Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

wrong place, wrong time

Taylor's POV

I sighed as I deleted the text I'd typed out for the tenth time in the last hour, putting my phone down and folding my arms as I stared at the TV. No, I couldn't text him. 

Travis had gone out with the guys two hours ago, promising to be back before midnight. It wasn't even nine, and I was already antsy, having to stop myself from calling him, but I refused to be that wife who wanted her husband to herself all the time. He'd been working so hard and he deserved to have fun. Travis had been so excited to go out with the guys, but for some reason I was really desperate to have him home. Groaning, I looked at my phone again. Reached for it. Pulled my hand back.

"What's wrong with me huh?" I asked Benji as he jumped up onto the couch with me. "What's wrong with me?" I murmured, rubbing his stomach when he flopped down. "Why do I miss him so much huh?"

I sighed, resting my head back. Normally I was fine when Travis went out by himself, but tonight I just couldn't stand the time without him. I felt so alone, like I just wanted to cling to him and never let go. Letting my gaze drift back to the TV, I tried to lose myself in the show and not think about Travis, expect that all I could do was think about Travis. I groaned, annoyed at myself as I reached for my phone and typed out a text, and sent it.

Me: Hope you're having fun, miss you

As soon as I sent the text, I regretted it, but I couldn't unsend it. Cursing myself, I threw my phone down and folded my arms, trying to keep my hands from touching my phone again. But a few minutes later, it buzzed, and I snatched it up, reading the text.

Travis: Baby are you okay?

Me: Why wouldn't I be okay?

Travis: Tell me

God, he knew me better than I knew myself. I stared down at my phone for a moment, wondering if I should actually tell him or leave it. He was having fun, I shouldn't bother him.

Me: Nothing, just checking in

Travis: Taylor Alison Swift tell me right now or I'm coming home to check on you

I sighed, starting to type. Of course he would.

Me: I don't know exactly, but I'm just going out of my mind missing you right now. I've never felt like this before, and it's stressing me out

Travis: Okay, I'm coming home

Me: No, no don't do that 

Me: I'm fine, stay out

Travis: Baby you wouldn't be texting me if you were fine, I'm coming home

Me: Travis no, you were so excited about this

Travis: Twenty minutes

I sighed, shaking my head. I knew that there was no convincing him otherwise, but I felt all warm and safe knowing he was on his way. Travis always put me first, above everything, and he'd never waste a second before turning around to come home when I needed him even if I didn't know why. 

I played with Benji as the minutes ticked by, waiting for Travis. Even though I'd tried to insist he stayed out, I couldn't wait to hear the click of the door opening so that I could run down the hallway and jump into his arms. He was my everything, and for some reason I missed him like all hell.

A while later, I looked up to realize it had been half an hour. Frowning, I picked up my phone and checked it to see nothing from Travis. Maybe there was traffic. 

But half an hour later, when Travis wasn't home, I started to worry. Traffic wouldn't be that bad. Grabbing my phone, I called him. If he was driving he wouldn't respond to a text, but his phone was hooked up to the Bluetooth on his car so he could answer a call. The phone rang and rang and rang, eventually going to voicemail. I frowned, calling him again. Nothing, so I texted him.