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Questions

Taylors POV

Travis notices the deep breath I take, his senses attuned to your every move. He can sense that I still processing the events of the evening, and he reaches up to stroke my hair reassuringly.

"Are you alright, baby?" he asks gently, his voice filled with concern.

"Is there anything on your mind?" He says and I shake my head

Travis looks down at me, still sensing that something is on my mind even though I'm denying it. He studies my expression, looking for any hint of what I might be thinking.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me, you know. Whatever it is, I want to listen." He continues to stroke my hair lazily, his touch gentle.

"I'm sure Trav." I smile up at you, tapping his chest where my hand lays.

Travis continues to look at me, his gaze studying my face intently. He can tell that I'm being sincere in your response, but he can't shake the feeling that I'm holding something back.

He lets out a soft sigh, knowing that he needs to trust me if you say you're okay.

"Okay, baby," he says gently.

"I'll take your word for it. But please, don't hesitate to talk to me if you ever need to. I'm always here for you."

"Actually there is something... I'm writing a song in my mind... I need to write it down on paper for it to stick." I say a few minutes later, jumping out of bed and running into my recording studio.

I can hear him chuckle, the sound of the bed creaking slowly as he stands up to follow me to the small studio he built me, tucked into the corner of our home.

Peeking his head inside the recording studio to see what I'm up to. "Need some help?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"No... but this might take some time so come sit with me." I say, patting down the spot next to me.

I'm sitting on the floor even though there's a perfectly good couch that I'm leaning against. I've always found the floor more comfortable when I'm song writing, it also has much more space for me to sprawl out and set things down.

He shakes his head smiling while coming over to sit next to me. His knees popping with a disgusting sound as he gets down onto the floor.

Freaks me out the way his body cracks and crunch's, but atlas I love the man so I don't say anything except for some light teasing every once in a while.

I'm writing in my little ratty note book as Travis's hand gently holds my thigh, squeezing and rubbing his thumb like he always tends to do.

"You've got an idea what the songs about?" He says after a while and I nod.

"Mhm." I smile as I hear him scoff, then he bumps my shoulder teasingly.

"Care to share? Or is it a secret." He says.

"Ima need you to take a wild guess here baby, me and you had sex for about two hours, then cuddled, then I got up and came in here." I smirk, still writing.

"Oh." He breaths, clearly getting my hint.

"You're writing a song about us?" He asks, probably just to confirm that we're thinking the same thing.

"Bingo baby." I giggle.

"Can I see it?" He asks after a couple of minutes. I adjust so my notebook is a little more visible to him, I lean my head on his shoulder, finishing writing lyrics and starting to annotate them. Starting writting little sentences next to each line of words, describing what they mean.

"That's very pretty girly, you have a special way with words." He says, gently stroking my hair.

"You've said that before." I whisper, erasing and re writing things to sound better in my head.

"And I'll keep saying it." He whispers back, making me blush. I'm just very glad he can't see my face right now.

"Can I ask you a question?" He says, putting an arm around my shoulder and lightly squeezing me into his side comfortably.

"Hm, yeah."

"When you write these songs, do you ever feel like... like you're baring a part of your soul to the world? Like you're letting people see a side of you that's really vulnerable?" I stop writing and look forward, thinking at his question.

"Yeah. Yeah it does feel vulnerable but I also feel like that's what makes me different then other artist, what puts me out. That l'm able to make songs about the good and the bad and the maybe not so glorious times in my life. I enjoy showing my fans that I'm not all sunshine and rainbows like other music artists try to be, l give them things to relate to, show them that I'm just like them too." I explain the best I can. Grateful that I have a boyfriend that wants to understand me.

He reaches out and squeezes my knee gently, his voice filled with respect. "That's what makes you so special, baby. You're authentic. You're real. And that's what people connect with."

"Why'd you ask?" I say curiously.

"I asked because... I don't know. I guess I just wanted to understand what goes through your mind when you write these songs. How you feel in those moments when you're putting all these emotions down on paper." He takes a moment before continuing.

His gaze fixed on me. "I just... I want to know everything about you. Understand you better."

"That's so sweet.." I whisper, playing with his fingers in his lap.

"Can I confess something to you?"

"Always."

Travis takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak his truth. He looks into my eyes, his gaze filled with earnestness. "Sometimes when you write these songs, and you're pouring your heart out like this... it makes me emotional. Vulnerable. And sometimes I get a little jealous."

"Jealous? Why?" I say instantly, forgetting that he's being vulnerable with me and telling me how he feels.

Travis lets out a soft sigh, hesitating for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. "Because... it's like... you're letting the world see a part of you that I only get to see behind closed doors. A part of you that's raw, unfiltered, and I'm the only one who gets to see it when it's not on public display. And I guess I just want to keep that part of you all to myself. Selfish, I know. But that's how I feel."

"You're still one of the very few people I let see me write songs. These notebooks Trav," I say closing my note book and holding it up.

"These books are something only two people have ever seen. And those two people are in this room." I say tossing my notebook across the room next to the other ones in a pile.

"I'm honored baby, I really am." He says quietly.

"My songs are the only things that the public sees during this process, the song writing process. You don't need to be jealous that everyone gets to see it because they don't. They speculate all they want about the meaning behind my lyrics but they don't actually have concrete evidence." I tell him softly.

"You're right. I guess I never really thought about it that way. They might see the end result, but they don't really see what goes into it." He chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Now that I know how you feel about the songwriting process... I kind of wanna ask you something else." He says and I hum.

"Have you ever written any... spicy.. songs about us?" He smirks and I go bright red.

"Now that. I'm pleading the fifth." I giggle as he pulls me into his lap.

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