[ discovering you ] - sequel to camp discovery || a tayvis story.

chapter seven.

JULY 1, 2013

10:15 PM

"Alright, bud. I'll see you in the morning, alright?" Travis told Michael as he tucked him into his bed. Michael had wanted Travis to put him to bed tonight instead of Taylor. Taylor had all the days in the world to put him to bed in his new bed, but Travis wasn't always going to be around for bedtime like he was tonight.

"Okay," Michael said, pulling the covers over himself more. "Good night, Daddy," Michael said as Travis approached the door. Travis smiled at him. He couldn't believe this was his life. He had gone from not having Taylor in his life, and overnight, he had her back and a son to go along with her. It seemed crazy every time he thought about it.

"Good night, bud," Travis told his son, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. He walked down the hallway and into Taylor's bedroom. As he was walking into her bedroom, she was walking out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a T-shirt. Travis bit down on his bottom lip, trying to suppress the thoughts that were starting to run through his mind. "Well, don't you look cute as a button," Travis said, looking at her in her little t-shirt. 

"You like it?" She asked, twirling so that he could see it better. It was a simple shirt, nothing fancy. 

"I do, but I bet you would look better in one of my T-shirts," he said, making a mental note to raid his closet and take every T-shirt he thought she would look good in and give it to her. He wanted to see her wear them, every single one of them, either to bed or to dress them up as an outfit. He didn't care what she did with them or how she wore them as long as he was there when she put them on. 

"Well, maybe you'll have to give me some of your t-shirts," she told him, walking over to her bed and pulling the sheets back. 

"I might already have that in mind," he told her, walking over to her bed, ready to do the same as her. 

"What do you think you're doing, mister?" Taylor asked, looking at him from the opposite side of the bed of him. 

"Spending the night, like I told you I would," Travis answered, raising an eyebrow at her. Did she forget he told her he would say the night when she asked? Was she messing with him. 

"Not that," Taylor said with a laugh. Travis's expression turned from a confused one to a straight one. "You need to take a shower first. You're going to get dirt in the bed," Taylor told him. If she didn't hate anything else, she hated getting into bed before she took a shower, and it was something she had tried to instill into Michael, but he was a little boy, and sometimes bath time was the worst time of the day.

"Tay, I don't have any clothes if I take a shower," Travis tried to explain. 

"I can wash your clothes for you," Taylor told him. Travis stood there for a second, thinking about what Taylor had said. 

"You're going to wash my clothes?" Travis let out a little laugh. "That would work for in the morning, but what about when I get out the shower tonight?" he asked. 

"You only need your boxers to sleep in, right? I can wash them in the sink and throw them in the dryer while your clothes are in the washing machine," She told him really quickly, so quickly that he barely unstood the words she was saying. 

"Taylor, you don't have to wash my boxers in the sink for me; I am very capable of doing that myself," He told her, still a little shell-shocked that she had come up with this plan so quickly.

"Okay," she said softly. Travis walked around the bed and walked over to her. 

"What did he do to you, sweet, sweet girl?" Travis asked, sensing that her reaction had something to do with her past. He moved a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I would never make you hand wash clothes for me, okay?"