Tayvis one shots

Practice troubles

The Kansas City Chiefs' practice facility was bustling with the usual energy of mid-season training. Players sprinted up and down the field, coaches shouted instructions, and the air was thick with the scent of hard work. Among the chaos, Travis Kelce was giving it his all, as always. But today, something was off.

"Kelce, you good?" Andy Reid called out, noticing his tight end's pale face and sluggish movements.

Travis waved him off, attempting to keep his breathing steady. "Yeah, Coach. Just a little under the weather. Nothing I can't handle."

Andy frowned, not convinced. He'd seen this before—players pushing themselves too hard, ignoring their health for the sake of the game. But he knew better than to try and force Travis to rest. The man was as stubborn as they came. If there was one person who could get through to him, though, it wasn't a teammate or a coach. It was his girlfriend.

"Take five," Andy barked at the team, and they gratefully jogged to the sidelines. As Travis grabbed a towel and tried to hide his shivers, Andy pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts.

Taylor Swift was in the middle of a songwriting session when her phone buzzed. Seeing Andy Reid's name on the screen, she quickly excused herself and answered the call.

"Hey, Coach! Everything okay?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.

"Hey, Taylor. Sorry to bother you, but I need your help with Travis. He's sick, but he won't leave practice. I'm worried he'll make himself worse."

Taylor sighed. That was so like Travis, always pushing himself beyond the limit. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll take care of it."

Back at the practice facility, Travis was trying to keep himself upright, his head pounding and his throat raw. He heard the door to the facility open and turned to see Taylor striding in, looking determined.

"Taylor?" he croaked, surprised.

"Hey, babe," she greeted him with a soft smile, walking up and putting a gentle hand on his arm. "Coach called me. He said you're not feeling well."

Travis glanced away, embarrassed. "It's nothing. Just a cold. I can handle it."

Taylor shook her head, her expression softening with concern. "Travis, you know I love your dedication, but pushing through when you're sick isn't smart. You need to rest and recover."

He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. "Do it for me? Please? I don't want to see you hurt."

The sincerity in her voice and the worry in her eyes melted his resistance. He sighed, finally giving in. "Okay, okay. For you."

She smiled, relieved. "Thank you. Now, come on. Let's get you home and into bed."

Andy watched from a distance, a small smile on his face as Travis finally allowed himself to be led away. Sometimes, even the strongest players needed someone to remind them to take care of themselves. And who better than someone who loved them?

As Taylor and Travis left the facility, arm in arm, the other players looked on with a mix of amusement and admiration. They knew all too well the power of love and how it could sometimes be the only thing that could get through to a stubborn heart.

And so, with Taylor's gentle insistence and Andy's knowing smile, Travis finally allowed himself the rest he needed. Because in sickness and in health, love always knows best.