Tayvis one-shots (3)

A Heavy Heart (requested)

Taylor sat in her living room, the late afternoon sunlight casting a warm glow over her. She was scrolling through her phone, taking a rare break from her busy schedule, when it rang. The caller ID displayed "Mom," and she answered with a smile.

"Hi, Mom!" Taylor greeted cheerfully.

"Hi, sweetie," Andrea's voice came through, sounding a bit strained. Taylor's smile faded slightly.

"Mom, is everything okay?" Taylor asked, her concern growing.

There was a pause on the other end before Andrea spoke again. "Taylor, I need to talk to you about something important."

Taylor's heart rate quickened. "What is it, Mom?"

"I went to the doctor last week for a routine check-up," Andrea began. "And they found a lump in my breast."

Taylor's breath caught in her throat. "Mom..."

"They did a biopsy, and it came back positive for breast cancer," Andrea said softly.

Taylor felt the room spin around her. "Breast cancer?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know it's a lot to take in," Andrea continued, trying to stay strong for her daughter. "But the doctors are optimistic. They caught it early, and we're going to fight this."

Tears filled Taylor's eyes as she clutched the phone. "Mom, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice breaking. "I wish I could be there with you right now."

"I know, sweetie," Andrea said gently. "But you have your tour and your fans. I don't want you to worry too much. We're going to get through this together."

After hanging up, Taylor sat in stunned silence, her mind racing. She knew she had to be strong for her mom, but the weight of the news threatened to crush her. As tears streamed down her face, she heard the front door open.

"Hey, Tay! I'm back!" Travis called out, walking into the living room. He immediately noticed the tears and rushed to her side. "Tay, what's wrong?"

Taylor looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "Travis, it's my mom. She... she has breast cancer."

Travis's face fell, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Oh, Tay, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice full of empathy.

"I don't know what to do," Taylor sobbed into his chest. "I feel so helpless."

Travis held her close, rubbing her back soothingly. "We're going to get through this together. I'm here for you, Tay. Whatever you need."

The next few days were a blur for Taylor. She canceled a few tour dates and interviews, prioritizing her mom and her family. Travis was by her side every step of the way, providing unwavering support and love.

One evening, Taylor was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the television. Travis entered the room with two mugs of tea, handing one to her.

"Thanks," Taylor said softly, taking the mug but not really looking at it.

Travis sat beside her, placing a gentle hand on her knee. "How are you holding up, sweetheart?"

Taylor shrugged, feeling numb. "I don't know. It just feels like everything is falling apart."

Travis nodded, understanding her pain. "It's okay to feel that way. This is a lot to process."

"I just hate that I can't do anything to fix it," Taylor said, tears welling up again. "I'm used to being in control, and now..."

"You're used to taking care of everyone else," Travis finished for her. "But it's okay to let others take care of you too. You don't have to go through this alone."

Taylor leaned into him, finding comfort in his strength. "Thank you, Travis. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to thank me," Travis said softly, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Tay. We're in this together."

Over the next few weeks, Taylor threw herself into supporting her mom, spending as much time with her as possible. Andrea started her treatment, and while it was tough, she remained positive, her spirit unbroken.

One day, Taylor and Travis were sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting for Andrea's chemotherapy session to finish. Taylor was anxiously tapping her foot, her mind racing with worries.

Travis reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "She's strong, Tay. Just like you."

Taylor nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know. I just hate seeing her go through this."

"I know you do," Travis said. "But she's a fighter, and she's got an amazing daughter supporting her."

A few hours later, they were back at Andrea's house, helping her settle in after the treatment. Andrea was tired but in good spirits, smiling as Taylor fussed over her.

"Mom, do you need anything? Water? A blanket?" Taylor asked, her worry evident.

"I'm fine, sweetie," Andrea said, patting her daughter's hand. "Just having you here is enough."

That night, as they lay in bed, Taylor turned to Travis, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I don't know how I would have gotten through these past few weeks without you," she said.

Travis smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're stronger than you think, Tay. But I'll always be here to support you."

Taylor snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of peace. "I love you, Travis."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Travis replied, holding her close.

As the weeks turned into months, Taylor found a new rhythm in her life. She balanced her career and her personal life, making sure to be there for her mom whenever she needed her. Andrea's treatment was tough, but she faced it with courage and determination, inspired by the love and support of her family.

Through it all, Travis remained Taylor's rock, always ready with a comforting word or a warm embrace. He reminded her that it was okay to lean on others, to let them in, and to accept their help.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day, Taylor sat on the porch, watching the sunset. Travis joined her, handing her a glass of wine.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, sitting beside her.

Taylor took a sip of her wine, looking out at the horizon. "I was just thinking about how grateful I am. For you, for my mom's strength, for everything."

Travis smiled, taking her hand. "You've been amazing, Tay. You've handled everything with so much grace and strength."

"I couldn't have done it without you," Taylor said, squeezing his hand. "You've been my anchor through all of this."

"And I always will be," Travis promised.

As they sat there, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Taylor felt a sense of hope and resilience. She knew that there would be more challenges ahead, but with Travis by her side and the love of her family, she was ready to face them.

Together, they would navigate the ups and downs, finding strength in each other and in the moments of joy that life offered. And Taylor knew that no matter what, love would always see them through.