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come back, be here (Pt 3)

hi, sorry I haven't updated ive been busy!!!

thank you for 5.5k reads and i think over 150 votes!!!!

ill do something special for you guys, give me some ideas!!!

this part is inspired by tumble (Pt 4) 

i cant remember the person who wrote it, but there story is in my reading list.

(Also ignore the fact your not supposed to fly after surgery)

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Taylors POV:

"Tay, wake up, we're about to land," Travis's voice murmured, gently rousing me from my slumber. I grumbled, my body still weary and achy from the lingering effects of the surgery.

"Just five more minutes," I muttered, my voice heavy with exhaustion.

"I know you just had surgery, but we need to get going," he replied softly, his concern evident in his tone.

"No," I whined, a reluctant protest escaping my lips as I nestled deeper into the comfort of the airplane bed, unwilling to part with its warmth.

"At this rate, I'll have to carry you off the plane for everyone to see," Travis teased, a hint of amusement lacing his words.

"Mm, fine, I'll get up," I relented, slowly stirring from my drowsy state and reluctantly sitting up from the bed.

Travis offered me a supportive arm as we made our way down the steps of the plane, his reassuring presence providing much-needed stability as I navigated the post-surgery haze. With each step, I leaned on him, grateful for his unwavering support.

Once inside the car, security swiftly closed the doors, creating a barrier of safety around us. They took their positions in the front seats, their vigilant demeanor a reminder of the importance of our safety, especially in the midst of the chaos surrounding my recent health scare.

As the car began to move, carrying us towards our Kansas City home, I found solace in the comforting warmth of Travis's embrace. Nestled into the crook of his neck, his lips brushed gently against my cheek, a tender display of affection that brought a soft smile to my lips. Though I closed my eyes, I remained in a state of half-awareness, relishing the tranquility of the moment while still being present in the journey ahead.

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As the car eased into the driveway, Travis nudged me gently, his eyes dancing with playful amusement. "I'm assuming you don't want to get up?" he teased, his tone laced with affection.

"Mhm, you know me too well," I replied, my voice soft with fatigue.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he effortlessly scooped me up into his arms.

"Let's get settled in bed, shall we, princess?" he declared with regal flair, carrying me across the threshold of our home.

I couldn't help but giggle as he navigated through the familiar corridors, his touch tender and reassuring against my weary body. With careful precision, he laid me down on our bed, mindful of my recent surgery. He meticulously arranged pillows and blankets, creating a cozy cocoon around me as he propped me up against the headboard.

The soft afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, painting warm patterns of light across the room. Travis sat beside me, his fingers gently tangling in my strands of blonde hair.

"So, Tay, a lot of your friends and parents have been reaching out, they're desperate to see you," he murmured, his touch soothing against my skin as he brushed my cheek with his thumb.