Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

jealousy, jealousy

Taylor's POV

Meredith meowed insistently at me from across the room, and I glanced up from the box I was unpacking to see her standing in the doorway to the bedroom, looking very grumpy. I sat back on my knees as she stalked over, meowing again when she got closer.

"What's up sweetie?" I crooned, rubbing her head. Her eyes pivoted to the bedroom and I chuckled. "Is Benji bothering you when you're trying to sleep again?" She really didn't look happy. "Oh alright." I sighed. "I'll go kick him out. But don't say I never do anything for you."

I got to my feet, brushing down my denim shorts, and Meredith followed me as I headed over to the bedroom in search of my youngest cat. When I went inside, I laughed when I realized it wasn't Benji who had jumped up on the bed to annoy Mere. It was Chauncey and Rambo.

"Hey buddy." I cooed as Rambo rolled onto his back, his tongue lolling out at me. "Are you bugging my babies again?"

I'd moved into Travis' Kansas City house a few days ago after the Grammys, and the cats and dogs were still getting used to each other. Meredith started a lot of fights with Rambo, but other than that, the rest of the pets got along alright. I giggled as Rambo jumped up, placing his paws on my shoulders and licking my cheeks. He wasn't a huge dog, so I picked him up just like he loved to be carried - I found it hilarious that he wanted to be held like a baby - and hefted him out of the room. Chauncey jumped down and followed us, leaving Meredith to go back to her nap. 

"You missing your Daddy huh?" I crooned as his blunt claws scraped against my bare shoulders. It was still cold in Kansas City, but Travis had turned on the heat before he'd left early this morning so the house would be nice and warm all day, so I was only wearing a little black criss cross halter top with my shorts that didn't even reach halfway down my thigh. "He'll be back soon buddy, he's just got a busy day." A knock on the front door sounded and I frowned. Travis wouldn't knock; it was his house. "Who's that?" I asked Rambo, letting him back down onto the ground. I didn't think he was expecting anyone.

He followed me as I went down to the front door, running a hand through my tousled hair as I moved to open it. I'd been unpacking and moving things around all day, so I was a little messy. When I opened the door, I blinked when I saw the woman standing on the other side. She was a few inches shorter than me, with dark chocolate skin and deep brown eyes. I'd never seen her before in my life.

"Oh!" She seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see her. "Sorry, I must have the wrong house. He must have moved."

"Who were you looking for?" I asked.

"Uhh, Travis. Travis Kelce." The woman told me as she glanced back at the gate, frowning. I took the opportunity to really look at her. She was gorgeous, with smooth skin and a body that would have put most models in the world to shame. I didn't like the fact that she was looking for Travis. "Do you know how long ago he moved out?" She asked, looking back at me. 

"He...he still lives here." I kind of wanted to lie, but that would probably backfire. Travis was due home any second and would probably counteract whatever lie I'd tell.

"Oh, okay. Well hi, I'm Kayla." She stuck out her hand. 

"Taylor." I grudgingly shook it, hoping my smile looked genuine. I was wary. I'd never heard of any Kayla before. "Umm, well Travis should be home soon if it's important." Please god, let this not be important. Standing next to her made me feel very badly about myself.

"Great, thanks!" Kayla smiled as she walked past me, crouching down to greet the dogs as they ran up to her. "Hi Chauncey! Hi Rambo!"

I closed the door, watching as the dogs jumped excitedly around her. They didn't like many people, so they must have known her already, and she'd greeted them by name. Was she Travis' friend? He would have told me about her by now if she was, but she was obviously comfortable enough in his house, which meant she'd been here before. Who the hell was she?