Tayvis one-shots (2)

Lazy Sunday

Taylor woke up to the soft patter of rain against the windowpanes. She stretched lazily in bed, feeling the warmth of the covers cocooning her. Beside her, Travis stirred, his arm draped over her waist. She turned to see him still lost in the peaceful realm of sleep, his features relaxed and serene.

Smiling to herself, Taylor brushed a strand of hair from Travis's forehead before gently slipping out of bed. She padded barefoot across the plush carpet of their bedroom and made her way to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned.

As she poured herself a cup of coffee, Taylor glanced out the window at the gray skies and rain-soaked streets. It was the perfect day for a lazy Sunday at home. She grabbed a cozy blanket from the couch and curled up in her favorite armchair by the window, sipping her coffee and watching the raindrops race down the glass.

A few minutes later, Travis appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He spotted Taylor and smiled. "Morning, beautiful," he murmured, crossing the room to join her.

"Good morning," she replied, setting her coffee down and making room for him under the blanket. "Did I wake you?"

"Nah," he said, sinking into the armchair beside her. "I heard the rain and couldn't resist joining you."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds the soft patter of rain and the occasional sip of coffee. Taylor rested her head on Travis's shoulder, feeling completely content.

After a while, Travis broke the silence. "What should we do today?" he asked, his voice low and relaxed.

Taylor shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "I was thinking we could just stay in. Maybe binge-watch a TV series or bake some cookies."

Travis grinned. "Sounds perfect to me."

They spent the morning lounging in their pajamas, binge-watching episodes of a favorite TV show. They laughed at the characters' antics, traded playful banter, and shared popcorn straight from the bowl. The rain continued to fall outside, creating a cozy atmosphere that seemed to envelop them in a bubble of warmth and comfort.

Around midday, they ventured into the kitchen to satisfy their cookie craving. Taylor pulled out all the ingredients while Travis searched for the perfect recipe on his phone. They worked side by side, measuring flour, cracking eggs, and mixing the dough with a shared sense of ease and familiarity.

As the cookies baked in the oven, filling the air with a tantalizing aroma, Taylor and Travis leaned against the kitchen counter, stealing bites of raw dough and talking about everything and nothing. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, ranging from childhood memories to plans for their next vacation.

Once the cookies were done, they let them cool on a wire rack before sampling their warm, gooey creations. Taylor couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly they fell into their roles as a team, both in the kitchen and in life.

After indulging in a few too many cookies, they migrated back to the living room, where they sprawled out on the couch and resumed their TV marathon. They cuddled under the blanket, Taylor resting her head on Travis's chest as they watched the afternoon slip away.

As evening approached, the rain began to taper off, leaving behind a cool, fresh scent in the air. Taylor glanced out the window, watching as the clouds parted to reveal the first hints of sunset.

"You know," Travis said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence, "this has been the perfect day."

Taylor lifted her head to meet his gaze, a soft smile curving her lips. "It really has."

"I love moments like this," he continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "Just being together, enjoying each other's company, with no distractions or obligations."

"Me too," Taylor agreed, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I wouldn't trade this for anything."

They sat quietly for a while longer, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. Eventually, Travis leaned down to press a soft kiss to Taylor's forehead, his lips lingering against her skin.

"I love you, Taylor," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I love you too, Travis," she replied, her heart swelling with affection.

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms as the last remnants of daylight faded from the sky, content in the knowledge that lazy Sundays like this were the moments that made their love story so special.