Cheeks Pink

So many Signs

*Sorry for any wrong typos
———————-

**One day at the end of September 2025**

Travis opens the door, returning home after practice for the upcoming season. He is surprised to see Drew standing inside the house instead of his wife, who always loves to welcome him home. Usually, the security stays outside, rarely coming inside. Travis looks at Drew curiously.

"Hey Drew, is everything okay?" Travis asks. "I thought Taylor had a photoshoot today. I was about to take a shower and pick her up after work."

"Oh Travis," Drew hesitates. "It's Taylor. She told us not to call you, but halfway through the shoot, she got really dizzy and fainted for a minute." As Drew speaks, Travis quickly heads towards the stairs, knowing something is wrong. "She couldn't stand on her feet, so we suggested she go home. She also vomited twice."

"Oh no, that's not good. Next time, don't listen to her—just call me, okay?" Travis says urgently, not waiting for a reply as he rushes up to their bedroom.

Travis quietly sneaks into the room, finding his beautiful wife sleeping peacefully on the bed, curled up in his big gray t-shirt. He sits down beside her, gently rubbing her hair, a smile spreading across his face just by looking at her. He moves his hand to her forehead to check her temperature and sighs. She's a bit warm, which is not what he expected to come home to. Travis bends down and kisses Taylor on her forehead, then on her cheek, his hand caressing her softly, not wanting to wake her. He quickly showers and gets into bed with her, holding her in his arms, feeling more at peace. Travis places a kiss on top of her head, and Taylor stirs but keeps her eyes closed.

Travis pulls out his phone and texts Drew: *Can you check the kitchen for me? I left breakfast on the table this morning for her.* A few seconds later, a picture from Drew arrives on his phone.

*This is what's left on the table, Travis* Drew's message reads.

Travis sees that Taylor only ate two slices of bread, and the two sunny-side-up eggs, butter, and jam are untouched. The cup of milk is only a third empty. He sighs slowly.

*Did she eat anything else today on the set?* Travis replies.

*No, Travis. She said she didn't have an appetite for anything.*

*You said she vomited twice. When was it?*

*Once in the car on the way to the shooting location, and once at lunchtime when the team suggested she eat something.*

*Okay, thanks. Please inform me first next time.*

*Yes, sir. And sorry for coming into the house without your permission. I just wanted to make sure she was okay while you were not home. Just in case something happened.*

*No problem, you did your job. Thank you, Drew,* Travis texts back and places his phone on the nightstand.

Travis looks down at Taylor again. He knows she doesn't want him to worry, but seeing her like this makes him worry even more. He quickly texts their private doctor, listing all the symptoms. The doctor replies, advising Travis to keep an eye on her and rush her to the hospital if any symptoms worsen. Travis can't take his eyes off her, his hand rubbing her back up and down. Time passes, and he can feel Taylor waking up from her nap. He grins, patiently waiting for her to open her eyes.

"Hey, beautiful wife," Travis says. "Did you have a good nap?"

"You're home?" Taylor mumbles. "What time is it? I didn't know you were home."

"Over 5 p.m., babe. How do you feel, honey?" Travis asks, caressing her hair.

"Tired, if I'm honest," Taylor replies, snuggling closer to Travis's chest. "I don't know what's wrong with me today, Trav."