Taylor and Travis Oneshots

Thanksgiving Part 4

credit: butididntpourthewhiskeys on tumblr (but the names were changed!).

"Wake up, babe. I made you coffee."

Taylor hears a familiar and soft voice entering the door. She opens her eyes slowly and stares at her husband, as he places the white mug on the nightstand next to her. She can't help but smile a little, as she feels his hand on her cheek. He leans over her and kisses her lips softly.

"Decaf?" she mumbles sleepy as he helps her sit up. Taylor still wears his Kansas City shirt from last night and leans comfortably against the end of the bed. Her sweaty hair has dried naturally and her blonde strands stick up from her head all curly.

"Of course." he answers as she grabs the mug and takes a sip.

She puts the cup down again, and looks at him with a little tired smile.
"Thank you. That's so sweet of you." she says quietly, almost whispering since her husband sits next to her.

Travis is still in his comfy clothes. He usually sleeps only in his boxers, but has reasonably thrown a white shirt over his torso before walking downstairs in his mom's kitchen. 
He casually places his hands on Taylor's belly, moves his thumbs a little to caress her.

"I love to see your sleepy smile in the morning, you already know," he answers as he comes closer. Taylor giggles a little more as he kisses her softly.
 "How are you feelin'?" he asks then, keeping his hands on her belly.


"Good. Sore, but good," she says and smirks, just like her husband.


"You know, I.. I thought about what you said last night." he says then, a little more serious than before.

Taylor feels a hint of uncertainty rush over her. 
"What'd you mean?" she says quickly, studies the face expressions of her husband carefully.

He seems to be looking for words, just grabs her hand and holds it carefully like he did the first time, over a year ago. 
"I..I just hate it so much that you feel so insecure about your body since you're pregnant. And I think you're not supposed to feel this way. And I don't want you to feel this way."


"Travis..." She interrupts him quietly. She looks down at their hands for a minute. She never expected him to be this sensitive about her little shirt issue last night.


"No, Tay. I..I just want you to try this for now and for the future." he says and looks her straight in the eyes. "You are unbelievably beautiful," he says seriously.

Taylor begins to tear up. His words are touching her.


"And I don't just say this because I'm in love with you, it's a fact. You have an incredibly beautiful face and body. You might not feel this way right now, but your body is beautiful. Your baby bump is beautiful and your skin is so soft and smooth and I'd kiss it the whole day If I could. And what I'm trying to say is..."

He takes a breath and Taylor smiles emotionally. He seems to have prepared this a little, because he somehow seems nervous. Nervous but incredibly honest. A combination that no guy before him had.


"You are the most beautiful because of what you are. I know, it sounds so cheesy but you have the biggest heart in the world and you are so full of love and passion and life. And you care about people so much and it moves me from day to day how much you care about me and how I'd ever deserve to be loved like this. And that's what makes you beautiful. Even if you weighed five-hundred pounds and were two feet tall. That's the beauty I fell in love with. And that's the beauty I love having sex with. So I want you to remind yourself of my words whenever you start to feel like your body is not "perfect" again. That might be today or during your next pregnancy or when we both turn eighty and you complain about your wrinkles." he laughs. "Okay?" he asks softly.