Isn't That Sweet? | Tayvis Stories

Family That I Chose (1/3)

Note: Hi, long time no see! Don't hate me, life can be a shitshow sometimes. But I got it done! This is going to be 3 parts, but I might add onto it later as I see fit. This first part is about the friendship between two Pennsylvanian blondes :)

She could hear voices outside of the window as she stood in front of the sink. She refrained from looking outside, where the sun was beating down on the backyard. It was the perfect summer day, certainly fit for a fun family gathering. She could hear shrill laughter of children followed by the deeper laugh that had filled her days for the past year. She smiled to herself, busy rinsing off the tomatoes she had cleaned.

"Do you need help with anything?" A voice came from behind her, startling her. She whipped around, seeing another head of blonde hair.

Throwing a hand over her fast-beating heart, she exclaimed, "Ky, you scared the shit out of me!"

That got a chuckle out of the other woman, who started to walk further into the kitchen. "Sorry, just wanted to see if you needed an extra set of hands."

When she and Travis had decided to host a family cookout in celebration of the football season kicking off, she had forgotten that it meant doing so much prep. She finished up the European leg of the tour only two weeks ago and squeezed in a few days of much needed rest before setting off on a new task: getting settled into her home with Travis.

It was only a matter of time before they made the decision to fully live together. Things between them had quickened pace once they had arrived in Los Angeles after her shows in Singapore. Full throttle, as she had said before. That's when they finally made the plans.

"It just makes sense that I would move there." She was in the middle of doing her nighttime skin care, him standing beside her at the bathroom vanity just watching.

Once she had laid the idea out there, he looked like a fish out of water, gaping in surprise. "Like, permanently?"

She laughed, putting down her serum and glancing at him through the mirror. "Yeah, like permanently. Unless I have work elsewhere. I want to be where you are." She went to grab her moisturizer, then noticed that he was now facing her and turned to look at him directly. "Do you not want me to move in?"

He quickly denied that, shaking his head, "Of course I want you to move in. That doesn't mean I'm still not shocked you want to."

"You're ridiculous. We've been living together for months now. Plus, didn't you pretty much buy that house for me?" He showed her the house before he moved in, asked her opinion on pretty much everything, let her security walk the grounds. He wouldn't outright say it then, but there was a reason he upgraded.

He blushed then, knowing that she had got him. "I didn't buy it only for you, but yeah, you were part of the reason I bought it."

"Then technically, it's my home too." She had spent so much time there since he had moved in. She had a stack of clothes that took up more than a few drawers and just about half of the main bedroom closet. Her various shampoos, conditioners, and body washes littered the shelves in the shower. There was a fresh set of Le Creuset cookware in his kitchen that hadn't taken up space in his cabinet before her. She already felt like it was her home; it was time to make it official.

"I guess it is."

She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "So shouldn't I live there?"

"You really want to?" His eyes were glistening, and she could tell he was close to shedding tears. Though she couldn't read his mind, she could practically see the images fluttering through his head, all about their future together.