Taylor and Travis Oneshots

T and T the Show Must Go On

credit: tumblr (but i changed the names originally an anon submission on a jaylor blog i think? it could have been tavyin too i really don't remember). It's a happier one today nobody dies!!!

The early afternoon sun filters through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft glow over the plush hotel room. Taylor lies curled up under the covers, lost in a deep sleep when her phone starts ringing, jolting her awake. She fumbles for it on the nightstand and groggily answers, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hi" she mumbles, trying to shake off the fog of sleep, but still not able to open her eyes. Struggling to move her body, she puts her phone on speaker in the pillow next to her and takes a deep breath.

"Hey baby, how are you?" Travis's voice came through the phone, soft and gentle.

"'m so tired," she replies, sinking her head back in the pillows, not able to form a full sentence just yet. But still wanting nothing more than to hear his voice and talk to him. Days after a late night playing a three-hour concert should be spent doing nothing but sleeping in his warm arms, there is no doubt there. And that had been the plan– he was supposed to be there those few weeks in Canada, but he ended up having media to do for the Chiefs, so they had to be separated for a little bit longer. She'd only seen him once since they'd found out. She lets out a loud yawn and cuddles herself further into the warm bed.

Travis chuckles. "Sleeping in until 5 in the afternoon, huh? You must have really tired yourself out last night." He's used to her sleeping habits; she's definitely not a morning person, but he has to admit that today she set a new record; he has been trying to call her for at last two hours now. Ever since she'd gotten pregnant, Taylor's sleep schedule drastically changed, and Travis was worried about her trying to finish the last few shows on her tour while being in her first trimester of pregnancy.

Taylor can't help but smile at his teasing. "Yeah, I guess I did. Baby helped with that too." He then asks her about the show, and she starts telling him all the details about the crowd, how loud they were, and how much fun she had performing. As she spoke, Travis couldn't help but notice the raspiness in her voice and the occasional sniffle.

"Are you feeling okay, love?" he asks, concern creeping into his voice.

Taylor hesitates for a moment, then shrugs it off. "Yeah, I'm just still a little tired, that's all. Maybe some morning sickness too, I was sick earlier."

"I'm sorry Tay. I wish I could be there," Travis says, before suggesting she makes herself some tea and takes it easy for the rest of the day, as he knows rest is important after a show, now more than ever.

"Take care of yourself, babe," he says, his voice soft with affection. "I'll talk to you soon."

Taylor smiles to herself as she hangs up the phone. Even from thousands of miles away, Travis always knows just what she needs to hear. She snuggles back under the covers, gently rests her hands on her still flat belly, and starts dozing off again.

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The next few days, Taylor takes it easy and tries to rest, but there are still meetings with her team to go through feedback and prepare for the last 3 shows of the Eras Tour. Despite feeling extreme nausea from her morning sickness, she still pushes through rehearsals.

On Wednesday afternoon, Andrea, Scott, and Tree come to check on her in the middle of the dance rehearsal. Taylor greets them with a small smile, but Andrea immediately notices the tiredness in her daughter's eyes.

"You look exhausted, honey," Andrea says, placing a hand on Taylor's arm.

"I'm fine, Mom," Taylor replies, "I'm pregnant, not dying"