Taylor and Travis Oneshots

Taylor and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day Part 3

here's the last part to this miniseries! i didn't have much time to edit, so apologies in advance for any grammar mistakes. i'm away right now, so i probably won't update again until after thanksgiving, and i hope that everyone that celebrates has a good holiday!

"She's asleep again?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah," Scott replied. "I'm gonna grab Travis and he can help her in. There's no way I'm waking her up again."

"We dealt with that enough in middle school!" Andrea laughed as Scott left the car. She couldn't wait to meet her grandchild and loved how excited Travis and Taylor were, but dealing with a moody, hormonal, tired Taylor was something best left to her overly patient husband.

Travis came outside in a Chiefs sweatshirt and jeans, a large smile on his face. "Hey Andrea, how are you?" He whispered, opening the car door for his mother in law.

"I'm good, Travis, how are you?" Andrea said, giving him a hug.

"I'm great!" He smiled. "Scott's inside, feel free to head in as well, we'll meet you there!"

Andrea nodded, before heading in the side door. Travis leaned into the car to find Taylor sound asleep, head resting against the far window. He didn't want to wake her, so he tried to scoop her into his arms as slowly as possible. Despite his best efforts, he hit his head on the doorframe getting out of the car, jostling Taylor in his arms. She stirred but didn't open her eyes.

"Trav?" She mumbled.

"Hi baby," he smiled, kissing her on top of her bangs. "You fell asleep again, I'm just getting you inside."

"Thanks," she yawned, tucking her head into his chest.

Travis carried Taylor inside and deposited her on the couch next to her parents. Once on the couch, Taylor sat up and yawned again.

"I'm going to try to stay awake now," she laughed.

"That's okay Tay. We don't care if you fall asleep," Scott smiled at his daughter.

"All I've done is sleep! I need to spend time with you now!"

As tired as she was, Taylor quickly fell into conversation with her parents, excited to be talking to them in person after a few months apart. Travis sat next to her, arm around her shoulder, occasionally adding in, but mostly watching her talk. After about an hour, he decided he should start on dinner, as it was around 5:30 and he knew Taylor would be ready to sleep by nine.

"I think I'm gonna start on the burgers, does that work for everyone?" Travis said, getting ready to head towards the kitchen.

"That's perfect, thanks hon!" Andrea replied, before going back to the regular conversation.

About ten minutes after Travis started cooking, the smell of meat wafted through the kitchen and out to the living room. Immediately, Taylor felt like the smell was way too strong, and she had to force her stomach back down. She froze, bringing her hand over her mouth. Her parents barely had time to notice her panicked expression before Taylor paled and sprinted to the hall bathroom.

Scott hurriedly got up and went to find Travis in the kitchen. "Taylor's sick, I can watch the food if you-"

"Thanks Scott, I'm gonna-" Travis interrupted, shoving the frying pan at Scott while he gestured towards the hall and quickly left the room.

As soon as Taylor got to the bathroom, she leaned over the toilet and threw up everything in her stomach. A few moments later, Travis rushed in and sat next to Taylor on the cold tile floor. He grabbed a hair tie from the counter, pulling her hair into a low ponytail, and rubbed her back with his spare hand.