This part is mature. 😉
There's an agreed upon plan that they'll go out to dinner with Scott, but other than that, they're both prepared to lay low. Taylor, especially, is hyper aware how screwed over the weather left some fans and the last thing she wants to do is be seen "having a good time," around the city while people are grossly disappointed. She'd written a statement for Tree to post on her socials, purposely avoiding reading any of the responses in an impressive show of self-preservation which he's beyond proud of her for.
Travis can attest, first hand, how terrible she feels about the whole thing, though he's glad she seems to have eased up on the self-blame, especially given that they were able to postpone until Sunday instead of canceling completely.
"Have you seen my other shoe?"
She hobbles out of the bathroom on uneven footing with just the single shoe on and he'd tease her, but she's hot as hell, in a form fitting black sweater and tiny plaid skirt he's seen her wear in pictures before.
He eyes her appreciatively. "Nope, but I'll help you look."
Some of the usual fire has come back and she smirks with a corner of her mouth. "Bet you will. You haven't stopped staring at my ass since I came out here."
"Can you blame me?"
"Frankly, no, not really. One of my best attributes, if we're being honest," she teases, glancing him over.
If he tells her how gorgeous she is a million times a day, she consistently meets his enthusiasm, always hyping him up, flattering him (he wonders if he'll ever be able to quit blushing like a teenager), making him feel good. He doesn't compliment her to receive anything in return; he does it because it's one hundred percent true and he loves her, but to get the same kind of energy back feels damn good. That was Taylor, though, always making sure to elevate the people around her. It wasn't just him, although he suspects the kind of treatment he gets is special...she's supportive of everyone, all the time, and it's most definitely one of the things that made him fall in love so quickly.
"Stop staring and help me look," she quips, the command completely softened by the fact she's grinning impishly as she says it.
He ends up finding it under the bed and holds it up high over his head like it's the Superbowl trophy itself, making her laugh.
He's glad she's perking up a little bit and he dances goofily, willing to just do about anything to keep her smiling.
"You're the biggest dork I know," she kisses him as a reward. "No, no, I take that back. I'm already the title holder, so you're second to me."
His arms snake around her middle. "I'll gladly take the honor."
They stand like that for a minute or two, held in place by soft, lazy kisses until a text comes into her phone that has her reaching for it.
"That's my dad. He said he'll meet us downstairs in about ten minutes or so. He's running early." She smiles ruefully, "not a suprise. He always says, "ten minutes early is on time and on time is late." I can't even begin to tell you how many times Austin and I heard it growing up."
Travis frowns. "Shit, we'd better go then."
Taylor stops dead in her tracks, the hairbrush in her hand falling by her side. "Trav, oh, my God, you're so nervous right now."
The way she makes the claim is matter of fact, not patronizing or cloying and he nods, buttoning and undoing the top of his shirt in rapid succession.
"A little, yeah. I mean, it's your dad."
