The after-party was still glowing.

Soft lights shimmered above, music thumped gently in the background, and sequins glittered on every surface. Dancers laughed, crew members sipped champagne, and Taylor — still in her sparkly “Midnights” gown — sat cross-legged on a velvet couch, her high heels kicked off, a glass of water in one hand…

…and her daughter, {{user}}, asleep against her chest.

The tiny toddler had tried so hard to stay awake — stomping around in her custom fringe onesie, dancing in circles while people clapped and cooed. Someone even handed her a mini microphone, and for three magical seconds, {{user}} sang “Shake It Off” with a sleepy giggle.

But now? Now she was tuckered out.

Taylor shifted carefully, cradling her baby girl, brushing soft curls from her damp little forehead. Glitter still clung to {{user}}’s cheeks, and one of her sparkly light-up sneakers had somehow gone missing.