Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

you're not getting away that easy (pt 2)

a.n you ask, and you shall receive (sometimes)
you guys bombarded me with comments - that's a lie there were only like 5 of you that asked for this - so here is pt 2!
also i know the movie scene is kind of similar to another scene in a chapter i did a while back but that's what i wanted to do so

Travis' POV

"So what do you think of this?" Taylor murmured, flipping the page in the folder she was constructing to show her Mom something. They'd been at it for three hours already, and it sounded like they'd barely scratched the surface. And as much as I was looking forwards to the wedding, I was kind of glad Taylor was on top of things. I was quite literally useless. She was still checking in with me for my opinion, but all the organizing and details were handled by her. I just did what I was told (which I've been told is the safest way to get through the process without being murdered by your fiancé).

"I'm going to get the shopping baby, you need me to get anything specific?" I asked, grabbing my wallet and my keys. Taylor dug in her pocket, holding up a folded piece of paper without glancing up. I chuckled, taking it from her hand and tucking it into my pocket.

"Don't bother." Andrea shook her head fondly at her daughter. "She's in a whole other place right now."

"I can see that." I smiled. "You guys have fun, I'll be back soon."

I planted a kiss on Taylor's hair before I left, smiling to myself. She was so excited about the wedding, which was something I'd seen coming. I should probably start getting used to her spending hours locked away in her own head; which probably wouldn't be that different from the hours she spent with her guitar and piano. 

I got home an hour later to find the girls exactly where I'd left them. They spent all day at the table, only stopping when I'd made dinner and started setting it down on the table.

"Thanks honey." Taylor sighed as she stood up, stretching her arms out and starting to pack up the folder. Andrea excused herself to go to the bathroom as Taylor tucked all of her planning stuff away for later.

"Want a drink baby?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Taylor yawned. "Oh, yeah, that'd be great." She yawned again, blinking. 

"Maybe an early night." I suggested. She'd been pretty tired these last few weeks from all the work she'd been doing, and probably wasn't sleeping enough. Taylor nodded, stretching up to kiss my cheek as I handed her a glass of wine. I set another one down on the table for Andrea and one for myself.

"So, Travis." Andrea said once we'd sat down to eat. "How has training been going? Taylor said you'd all started early to get a jump on the season."

"Yeah, we have." I nodded. "There's always a lot going on. We've..." To my left, Taylor's knife fell from her hand and clattered loudly against her plate. I looked over at her to see her setting her glass down, one hand flying to her mouth as she gagged. "Hey, you okay?" I frowned. Taylor didn't answer, jumping to her feet and scrambling over to the kitchen. Andrea and I exchanged a look as Taylor spat out whatever wine was in her mouth, coughing over the sink. I quickly got up, moving to hold her hair back in case she had to be sick. "Breathe." I murmured, and she sucked in a breath. "What happened?" I rubbed her back gently as Taylor straightened up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I think it just went down wrong." She sighed. "I'm okay." I nodded, my eyes automatically checking her over just in case.

She settled back at the table, but she didn't touch her wine again. After dinner, I cleaned up the few dishes there was left to wash, and then we went to watch a movie. Andrea and Taylor picked a truly terrible rom-com, one with that happy background music and two characters that would definitely fall in love by the end. Taylor poked her tongue out at me when I sighed at her, pressing play on the remote and curling up against my side. My eyes caught on the faint goosebumps covering her arms and I reached over, grabbing the blanket folded over the arm of the couch and fanning it out over the both of us. Taylor settled with her head resting against my shoulder, one of her legs draped over mine, her eyes trained on the TV as the god-awful opening music played. I rested a hand on her leg, stroking with my thumb absent-mindedly.