Part 4

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Tay's POV

One Week later.

I was allowed to leave the hospital. I was nervous because I don't know my life anymore.

Travis and I looked through the wedding pictures and some other pictures and it felt familiar but I didn't remember these days. There was a knocking on my door.

Tay: Yes.

It was Doc Shannon.

DocShannon: Taylor, here is the number of some specialist.

Tay:Thank you.

There was Travis.

Trav: Hey ready to go home.

Tay: Hey, yes I am.

DocShannon: So you need to sign a few papers.

Tay: What papers?

DocShannon: Insurance, credittcard details and these things.

Tay: I don't know.

Trav: No problem. I will do it.

Tay:Thank you.

Later Travis took my duffle bag.

Trav: Are you ready?

Tay:Yes I am.

Trav: The family waits at home. I need to go to practice tomorrow but Britney will come tomorrow.

Tay: Britney?

Trav: Yes Britney Mahomes. Her husband is one of my best friends and he one of my teammate. You and Britney are good friends as well.

Trav: Tay?

Tay: Yes.

Trav: May I?

He took my left hand and put the huge diamond ring back on my ring finger above the diamond wedding band.

We left my room and said thank you to the doctors and nurses, than we left the VIP area.

Trav: Taylor this are Drew and Steven, they are part of your security.

Tay: Hey guys, sorry I don't remember you.

Drew: No problem.

Tay: Trav?

Trav: Yes?

Tay: Why do I need security?

Trav: Just for your safety.

Tay: I am not allowed to go out without them?

Trav: Unfortenly not, your parents would kill me.

Tay: They come from my parents?

Trav: Yes.

Tay: And there are always with us.

Trav: Not always.

Steven: We are seven guys so we changed sometimes.

Trav: And they have an extra apartment in our house.

Tay: Ok.

In the car.

I was really nervous.

Travis took my hand and his touches felt familiar.

Trav: You are nervous.

Tay: Yes a little bit.

Trav: You don't need to be nervous but I understand this.

Trav: We are living in a gated community.

Tay: Ok.

A few minutes later

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