TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Forever and Always

Taylor's POV

I wasn't expecting much that night. I'd just got back from waving bye to Gigi, Bradley and Khai at the airport. We'd had a long week of relaxing on the beach and hanging out with our closest friends and family and as much as I wanted a rest what I really wanted was some alone time with Travis without kids running up to me screaming Auntie Tay or Blake Lively trying to force feed me another cocktail.

Travis had been acting weird all week, but I figured it was just him trying to balance his crazy schedule with everything we had going on. Between football season and my tour, life was a whirlwind. Still, tonight felt... different. There was something in the air, and I couldn't quite place it. I thought to myself before pulling out my phone to write a line that popped into my head.

"Hey, babe," I called out as I walked onto the beach where Travis had been when I left, dropping my Louis Vuitton bag by the patio door. The lights were dimmed, and I could hear soft music playing in the background—something soothing, like our usual playlist for winding down. I saw Travis standing near the area that was set up for hanging out in the middle of the sand, hands in his pockets, looking oddly... nervous?

"Hi," he replied, his voice a little higher than usual. I couldn't help but smile. Big, tough Travis Kelce, looking all kinds of adorable and jittery.

I raised an eyebrow, slowly walking towards him. "What's up with you? You look like you're about to give a TED Talk."

He let out a soft laugh, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. My heart started to race a bit. Was something wrong? Did I miss something?

He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair—another nervous tell. "I just... I wanted to do something tonight."

"Oh?" I asked, still trying to figure out what was going on. My brain was running through all the possibilities. A surprise date night? Maybe he got some exciting news? But the more I thought about it, the less it made sense.

Before I could ask more questions, he reached for something in his pocket. A small box.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

No way. No fucking way.

My hands flew to my mouth as he got down on one knee, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. This wasn't happening—was it?

"Tay..." he began, his voice quieter now, steady but full of emotion. I could feel my eyes welling up, but I was trying so hard not to cry yet. I needed to hear what he had to say.

He took a deep breath, looking up at me with those soft eyes I loved so much. "I know our lives are crazy, and I know we've been through a lot, but through it all... you're the person I want to come home to, the person I want to spend the rest of my life with."

I was already crying. He smiled up at me, like he expected that, and honestly, he wasn't wrong.

"You make me better in every way, Tay. You make me laugh, you keep me grounded, and you make life so much more fun just by being in it. So..." He opened the box, revealing the most stunning ring I'd ever seen. "Will you marry me?"

I was completely speechless for a moment. My hands were shaking, my heart felt like it might explode, but I managed to nod through the tears. "Yes," I whispered, barely able to get the word out.

Then, louder: "Yes!"

He stood up, grinning that big, goofy smile I love so much, and slipped the ring on my finger. Before I knew it, I was in his arms, laughing and crying at the same time. It was perfect—messy and emotional and so us.

He spun me around in his arms as we danced on the beach. Just us two without a care in the world.

Travis' POV

I swear I'd never been that nervous in my life. And I've been to Super Bowls. Something about proposing to Taylor just felt so much bigger, though. Like, I knew this was the biggest play of my life, and I didn't want to fumble it.

I'd been planning it all through training camp, trying to think of the right moment. But with our schedules, finding any time at all was like trying to tackle a running back in the open field—damn near impossible. Still, tonight felt right. It had to be tonight. After countless chats with my brother in private this week I knew it.

As soon as she walked through the door and onto the beach all my confidence started to melt away. She looked tired—beautiful as ever, but definitely tired—and for a second, I wondered if I should wait. But then she gave me that look, that teasing smile, and I knew I couldn't wait another second.

I could tell she knew something was up. She's sharp like that—always picking up on my energy like some kind of fortune teller or adorable therapy dog or something. My hands were sweating, my heart racing, but I took the plunge.

When I pulled out the box and got down on one knee, I thought I might pass out. But the look on her face, the way her eyes lit up when she realised what was happening, made every second of panic worth it.

I tried to keep it together. I had this whole speech planned in my head, but when I saw her standing there, looking like she was about to cry, my brain just sort of short-circuited. I ended up rambling—talking about how amazing she is and how much better my life is with her in it. Typical me, I guess.

When she finally said yes, I think my heart actually did a little victory dance. I slipped the ring on her finger—thank God I got the size right—and pulled her into my arms.

She was crying and laughing at the same time, and I couldn't stop grinning. This woman—this incredible, talented, beautiful woman—just said yes to spending her life with me. It felt like winning the biggest game of my career.

As we stood there, wrapped up in each other, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. I mean, I'd always considered myself lucky—I've had a great career, amazing family, and friends—but this? This was next-level. Taylor Swift was going to be my wife. How crazy is that?

"You know," I whispered into her hair as she rested her head on my chest, "I was so nervous I made Jason give me a pep talk."

She laughed, looking up at me through her tears. "Did he tell you to propose with a football ring or something"

I snorted. "Yeah, real classy."

She smiled, wiping her eyes. "You did good, Kelce."

I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I had to. I'm playing for keeps."

And in that moment, I knew—no matter how wild or unpredictable life might get, I'd always have her by my side.

A/N I'll drop a prequel soon xxx