Taylor and Travis Oneshots

Thanksgiving Part 6

credit: butididntpourthewhiskeys on tumblr (but the names were changed!). this is the last part of the thanksgiving miniseries so thank you for reading!!!

As Travis walks back into the guest room, he finds his wife leaning weakly against the backrest in bed. She has her eyes closed and holds onto the trash in her hands as tight as possible. He hates seeing her like this. He slowly walks up to her, sits down next to her. He knows that she definitely noticed him, but she seems too tired to even open her eyes. 

Travis sighs. He carefully places his big hand on her belly. With smooth movements, he gently caresses her. "Can I just hold you for a sec, darling?" he asks, almost whispering. 

He knows that she's the one supposed to be feeling horrible here. But seeing her like this almost breaks his heart. He just wants to be there for her, because he knows that no disease could ever be as terrible for her as the constant vomiting. He just wants to support her. He wants to show her that she doesn't need to be afraid, because he's there with her.

Taylor weakly opens her eyes, doesn't move. He swallows. He's never seen her this pale before. His hand remains on her belly.

"Why? I'm gross." she whispers weakly.

"You're not. You're just sick." he answers. 

She doesn't reply anymore. Travis casually crawls next to her. She slowly sits up and suddenly feels how he pulls her into his arms, while now being the one that's leaning against the backrest. He puts one hand against her forehead. She's sweaty but cold.

"Let me hold this," he says, as he takes the trash out of her hands. 

She doesn't thank him, only snuggles her head closer into his chest. Silence fills the room. He sinks his head to kiss hers and motions small circles on her arm. They remain like this for minutes. Travis can hear his mom downstairs on the phone. She probably called someone to ask for any medical advice at this hour of the night. Travis remains with his lips in her hair. He feels her shivering and just caresses her bare arms for comfort. After a few more minutes, he can feel how she slowly moves, places her hand on the side of the trash. Travis slowly looks up.

"Again?" he whispers.

She lets out a teary sigh. Travis helps her find an upright sitting position and holds her tight. Taylor slowly leans over the trash with her head and remains like that for a few seconds. She closes her eyes and tries to contain her breathing. She presses her eyes together. He sees what she's doing.

"Taylor, stop suppressing it." he says strictly but worried, places his warm hand in her neck.

"But I hate this." she cries. Travis sympathetically steals a soft kiss from her temple.

"Stop being scared, Tay. It's ok. Everyone needs to throw up sometimes. Relax." he tries to calm her while holding the trash for her. Her eyes are still closed. She has never been this sick for as long as he has known her.

"God, I can't stand it anymore.." she whispers weakly, still leaning over the trash while he holds her. Travis feels like going crazy. He doesn't know how to help her or what to do to make her feel better.

"Still so nauseous?" he quickly asks.

She nods.

"Taylor, let it come. You'll feel better afterwards." he whispers and tries to reassure her. He sinks his head one time and presses a kiss on her shoulder while she still leans over the bin in his hand.

After a few more seconds he feels her retching again. It's horrible. Her body tries to get something out, that's not inside anymore. She pukes nothing but water. After a few minutes it slowly stops. Travis casually grabs a wipe and hands it to her. Her hands are cold, sweaty and shaking. She quickly holds it against her mouth, falls back into his chest.