The Kansas City Couple

Part 9

Word Count: 1327

Warnings: language, pregnancy talk, hints to smut, 

A/N: I am tag-teaming games. I am just going to give an update for week 4. I just didn't know what to write for the game part... 

Week 4 - 10/1 @ New York Jets

Chiefs Win 23-20. Updated record of 3-1. Travis did not get a touchdown. 

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Y/N got ready to head to bed for the night. It was the night before the game in Minnesota and you were exhausted. You and Travis had ran around the house trying to get things ready for the upcoming week. It was a short week for the Chiefs. They had a game tomorrow, which was October 8, then another game on Thursday, the 12th. You knew it was going to be chaotic and you were expecting it. You were glad it was a home game on Thursday.

Travis was currently in the basement of the house working out. He wanted a light workout but didn't want to go to the facility. You knew his workouts like the back of your hand, and you knew he was almost done. You walked into Travis's office and plugged in his iPad for the rest of the night.

Travis came back upstairs a few moments later.

"I was gonna hop in the shower. Do you wanna join me?"

"If I join you we will be in there a lot longer than we need to be. And you need to finish getting everything ready for the big game."

"Ugh, ok. I'll be out in a minute.

Travis came out shortly after. He wrapped his arms around your waist rubbing your bump.

"She is growing."

"Yeah she is supposed to be growing."

"I know but she is growing even with her being underweight."

You started to tear up.

"What? What's wrong?"

"What if she comes early and we can't control it?"

"We will deal with that if it happens and if it does it will be ok."

"What if she comes during one of your games. Then what do I do?"

"Oh. I didn't really think about that. I don't know."

"Travis, that doesn't make me feel better."

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to management and Coach tomorrow morning about what to do."

"Ok. What time do you guys leave tomorrow?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"What time Travis?"

"7."

"Are you serious? It is a primetime game." (A/N: I know it isn't an actual primetime game but just roll with it.)

"I don't know that is just what coach told us."

"Ok. So what time are you leaving here?"

"Like 6:30. I'm not getting there any fucking earlier than I need to."

"Awe you just want to spend the most amount of time with me before you leave."

"Duh. I fucking love you."

Time Skip to the next morning

Travis woke up around 6 and finished getting everything ready to go and took it downstairs to the living room. He came back upstairs and kissed your forehead.