Tayvis one shots

Dentist

In the dentist office Taylor had felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach. She had been dreading this appointment for weeks. As much as she hated to admit it, the thought of having her wisdom teeth removed terrified her. She had never liked the dentist much to begin with, and the idea of being put under anesthesia made her uneasy.

Travis had insisted on coming with her, despite her protests that she could handle it on her own. Now, as they sat in the waiting room, she was grateful for his presence. He was flipping through a magazine, his calm demeanor helping to ease her nerves.

"Hey," Travis said, putting the magazine down and taking her hand. "You're going to be fine. It's just a quick procedure, and then I'll take you home and spoil you rotten."

Taylor managed a weak smile. "Promise?"

"Promise," he said, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

Just then, the dental assistant called her name. Taylor took a deep breath and stood up, clutching Travis's hand tightly. He walked with her to the door of the procedure room, giving her hand one last reassuring squeeze before she had to let go.

"I'll be right here when you wake up," he said, his voice steady and comforting.

Taylor nodded, swallowing hard as she followed the assistant into the room. The bright lights and sterile environment did little to calm her nerves, but she focused on Travis's words, repeating them in her head like a mantra.

The dentist greeted her with a friendly smile, explaining the procedure one more time before administering the anesthesia. Taylor felt her heart rate spike as the mask was placed over her face, but she closed her eyes and imagined Travis's face, his comforting presence a balm to her anxiety.

The last thing she remembered was the sound of the dentist's voice, calm and professional, before everything went black.

When she woke up, disoriented and groggy, the first thing she saw was Travis's smiling face. He was right there, just like he promised, holding her hand and looking at her with those kind, reassuring eyes.

"Travis?" she mumbled, her voice barely audible through the gauze in her mouth. "Why're you here?"

"Where else would I be?" Travis replied, squeezing her hand gently. "I wasn't going to let you go through this alone."

Taylor felt a wave of relief wash over her. Despite the fog of the anesthesia and the discomfort in her mouth, she knew she was in good hands. Travis's presence made everything seem a little less scary, a little more manageable.

The dentist came in to check on her, explaining that the procedure had gone smoothly and that she would need to rest and take it easy for a few days. Travis listened attentively, asking questions and making sure he understood all of the post-op care instructions.

As they prepared to leave, Travis helped Taylor into a wheelchair, making sure she was comfortable before pushing her out to the car. He was gentle and patient, his every move filled with care and concern.

The drive home was quiet, Taylor dozing off in the passenger seat, her head leaning against the window. When they arrived at her place, Travis carried her inside, his strong arms making her feel safe and protected. He gently laid her down on the couch, covering her with a soft blanket.

"Do you need anything?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

Taylor shook her head, her eyes fluttering open. "Just you," she murmured, reaching for his hand.

Travis smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."

He settled in next to her, his presence a comforting balm. Taylor drifted in and out of sleep, each time waking to find Travis still there, holding her hand, watching over her with a tender gaze.

As the evening wore on, Taylor started to feel a bit more like herself. She managed a small smile. "You know, you're going to have to help me write a song about this."

Travis laughed, his eyes sparkling. "Only if I get a verse."

Taylor grinned, despite the dull ache in her jaw. "Deal."

In that moment, surrounded by Travis's unwavering support and love, Taylor knew she was the luckiest girl in the world.

Days later, as Taylor slowly recovered, Travis continued to be by her side. He brought her soup and ice cream, fluffed her pillows, and even helped her with her hair when she was too tired to do it herself. His gentle care was a revelation to Taylor, who had grown so used to being the one to look after everyone else.

One lazy afternoon, they were cuddled up on the couch, watching reruns of "Friends." Taylor rested her head on Travis's shoulder, feeling content and safe.

"You know," she said, her voice still a bit muffled, "I've had a lot of people take care of me in my life, but no one's ever done it quite like you."

Travis looked down at her, his eyes soft. "You deserve to be taken care of, Tay. You do so much for everyone else."

Taylor felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I love you, Travis."

"I love you too, Taylor," he replied, kissing the top of her head.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the TV a soothing background hum. Taylor found herself drifting off again, lulled by the warmth of Travis's body and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

When she woke, it was dark outside. The room was lit only by the soft glow of the TV and the faint light from the kitchen. Taylor stirred, feeling a gentle hand on her back.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Travis said softly. "I was just about to wake you for your meds."

Taylor groaned, not wanting to move. "Do I have to?"

Travis chuckled. "Yes, you do. Come on, it'll help with the pain."

With his help, Taylor sat up and took her medication. Travis handed her a glass of water and a small bowl of ice cream, knowing it was one of the few things she could eat comfortably.

As she ate, Travis watched her with a mixture of affection and amusement. "You know, you're pretty cute when you're all loopy from the meds."

Taylor rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, I think."

"You're welcome," he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Now, finish your ice cream and let's get you back to bed."

Taylor complied, feeling a warm sense of contentment settle over her. With Travis by her side, she knew she could get through anything