness. From Kayla, your ex-girlfriend, thanking you for tonight with a heart emoji.

 The silence that followed was so complete that Taylor could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Travis looked at the message and Taylor watched his face carefully. confusion, then recognition, then something that looked like panic. Taylor, I can explain. I don’t want to hear it. She zipped her bag closed.

 I don’t want to hear whatever story you’ve prepared. I don’t want to hear excuses or justifications or it’s not what you think. It never is, right? It never is what it looks like. There’s always an explanation, always a reason why texting your ex-girlfriend at 3:00 a.m. with heart emojis is somehow innocent.

 and I’m crazy for being upset. I didn’t text her. She texted me and I didn’t even see it until just now. Taylor laughed, but there was no humor in it. So, you didn’t see her tonight? Travis hesitated just for a second. But it was enough. Oh my god, you did. You saw her tonight and you didn’t tell me.

 It wasn’t like that then. What was it like, Travis? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you spent tonight with your ex-girlfriend while I was working, lied to me about going to bed early, and now she’s texting you thank you messages with hearts at 4 in the morning. She called me. Her mom is in the hospital and she needed her mom.

 Taylor’s voice was ice. Her mom was in the hospital, so naturally she called her ex-boyfriend instead of literally anyone else in her life. But here’s where Travis said something that made Taylor stop packing and actually listen even though she didn’t want to. Her mom has breast cancer. Taylor stage three. They just found out yesterday.

 She didn’t know who else to call because she knew. His voice cracked slightly. She knew that I’d been through this with my own mom. She needed someone who understood. Someone who’d been there. And I He stopped running his hands over his face. I should have told you. I know I should have, but you were at the studio and it was late and I just I didn’t think.

 She was crying on the phone and panicking and I just went into problemsolving mode. I spent 2 hours on the phone with her talking about treatment options and doctors and what to expect. That’s it. That’s the whole story. Taylor stood frozen, her bag in her hand, her mind trying to recalibrate. 2 hours. Yeah. From like 1:30 to 3:30.

 You can check my phone log. And you didn’t think to mention this to me at any point? I literally just got off the phone with her when I crashed. I was going to tell you in the morning. I didn’t think she’d text again with a heart emoji. Travis looked at his phone again. I mean, her mom has cancer, Taylor.

 Maybe she was just being emotional. Maybe the heart didn’t mean what you think it means. There’s only one thing a heart emoji means, Travis. Or maybe she was just grateful and not thinking clearly because her world just fell apart. They were both standing now facing each other across the bed, voices raised, all pretense of being quiet forgotten.

 “You should have told me,” Taylor said, and her voice broke. The second she called, “You should have texted me. You should have said, “Hey, Kayla’s mom is sick. I’m helping her. I’ll explain later.” You should have kept me in the loop instead of hiding it. I wasn’t hiding it. Then what do you call not mentioning it? What do you call letting me work all night thinking you were asleep when you were actually on the phone with your ex-girlfriend for 2 hours? I call it helping someone in crisis and not thinking about the optics because I was focused on doing the right

thing. The right thing would have been including your actual girlfriend in the decision to spend 2 hours emotionally supporting your ex. Travis threw his hands up. So what? I should have just let her suffer alone. Let her panic about her mom’s cancer because it might make you uncomfortable that I helped her.

 That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. Then what are you saying, Taylor? I’m saying she stopped, tears streaming down her face. Now I’m saying that I woke up to a text from your ex-girlfriend thanking you for tonight with a heart emoji and I felt like my world was ending. I felt like every fear I’ve ever had about not being enough was coming true.

 I felt like you’ve been lying to me and sneaking around and her voice broke completely and she sat down on the edge of the bed, her bag falling to the floor. Travis’s anger deflated immediately. He moved around the bed and knelt in front of her. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about how it would look.

 I didn’t think about what you’d feel if you saw that message. I was just trying to help someone who needed it. I know, Taylor whispered. I know you were, but Travis, it killed me. Seeing that message killed me. I wasn’t with her. I was on the phone with her. Just talking, just helping. Why didn’t you tell me when you got off the phone? You could have texted. One text.

 Kayla’s mom is sick. I helped. We’ll explain tomorrow. That’s all I needed. Travis sat back on his heels. You’re right. I should have. I don’t have a good excuse except that it was 3:30 in the morning and I was emotionally drained and I just wanted to sleep. But I should have texted you. Before we continue, I want to ask you something.

