Tayvis: Twists of Fate

Chapter -30:Who are we to fight the alchemy?

Donna sat in the stands, hands clasped together, silently praying. "Please let Travis play well. And let Taylor come," she whispered to herself.

Meanwhile, Taylor was preparing to surprise Travis. She hadn't told anyone she would be attending the match. She contacted Tree to get her a custom Kelce jersey, wanting to show her support in a way that would be unmistakable. Tree had arranged for the jersey to be ready for her in Kansas. Taylor looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at the sight of the oversized jacket with "Kelce" emblazoned on the back in large letters.

As she headed to the stadium, she could feel her excitement building. "I hope this makes him happy," she thought, blushing at the idea of seeing Travis's reaction. She arrived at the stadium, pulling the jacket tightly around her to conceal the jersey for the perfect moment.

On the field, Travis was a bundle of nerves. This match was everything. His coaches had made it clear: perform well, or his career could be over. But thoughts of Taylor clouded his mind, making it hard to focus. For the first 20 minutes, he played poorly, missing passes and struggling to keep up. His heart sank further as he scanned the stands, not seeing Taylor anywhere. Donna, watching her son, felt a pang of sorrow.

Suddenly, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Taylor standing there, a warm smile on her face. Donna's eyes lit up, and she hugged Taylor tightly.

"I'm so happy you're here," Donna said, her voice filled with relief and joy. "This means everything to him."

Taylor smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Let's go show him some support."

They made their way to the stands, and Taylor took off her jacket, revealing the Kelce jersey. As they reached their seats, Taylor could see Travis on the field, his face a picture of concentration and stress. His beard was a bit unruly, and his eyes seemed distant, weighed down by the pressure.

Seeing him like that tugged at her heart. She knew she had to do something to lift his spirits. She leaned over the railing and called out, "Travis!"

At first, he didn't hear her over the roar of the crowd. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted louder, "Travis! Look up here!"

Finally, he turned in her direction. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw her standing there, wearing his jersey, her face beaming with encouragement. It was as if a switch had flipped inside him. He straightened up, a new fire igniting in his eyes.

He gave her a nod and a small smile, and she mouthed, "You've got this!"

From that moment on, Travis played with renewed vigor. He was focused, agile, and determined. Every play was sharper, every move more precise. The crowd could feel the shift, and the energy in the stadium became electric.

Donna watched in amazement. "I don't know what you did, but thank you," she said to Taylor, squeezing her hand.

Taylor smiled, tears of pride and relief welling up in her eyes. "I just reminded him that he's not alone."

As the game progressed, Travis's performance was nothing short of spectacular. He scored the winning touchdown, and the crowd erupted in cheers. The stadium was alive with excitement, and Taylor couldn't stop smiling, her heart swelling with pride for him.

After the game, Taylor sprinted to the stands, Travis saw that, ignoring the media and his teammates he reached Taylor, his face glowing with happiness.

"Taylor," he said, breathless, "you came."

She nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Of course, I did. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

He pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off her feet. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

She hugged him back, whispering in his ear, "I'm proud of you, Travis. You were amazing out there."

As he set her down, they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, the world around them fading away. For that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection they shared.

Travis stood there, breathing heavily, the adrenaline from the game still coursing through his veins. He gazed at Taylor, unsure of what to say or do next. The feelings swirling inside him were overwhelming.

Taylor saw the uncertainty in his eyes. She understood his turmoil and decided to take matters into her own hands. She stepped closer, cupping his face in her hands.

"Travis," she said softly, her voice steady and filled with emotion, "you mean so much to me. I've been scared, but not anymore."

Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a kiss filled with all the emotions she had been holding back—love, fear, relief, and joy. The crowd around them erupted in cheers, but in that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

Donna watched from the stands, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't contain her happiness. "That's my boy," she whispered to herself, wiping her eyes.

As Taylor pulled back, she looked into Travis's eyes and smiled. "I'm all in, Travis. No more holding back."

Travis's heart soared. He pulled her into another kiss, this one even more passionate than the first. The people around them continued to cheer, their voices a distant roar.

When they finally broke apart, Travis rested his forehead against hers. "I love you, Taylor. More than anything."

Taylor smiled, tears of joy glistening in her eyes. "I love you too, Travis. We're in this together."

Hand in hand, they turned to face the crowd, who were still applauding and cheering. Donna made her way down to the field, enveloping them both in a big hug.

"You two," she said, her voice choked with emotion, "make me so proud."

And for the first time in a long while, everything felt perfectly right.