Karma Is The Guy On The Chiefs (Part Two)

Have Ten Kids And Teach Them How To Dream

Over the next few weeks, Taylor began slowly moving her things into Travis's house. Their relationship was quick starting and going strong. Even though they were taking things rather quickly, it felt only natural to the both of them.

"Travis?", Taylor asked as she stood in the bathroom. Their bathroom was fairly large, so it had plenty of room for the both of them. Travis stood at the sink shaving his beard, Taylor's demand. The reason Taylor made Travis shave was because she said she was tired of 'kissing hair'.

"Yes baby?", Travis answered, cocking his head to look at her.

Taylor was in only her underwear and a bra, standing on a scale.

"Tay, honey. What are you doing?", Travis asked, setting the razor down and going to her side.

Silent tears streamed down her face, falling to her feet.

"Trav, I've gained 5 pounds", she said, looking in disbelief at the scale.

"So?", Travis asked, wrapping his arms around her bare stomach. They had been trying for a baby, but all tests had been negative so far.

"So? So I'm getting fat!", Taylor stormed, sobbing.

"What? No you aren't", insisted Travis. He gently took her off the scale, effortless. He set her down in front of him.

"Look at me", he said, trying to calm her down.

"I'm fat", she sobbed, being engulfed into a hug by Travis.

"Don't say that about my beautiful, smart, gorgeous girlfriend. She isn't fat at all", insisted Travis, kissing her temple.

"Then why am I gaining weight?", asked Taylor.

"I don't know sweetheart. It happens. I'm not the same weight I was when I started playing football", answered Travis.

He felt horrible that she felt this way about herself. Taylor was the most beautiful creature he'd ever met. She was funny, smart and witty. But most importantly, she welcomed his daughter and him with open arms, showing how kind-hearted she truly was deep down.

"But men don't have the same standards. Your coach probably told you to gain weight", she defended, sniffling, whipping a tear from her eyes.

She had a point.

"Look at me. I love you, baby. I don't think you're fat. You are so beautiful and I wish you could see what I see", he soothed.

Taylor nodded, sniffling. "Me too", she muttered.

Travis gently let Taylor to her body mirror. She refrained from looking at herself.

"Please don't make me do this", she mumbled.

"I am though. See how pretty you are? Look at your long, pretty legs. Your curves that I absolutely love. And don't even get me started on your gorgeous blue eyes", he said, kissing her head.

"I love you, Travis", Taylor sighed.

"I love you too", he responded.

The couple got dressed and met Willow downstairs. She had arranged her dolls on the couch, all watching Bluey on the couch with her.

"Darling, no hitting your sister", Willow said in her mom voice.

Taylor laughed, remembering her own girlhood and how she played the same game.

"Can we go to the zoo today?", Willow asked at breakfast.

Taylor and Travis looked at each other.

"I don't see why not. The Kansas City Zoo is fun", Travis said.