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 Taylor wiped her eyes. I want to believe you. I really do. But Travis, a 2-hour phone conversation at night with your ex, and I’m just supposed to be okay with that. I’m not asking you to be okay with it. I’m asking you to trust that I would never cheat on you, that I would never betray you, that helping someone whose mom has cancer isn’t the same as having feelings for them.

 But why you? Why did she call you specifically? Because I’ve been through it. My mom had cancer, Taylor. You know how terrifying that was for me and Jason? Kayla knows too because she was there when we went through it. So when her mom got diagnosed, I was probably the first person she thought of who would actually understand the fear and the helplessness and the he stopped his own voice getting emotional now and the absolute terror of potentially losing your mom.

 Taylor’s anger was fading, replaced by something more complicated. Guilt, shame, understanding mixed with residual hurt. I didn’t think about that. I just saw the message and I spiraled. I get it. If I woke up to a text from one of your exes thanking you for the night, I’d lose my mind, too. You would? Are you kidding? I’d be packing your bags for you.

 He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. But Taylor, I need you to trust me. Even when things look bad, even when your anxiety is screaming at you that something’s wrong, I need you to come to me first before you start packing bags. I was scared. I was so scared that you’ve been lying to me this whole time and I was too blind to see it.

 Travis moved to sit beside her on the bed. Where is this coming from? The not trusting me. We’ve been together for over a year and this is the first time you’ve ever doubted me like this. Taylor was quiet for a long moment. Then quietly, because everyone else has lied. Everyone else has had secret text messages and late night conversations that turned out to be exactly what they looked like.

 And I keep waiting for you to be like them. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m not them, Taylor. I know. Logically, I know that. But at 3:47 in the morning, when I see a message from your ex-girlfriend, logic goes out the window and trauma takes over. Travis pulled her closer. What can I do? How can I help you trust me? Really, trust me? Tell me things even when you think they’re not important.

Even when it’s 3:00 in the morning and you’re tired, send me one text. Kayla called. Her mom’s sick. Helping her will explain later. That’s all I need. Just to be kept in the loop so I don’t feel blindsided. I can do that. I will do that. I promise. He paused. But Taylor, you also have to promise me something.

What? That you’ll talk to me before you assume the worst? That you’ll wake me up and say, “Hey, I saw this message and I’m freaking out.” instead of silently packing your bags and planning to leave. Because baby, watching you pack to leave me was one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever experienced. Fresh tears spilled down Taylor’s cheeks. I’m sorry.

 I shouldn’t have done that. I should have woken you up immediately. We both messed up. I should have communicated. You should have talked to me instead of running. We both have things to work on. They sat in silence for a moment, holding each other, both of them exhausted from the emotional whiplash of the last hour. “Can I see your phone?” Taylor asked quietly.

 “I don’t want to be the girlfriend who demands to check phones, but I think I need to see the conversation to really believe you.” Travis didn’t hesitate. He unlocked his phone and handed it to her. “Read everything. I have nothing to hide.” Taylor opened his messages and found the thread with Kayla. She scrolled up, reading the entire conversation.

 It was exactly what Travis had said. Kayla’s initial call at 1:32 a.m., then a long gap, presumably when they were on the phone. Then at 3:43 a.m., Kayla’s message. Travis, I can’t thank you enough for tonight. You talked me down from a complete panic attack and gave me hope that we can get through this. You’re a good man. Thank you, Red Heart.

There was nothing flirtatious, nothing inappropriate, just genuine gratitude from someone whose world had just shattered. Taylor handed the phone back, feeling a mix of relief and shame. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry. I immediately thought the worst. I’m sorry I gave you a reason to doubt me, even unintentionally.

 I should have been more transparent. Are you going to keep helping her? Through her mom’s treatment, Travis looked at her carefully. Would you be okay with that? I won’t if it makes you uncomfortable. But if you’re asking my honest opinion, yeah, I think I should. Not because I have feelings for her, but because I’ve been where she is, and I know how much it helps to have someone who understands. Taylor thought about it.

Really thought about it. I think you should help her. But I need you to tell me when you talk to her. I need to not be surprised by it. I can do that. And Taylor, anytime you want to be part of those conversations, you can be. If you want to meet her, if you want to talk to her mom, if you want to be there when I’m offering advice, you’re welcome to.

