Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

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Taylor's POV

"I'll be back for dinner." Travis assured me as I walked him to the door. "You sure you'll be okay by yourself?"

"Yeah I'll be great, don't worry about me." I lifted my chin and gave him a kiss.

"I just didn't want to leave you so soon after you got here." He sighed, lingering.

"Travis I'll be fine!" I laughed, shoving playfully at his shoulder. "I could use a quiet day after the chaos of the tour anyway." Travis nodded.

"Okay well text me if you need anything and I'll let you know when I'm on my way home."

"Good luck." I whispered, kissing him once more before he left.

I'd been off tour less than a week, and in those few days I'd already moved in with Travis in Kansas City, and he'd thrown the most incredible birthday party for me two days ago. We planned to just relax and spend time together with our families when Travis wasn't on the field, but he'd had an unexpected work thing today so had to go for that. I didn't mind at all, since I was comfortable in his house. And it wasn't like I was totally alone. I had Chauncey, Rambo, Benji, Mer, and Olivia to keep me company.

Waving Travis off, I closed the door against the few flakes of snow swirling around. The house was nice and warm already, so I wasn't wearing anything more than an old pair of jeans and one of Travis' shirts. I was planning to do some cleaning, so I switched his shirt for one of my older ones, a dark grey one with a few holes and stains in the fabric.

Humming to myself, I went down to the laundry and put on a load of washing before taking the basket outside to bring in the washing Travis had hung out the day before under the cover. While I waited for the washing in the machine, I cleaned the toilets and sinks before hanging the washed clothes out. It was nice just doing jobs in my own company, and I lost track of the hours as I scrubbed the stove clean in the kitchen and took everything out of the fridge to clean it before putting it back. I was probably doing too much, but I was having fun in a weird way.

Once I was done in the kitchen, I found the vacuum cleaner and started vacuuming one room at a time, cleaning up in each one as I did so. I went through the living room and the kitchen, doing the bathrooms and the spare room, our room, and then going down the hallway to Travis' office. Pushing the door open, I turned on the light and pulled the vacuum cleaner in. Travis kept it pretty tidy so there wasn't much for me to pick up.

Turning the vacuum cleaner off, I picked up some pens strewn across his desk and opened the top drawer to put them back where they belonged. As I did so, my eyes caught on something red tucked into the back and I frowned, reaching for it. My hand touched soft velvet, and I fastened my grip around whatever it was before pulling out a little red velvet box. Running my fingers over it, I found the lid and lifted it.

I gasped, the box falling from my hands when I saw what was inside. I dropped it like it had burned me, staring in shock. As soon as it hit the ground I fell to my knees, scrambling to pick it up. Closing my fingers around the diamond ring that had fallen out, I placed it back and closed the box, shoving it back into the drawer before shoving it closed. My chest heaved as I bolted from the room, running away from the office to the kitchen, where I'd left my phone on the counter.

Snatching it up, I fumbled my fingers over my phone to unlock it, my chest heaving as I started hyperventilating. Sliding down onto the ground to lean against the counter, I called the first person I could think of, someone I knew would come running if I asked them to. My breaths heaved in and out as I held my phone to my ear, tears pricking in my eyes.

"Hey Taylor!" Brittany answered after a few rings.

"Britt." I gasped.

"Whoah, hey, what's going on?" She immediately sounded concerned.