Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

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Taylor's POV

I fidgeted with my fingers as the car crept along behind all of the others, waiting for its turn to stop and let us out. I was nervous about the ceremony, even though I didn't know why. I'd just never been to anything like this before.

Travis had been really excited for the ring ceremony for weeks, and the more excited he got, the more nervous I got. There'd been a lot of eyes on us since we'd started dating, and I was a little worried that I'd be accused of trying to steal Travis' spotlight by going, but he'd asked me to come with him. He really wanted me there, but I knew any move on my part would be controversial. If I sat there quietly, I'd be accused of getting bored. If I was engaged and talking to everyone, I'd be accused of showing off.

"Baby." Travis nudged me and I jumped, realizing I'd been staring off into space. "Hey." He murmured. "You alright?"

"Am I dressed okay?" I asked.

"Are you serious?" Travis chuckled. "Baby you look fucking incredible. Look at yourself!" He gestured to the silky gold dress clinging to me like a glove, my leg peeking out of the slit. "You'll be the best dressed here."

Leaning over, my boyfriend kissed my cheek sweetly before taking my hand. I managed a smile as he squeezed my fingers, glancing out of the tinted window to see that we were almost by the doors.

When the car stopped, Travis got out and went around to open my door. He took my hand to help me out onto the ground, and I smiled at him as he moved to close the car door behind me. Cameras clicked as we walked up to the hall, hand in hand. My dress swished around my ankles, hair blowing in the breeze like the wind was a paid actor or something. Travis held the door for me, placing a hand on the small of my back as we walked inside. The place was lit up in red and yellow, flowers on the long tables, the whole museum decked out super fancy.

"Wow." I whispered as we walked in, looking around at everything.

"Pretty cool huh?" Travis murmured, and I nodded.

"I'm really proud of you Travis." I squeezed his hand, and he smiled widely at me.

"Oh, I wanna go say hi to the guys." He said.

"Go, I'll find the girls." I told him, and Travis kissed me lightly before heading off. Wrapping my arms around my torso, I looked around to see if I could see Brittany or Lyndsay or Chariah anywhere. In the short time I'd been part of the wags, they'd been my closest friends.

I couldn't see any sight of them and fidgeted nervously, my anxiety starting to rise. I wasn't often uncomfortable at events, but for some reason this one was putting me on edge. There had been a few pregnancy rumours floating around me in the last couple of weeks, so many eyes on me, and I'd never expected I'd be at a Superbowl ring ceremony. It was causing me to worry about things I'd never really worried about before.

Not wanting to stand there like an idiot, I shuffled along the edge of the room and went down to the bathrooms, locking myself in the last stall before sitting down and putting my head in my hands. My heart was racing for some reason I couldn't understand, and I could feel myself starting to panic. Why, why, why was I panicking? I was just going to an event with Travis, which I'd done before. There was nothing wrong, nothing different, nothing that should make me freak out like I was doing.

Trying to breathe, I closed my eyes and ducked my head down in case I fainted, since I'd done that before having a really bad anxiety attack. I sucked in slow, deep breaths, trying to calm my thundering heart. It didn't work, and suddenly it felt like there was a weight on my chest, and I gasped as I started to hyperventilate, swaying slightly. Then there was a knock and I shrieked, jumping in surprise.