Requested by: @USMCRules
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming the room and gently rousing Taylor from her sleep. She blinked, feeling the fatigue deep in her bones, but for once, she was surprised by how rested she felt. Travis must have woken up with the quintuplets during the night and let her sleep in.
She rolled over to see that Travis wasn't in bed. Her curiosity piqued, Taylor slowly sat up, the familiar aches of exhaustion creeping into her body. Just as she was about to get up and check on the babies, the sound of clattering pans and soft humming reached her ears. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she realized what was happening.
Travis was making breakfast.
Taylor got up, throwing on one of Travis's oversized hoodies and padding her way down the hall toward the kitchen. As she reached the doorway, the sight before her made her heart swell. There, standing at the stove, was Travis, carefully flipping pancakes with one hand while holding baby Oliver in the crook of his other arm. The other four babies were propped up in their high chairs, happily babbling as they watched their dad in action.
"Good morning, beautiful," Travis called out without turning around, sensing her presence. He flashed her a grin over his shoulder. "I made you breakfast."
Taylor laughed softly, walking over to him. "You're a lifesaver. I can't remember the last time I had a full night of sleep."
"I figured you needed it," he said, flipping the last pancake onto a plate and setting it on the table. "So, breakfast is served. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes—your favorite."
Taylor leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, grateful for the small moments of peace he always seemed to find for her. "Thank you. You didn't have to do all this."
"I wanted to. Plus, I've got practice in a bit, so I thought I'd make things easier for you before I go."
Taylor raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eye. "Don't you usually just grab a protein bar and run out the door?"
"Yeah, well..." Travis smirked, bouncing Oliver in his arms. "I might've had an idea. The guys at practice have been bugging me to bring the kids in, so I figured why not?"
Her eyes widened in mock horror. "You're taking all five babies to practice? Alone?"
Travis nodded, grinning mischievously. "Yep. Figured I'd give you a break. Plus, the team's been dying to meet them, and Coach Reed is basically threatening me at this point. I'll be back in a few hours—don't worry, I got this."
Taylor laughed, shaking her head. "You're braver than I am, Kelce."
He winked, gently placing Oliver in his high chair and grabbing his breakfast. "I've survived worse. Trust me, they'll be fine."
By the time Travis was ready to leave for the stadium, the babies were bundled up in their tiny Chiefs gear, looking adorable in their mini jerseys. Taylor stood at the front door, watching as Travis loaded up the car seats with a surprising level of efficiency. He had clearly gotten the hang of juggling five babies, and she couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he handled it all.
"Call me if you need help," Taylor said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "Though I don't know what I can do from here."
Travis chuckled, closing the car door and walking back toward her. "I won't need to call. I've got this under control. You just relax."
"I'll believe it when I see it," she teased, but there was genuine affection in her tone.
Travis kissed her goodbye and hopped into the driver's seat, giving her a confident wave as he pulled out of the driveway. Taylor waved back, watching until the car disappeared down the street.
