[ FAMILY ] t i e s. - a tayvis story.

[ TWENTY-ONE ]

[ TWO MONTHS LATER ]

Travis walked into the family closet and approached Taylor, wrapping his arms around her waist securely. He nestled his face into the nape of her neck, taking in her scent. "Are you girls going to be done soon?" He asked, letting his hands slide under her shirt and glide across her bare stomach.

"Soon enough," Kylie said, folding up one of Jason's shirts and throwing it into the suitcase. "I just need to get the girls a bath and then myself, and we'll be ready."

"Is he really not helping with the girls?" Travis asked, ready to go give his "brother" a piece of his mind.

"The girls don't even want to be bothered with him anymore. Wyatt requested no more daddy at bedtime." Kylie admitted. The girls had started to grow distant from Jason. The newfound distance was shocking to Kylie mostly because Elliotte would have definitely been considered a daddy's girl. Now it was like neither of them wanted anything from him, not even simple things like hugs.

"It's as if they know something is coming," Travis mumbled into Taylor's neck.

"Did you finish giving the girls a bath?" Taylor asked her husband as she started to put the clothes she had neatly folded into one large suitcase for all of them to use.

"Yep. And I got the diaper bag all set. Pop is setting up the playroom on the jet as a bedroom so the kids can maybe sleep the whole ride over," Travis explained. It was now November, a day before Thanksgiving, and it was time for another family trip. This trip, unlike the Disney cruise, was to visit someone. Someone that meant a lot to them. The matriarch of their family of misfits. "I'm just waiting on you so we can take a shower," he whispered into her hair.

"Nothing is going to happen in that shower," she said, a bit more sassy than she had planned.

"Excuse me?" Travis asked, his hand suddenly resting on her throat.

"It would make us late, Daddy," Taylor said after a moan had already escaped her.

"Don't try to clean it up now," he growled in her ear, causing her knees to buckle slightly.  "Your midwife cleared you to do all activities; don't get yourself into trouble. I won't hold back." The tone of his voice almost made her melt. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," he told her, kissing the top of her head. He loosened his grip on her neck. "Hurry up and finish this so we can take a shower and get going." He released his hold on her, and all she could do in response to his statement was nod.  

She watched him as he walked out of their closet and down the hallway, biting her bottom lip. "Girl, what the hell was that?" Kylie asked.

"A death wish," Taylor replied as she started to put things into the suitcase faster.

"What does that mean?" Kylie asked with a nervous laugh.

"I'm either about to be fucked senselessly or teased to the point of torture." Taylor's lips curved into a smile. "Both are equally as dangerous." Taylor hurriedly put the rest of the items she had sorted out for the trip into the suitcase and zipped it up. She was always amazed by how she could pack up everything she, Travis, Koa, Khi, and now Kali all needed clothes wise into one suitcase. The trip was only going to be about three days, so they didn't have much to pack this time around. Both Koa and Khi were responsible for packing the things they wanted to take with them for them to play with or read at their destination; however, where they were going didn't really require such activities. The home they were going to was another home away from home. The kids had their own playroom there where they had enough stuff to last them a lifetime.

"Either way, that was fucking hot," Kylie told her, causing Taylor to giggle. 

"Trav!" Taylor called out to Travis, hoping that he heard her. It didn't take much time before Travis walked back into the closet. 

"Yes, Pretty?"

"I'm finished. Can you bring it downstairs for me?" She asked him, using the softest voice she had.  

"Of course, baby," he replied, going over to where the bag had been lying. He picked up the suitcase. 

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, baby," he replied, walking over to her. He leaned down, giving her a quick kiss. "I'll meet you in the shower."

"Okay," she said softly as he walked out of the closet and down the hallway. 

"I'm jealous of whatever that is," Kylie said. Taylor looked at her and laughed before grabbing the clothes she planned on wearing on the plane and walking out of the closet and down the hallway to her bedroom. "So, very jealous," Kylie repeated to herself as she finished the last bit of packing. She zipped up the suitcase and moved it from the table onto the floor. She pulled up the handle and started to drag the suitcase to the stairs. She hadn't made it down the first step before Travis appeared, taking the bag from her and taking it the rest of the way down the stairs. "Thanks, Trav."

"No problem, Ky." He told her. She made her way down the stairs, watching as Travis put the bag she had packed next to the bag Taylor packed. "We plan on leaving in about an hour. Do you think you'll be ready by then? Or do you need some more time?" Travis asked her. 

"I'm going to try really hard to get the girls bathed and dressed and myself ready in that time," Kylie replied, knowing that Jason would be absolutely no help. Jason couldn't get himself ready, let alone the three girls. 

"Just let us know. It's not like we're going to miss a flight or anything," Travis said with a small, sympathetic smile. Everyone had given up on Jason and his reform. He was a deadweight in the group that they just had to deal with. They put up with his slick comments and his bad attitude for the three girls mostly. As much as Kylie said she wanted to divorce Jason and rid him from their lives, Travis knew that his sister-in-law still loved his goofy ass brother, and he respected that. 

"Okay," Kylie said with a nod. Travis went up the stairs and disappeared into his and Taylor's bedroom. Kylie went down the short hallway and into the bedroom that she and her family had basically been living in since they moved in with Taylor and Travis. Their home would finally start being built sometime soon, since all of the other plans had been finalized. She had so much fun creating the house with Taylor and the girls and picking out everything she had ever dreamed of in her dream home. "Come on girls, let's get in the bath so we can get ready to go," she said to Wyatt and Elliotte mostly, as she grabbed Bennie, who was sitting on the bed playing with one of the iPads. "Because your father could have given you guys a bath while I was packing, but of course, he can never be that helpful," she said, with an eye roll as the two oldest girls walked into the bathroom. 

"You always have to take a dig, don't you?" Jason asked, as he started another episode of a show he was watching on Netflix. Kylie slammed the bathroom door behind her, boxing her and her children inside.