This doesn’t have to be some secret thing I’m doing separately from you. That actually made Taylor feel better. Really? You’d be okay with me being involved? Of course. You’re my partner. You’re my person. And honestly, you might have better advice than me anyway. Your mom went through cancer, too. You probably have insights I don’t have.

Something loosened in Taylor’s chest. The idea of this being something they did together instead of something Travis did separately made all the difference. Okay. Yeah. I’d like that. I’d like to help. Yeah. Yeah. And maybe maybe I should text her, too. Apologize for my silence when she’s going through something so hard.

 I’ve been in her shoes. I know how scary it is. Travis smiled and this time it reached his eyes. You’re amazing. You know that I’m a mess who almost left you over a thank you text at 4:00 a.m. You’re human with fears and insecurities like everyone else. But you’re working on them. We’re working on them together.

 Taylor leaned into him. I don’t want to be the girlfriend who freaks out over every text. I don’t want to be paranoid and jealous and you’re not. You had a moment of panic based on past trauma. That’s different than being a paranoid person. and we’re going to work on building trust so that the next time something looks weird, your first instinct is to trust me instead of doubt me.

 How do we do that? We communicate. We’re transparent. We tell each other things even when they seem small. We choose trust even when it’s hard. They sat together as the sun started to come up, neither of them having slept. Both of them emotionally rung out, but somehow closer than before. I should text her back, Travis said.

 eventually let her know I’m here if she needs anything else. Is that okay? Yeah. And ask her if it’s okay if I reach out, too. I’d like to offer support as someone who’s been through it. Travis typed out a message showing Taylor before he sent it. Of course, anytime. And hey, Taylor wants to reach out, too, if you’re comfortable with that.

 She’s been through the cancer journey with her mom and might have some good perspectives. She’s here for you, too. Kayla’s response came surprisingly fast considering it was 5:00 a.m. Really? That would mean so much. Thank you both. And I’m sorry if my text caused any issues. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Taylor took Travis’s phone and typed, “No issues at all.

 I’m so sorry about your mom. I know how scary this is. I’m here if you need to talk to someone who gets it. Sending love to you and your family.” Kayla responded with prayer hands and heart emojis. And somehow the whole thing felt resolved in a way Taylor hadn’t expected. Later that morning, after they’d both gotten a few hours of sleep, Taylor woke up to find Travis making breakfast.

 She walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around him from behind. I’m sorry I tried to leave. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I love you even when I’m crazy and insecure. I love you, too oblivious and forget to communicate. Two weeks later, Taylor, Travis, and Kayla met at a coffee shop. It was awkward at first, but within 20 minutes, they were deep in conversation about oncologists and treatment plans and how to support someone through chemo.

 Taylor shared what worked for her mom. Travis shared what worked for Donna, and Kayla took notes like her life depended on it. When they left, Kayla hugged them both. Thank you, both of you. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this without you. In the car on the way home, Travis reached over and took Taylor’s hand.

Thank you for doing this. For being bigger than your fears, for choosing trust even when it was hard. Thank you for being worth trusting even at 3:47 in the morning when I get weird texts. Even then, but seriously, better communication next time. Deal. And seriously, wake me up instead of packing next time. Deal.

 6 months later, when Kayla’s mom finished her last round of chemo and was declared cancer-free, she threw a celebration party. Taylor and Travis were invited. And when Kayla stood up to give a speech about everyone who’d supported them through the journey, she mentioned Travis and Taylor by name. “These two showed me what real love looks like,” Kayla said, tears streaming down her face.

 “Not just love between partners, but love that extends to people you barely know. even when it’s uncomfortable, even when there’s history, even when it would be easier to stay distant. They showed up for us in ways I never expected. And I’m forever grateful. After the party in the car, Taylor said, “Remember when I almost left you over that text message? How could I forget? You had a whole bag packed? I’m really glad I didn’t leave.

” Me, too, baby. Me, too. I think we’re getting better at this. The trust thing, the communication thing. We are. We really are. And when they got home that night, Taylor’s phone buzzed with a text from Kayla. Thank you again for everything. You two are relationship goals. Red heart. Taylor showed it to Travis with a smile.

 A heart emoji from your ex. Are you going to pack your bags? Nope. Because I trust you and I trust us. Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. Even if you do wake me up at 3:47 a.m. panicking about something that has a perfectly reasonable explanation. And I’m not going anywhere either. Even when you forget to text me important information because you’re busy being a good human. We’re a work in progress.

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