Tayvis one-shots (1)

Tender Loving Care

Just got this idea in class 😅, hope you like it!
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The concern etched on Taylor's face was palpable as she watched her boyfriend, Travis, shuffle into the living room, his usually vibrant demeanor reduced to a pale, weary shadow.

"Trav, you look absolutely miserable," she murmured, her voice laced with worry as she guided him to the couch. "What happened? I thought you were just going to the gym this morning."

Travis sank into the cushions, his body trembling slightly. "I-I don't know, Tay. One minute I was feeling fine, and the next, I felt like I got hit by a truck." He let out a feeble cough, his brow creased with discomfort.

Taylor's maternal instincts instantly kicked in, and she reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "You're burning up, Trav. I think you've got a fever."

Travis nodded weakly, his eyes glazed over with exhaustion. "I feel terrible, Tay. I'm sorry for worrying you."

Taylor's heart ached at the sight of her typically strong and vibrant partner reduced to such a fragile state. Pressing a feather-light kiss to his temple, she murmured, "Don't apologize, Trav. You just focus on resting, okay? I'm going to take care of you."

Disappearing into the kitchen, Taylor returned with a cool, damp cloth, which she gently pressed against Travis's flushed skin. "There, that should help bring your fever down a bit."

Travis let out a contented sigh, the relief evident in his features. "You always know just what I need, Tay. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Taylor's lips curved into a tender smile, her fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw. "Well, you're stuck with me, mister. Now, let's get you comfortable and see if I can't whip up something to make you feel better."

As Taylor fluffed the pillows and draped a soft throw over Travis's shivering frame, he watched her with a mixture of adoration and gratitude. "You really don't have to do all this, Tay. I don't want you catching whatever I've got."

Taylor tsked, gently swatting his arm. "Nonsense, Travis. You're my priority right now. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not letting you suffer through this alone."

Disappearing into the kitchen once more, Taylor set to work, her culinary skills put to the test as she prepared a soothing bowl of chicken noodle soup. The aroma soon filled the air, and she carefully carried the steaming bowl back to the living room.

"Here you go, Trav. Eat up, and hopefully, it'll help you feel a little better," she said, handing him the soup.

Travis accepted the offering gratefully, his fingers trembling slightly as he lifted the spoon to his lips. "Mmm, this is amazing, Tay. Just what the doctor ordered."

Taylor settled onto the couch beside him, her watchful gaze never straying from his face. "I'm glad you like it. Now, finish that up, and then I want you to rest, okay?"

Travis chuckled weakly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in a faint smile. "Yes, ma'am. You're the boss."

As Travis savored the comforting soup, Taylor's fingers gently traced soothing patterns along his arm, her touch a silent reassurance that he was not alone in his battle against illness.

"How's your head feeling?" she asked softly, her brow creased with concern.

Travis grimaced, setting the now-empty bowl aside. "Pounding, if I'm being honest. But the soup helped a lot."

Taylor nodded, her expression shifting to one of determination. "Well, then it's time for you to get some rest. I'll be right here, Trav, keeping an eye on you."

Easing him back against the pillows, Taylor draped the throw over him once more, her fingers gently brushing through his hair. Travis leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut as the warmth and comfort of her presence enveloped him.

"You're too good to me, Tay," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taylor's lips curved into a tender smile, her fingers continuing their soothing motions through Travis's hair. "Nonsense, Trav. You deserve nothing less than the best of care. Now, close your eyes and try to get some rest. I'll be right here if you need anything."

Travis let out a contented sigh, the tension slowly seeping from his body as he succumbed to the pull of sleep. Taylor watched over him, her heart swelling with a profound sense of love and protectiveness.

As the afternoon wore on, Taylor remained a steadfast presence by Travis's side, ensuring that he was well-hydrated and comfortable. Whenever he stirred, she would gently rouse him, coaxing him to sip water or broth to keep his strength up.

"How are you feeling, Trav?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Travis blinked blearily, his expression slightly disoriented. "A little better, I think. My head still hurts, but the fever seems to have gone down."

Taylor nodded, her lips curving into an encouraging smile. "That's good to hear. Why don't you try to eat a bit more? I've got some more of that soup ready for you."

As Travis slowly consumed the nourishing broth, Taylor kept a watchful eye, her hand resting lightly on his arm, offering silent support.

"You really don't have to do all this, Tay," Travis murmured, his voice laced with a hint of guilt. "I know you've got your own things to take care of."

Taylor's brow furrowed, and she gently squeezed his hand. "Trav, you're the most important thing to me right now. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, taking care of you."

Travis let out a soft sigh, his gaze locked with hers. "I don't deserve you, you know that? You're too good to me."

Taylor leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "You deserve the world, Trav. And as long as I'm in it, you'll always have me by your side, no matter what."

The sincerity in her words seemed to strike a chord within Travis, and he felt a wave of emotion wash over him. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin.

"I love you, Tay. More than you'll ever know," he murmured, his voice thick with raw emotion.

Taylor's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned into his touch. "I love you too, Trav. With all my heart."

They stayed like that for a moment, basking in the warmth of their connection, before Taylor gently pulled away, her expression shifting to one of gentle authority.

"Alright, mister. Time for you to get some more rest. I'll be right here, keeping an eye on you."

Travis chuckled weakly, already feeling the pull of slumber. "Yes, dear. Whatever you say."

As Travis drifted off to sleep, Taylor watched over him, her heart filled with a profound sense of gratitude and love. In this moment, she knew that there was nowhere else she'd rather be than right here, caring for the man who had captured her heart.

The hours ticked by, and Taylor's vigilance never wavered. She read, she listened to soothing music, and she simply marveled at the sight of Travis's peaceful, sleeping form. Whenever he stirred, she was there, offering a cool cloth, a sip of water, or a gentle word of encouragement.

As the evening shadows began to lengthen, Travis's eyes fluttered open, and he offered Taylor a faint, but grateful smile.

"Hey, beautiful," he rasped, his voice slightly hoarse.

Taylor's face lit up, and she leaned forward, her fingers tenderly tracing the line of his jaw. "Welcome back, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?"

Travis let out a contented sigh, his hand covering hers. "A lot better, thanks to you. I don't know what I'd do without you, Tay."

Taylor's eyes sparkled with affection, and she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You'll never have to find out, Trav. I'm here, always."

As they held each other close, both their hearts overflowed with a deep sense of gratitude and the unbreakable bond of their love.

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