Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

you're beautiful, and you're mine

Taylor's POV

"Hungry babies?" I called, spilling the bag into the little food bowls. They all ran at the sound, delving in. I giggled, putting the bag back in the cupboard. "You'd think I never feed you huh?" I ruffled Benji's head as he launched for his bowl.

Shaking my head, I straightened up and then glanced at the cupboard with a sigh. I hadn't really eaten enough today, but I felt too awful to even think about food. I felt really bloated and gross. Food wouldn't fix that, or maybe it would, but I wrinkled my nose and turned away from the kitchen. I checked the time as I walked into the bedroom, my gaze flickering over to my reflection in the tall mirror on the other side of the room to our bed.

Frowning, I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself, clad in the oversized hoodie and sweatpants I'd slept in last night. I looked pretty awful, and I hated that. Running my hands through my hair, I forced a smile and then let it drop. I didn't know why today was so bad.

Glancing down at my stomach in the mirror, I lifted my jersey and turned to the side. A shudder ran through me at the sight of the curved skin, poking out far too much for my liking. I didn't know why; I'd done nothing different than usual lately. If I didn't know better, the sight of my curved stomach would have me reaching for a pregnancy test, but I knew I wasn't pregnant. God, maybe I needed to exercise more.

Then I lifted my jersey higher, twisting and poking at my side. A slight roll of skin appeared as I turned and I grabbed on, squeezing like I could rip it off. A sigh escaped and I let it go, leaving a red mark where my fingers had been. Then I heard the jangle of keys.

"I'm home baby!" I heard Travis call as the door closed, and then I heard footsteps. "Hey, how was your...baby?" His voice flooded with concern as he came past the doorway and saw me standing there, fighting tears. "Hey, hey, what's wrong gorgeous girl?" He came over, resting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. I turned my face into his shirt, resting my head there. "Talk to me baby." Travis crooned, rubbing my shoulders.

"Just..." I hiccupped. "Just a bad day. I'm..." I pinched my stomach through my jersey. "Big." I mumbled under my breath. "So ugly."

"What?" Travis murmured. "Baby, no. No." He rubbed my arms gently. "You are so beautiful. So, so incredibly beautiful."

"Don't say that." I scrubbed at my eyes. 

"It's true." Travis kissed my hair. "I think you're so beautiful every single second of every single day."

"You think this is beautiful?" I tugged at my jersey, exposing the curve of my stomach. I poked at it, trying not to cry. Shuddering, I tugged the fabric back down to cover myself. I hated the sight. "And..." I sniffed. "I'm...so..." I poked at my sides, my thighs. God.

"No, don't. Don't you ever say things like that baby." Travis pulled my chin up so I had to look at him. "You are so, so incredibly gorgeous Taylor. Nothing could ever change that." He kissed me once, lightly. "I love you because you're sweet, and kind, and generous, and caring, and compassionate, and so much more. I don't love you for your body, though I love that too." He kissed me again, and sighed when I shook my head. He was just saying that. "Am I going to have to show you just how beautiful I think you are?" I looked at him, my lip trembling. Travis searched my gaze. "Come here." He murmured. Travis took my face in his hands, pulling me into the softest of kisses, stroking my cheeks as he held me close. "I love you." He murmured against my lips. "I love everything about you. You're my beautiful baby, and you always will be." I leaned into his kiss as his hands slid down to my sweatpants, pushing down until they dropped to the floor. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I was helpless to resist him. "I'm in love with every part of your mind, your body, your soul, every little thing you do. You're beautiful, and you're mine."