Greatest In the League

code red

This was a request! It's also not that good lol

Taylors POV

I pulled into Travis' driveway with a mixture of excitement and discomfort swirling in my chest. Normally, a weekend with him meant laughter, cuddles, and a lot of affection, but today, I was feeling far from my best. My cramps had been steadily getting worse all morning, and the last thing I wanted to do was let him down. But as soon as I stepped out of the car, Travis was already waiting at the door with that wide, goofy smile of his. My heart fluttered despite the dull ache in my stomach.

"Hey, there's my girl," he said, pulling me into a big, comforting hug. His arms wrapped around me, but I winced slightly at the pressure, and I quickly tried to hide it by pulling away to give him a peck on the lips.

"Missed you," I murmured, offering him a smile. It wasn't a lie — I had missed him — but I could feel the exhaustion creeping in. The kind that only comes from fighting off cramps all day.

"You okay?" Travis asked, his brow furrowing as he studied me. He knew me too well. I shrugged it off, not ready to tell him the real reason I wasn't acting myself.

"Yeah, just tired from the drive," I said casually. His gaze lingered for a moment, like he wasn't convinced, but he let it go.

"Come on, I'll get your bag." Travis slung my overnight bag over his shoulder and led me inside. As we walked into the cozy warmth of his home, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Normally, I'd be all over him, excited for our time together, but today, all I wanted was a heating pad and to curl up in bed.

We spent the evening together, but it wasn't the usual playful energy we shared. Travis kept trying to pull me into his arms, kissing my neck, his touches affectionate but with an underlying want that I just couldn't reciprocate. Each time he touched me, I felt a twinge of discomfort — not from him, but from the persistent cramps that had me feeling irritable and distant.

"Hey, how about we watch a movie tonight?" I suggested, hoping to steer us toward something more low-key. "I just... I need to relax."

Travis raised an eyebrow, his playful smile fading slightly. "You sure? You don't seem like yourself today."

I bit my lip, wishing I could just tell him the truth, but I wasn't ready to explain why I was feeling off. It seemed too early in our relationship to do that. "I'm fine. Just a long week, that's all."

He nodded, though I could see the concern lingering in his eyes. "Alright, movie it is," he said, dropping the conversation for now.

We settled onto the couch, and though Travis tried to keep things lighthearted, his hand resting on my thigh, the pressure from even the smallest touch made my body tense up. I couldn't help it. I shifted away slightly, pretending to adjust my position.

"You sure everything's okay?" he asked again, his voice softer this time, as if he was worried he'd done something wrong.

I forced a smile, hoping it would ease his concern. "Yeah, I'm just not in the mood tonight."

He looked at me for a moment, studying my face as if trying to figure out what was really going on. I expected him to push, to ask more questions, but instead, he just nodded, pulling me gently into his side with an arm around my shoulders. "Okay. You know you can tell me if something's wrong, right?"

My heart warmed at his words, but I still couldn't bring myself to tell him. I wasn't ready to admit that I was on my period, that I didn't want to be touched, that I just needed space. So instead, I leaned into him, letting him hold me, grateful that he didn't push further.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling even worse as I normally did on day two. My cramps were more intense, and a wave of nausea hit me before I even had a chance to open my eyes fully. I groaned softly, trying to keep quiet so I wouldn't wake Travis, but it was too late. I felt him shift beside me.

"Tay?" His voice was thick with sleep, but I could hear the concern creeping in. "You okay?"

I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just need to use the bathroom."

I slipped out of bed as quickly as I could, my hand pressed to my stomach as I hurried to the bathroom. The nausea wasn't letting up, and as soon as I reached the sink, I leaned over, taking deep breaths to try to steady myself. I don't know why, but for some reason I always got nauseous when I was on my period. 

But it wasn't long before I found myself on my knees, the nausea winning out. I felt awful — not just physically, but emotionally too. I hated that I hadn't told Travis what was going on. He'd been nothing but sweet and supportive, and I'd been pushing him away. Physical touch was our love language but when I was on my period, it was the last thing I wanted. 

After a few minutes, I finally felt the nausea start to subside. I stood up slowly, splashing cold water on my face and trying to steady my breathing. When I finally opened the door, Travis was standing just outside, his expression a mix of worry and confusion.

"Taylor, what's going on?" he asked softly, his voice gentle but insistent. "You've been acting weird since you got here. And now... are you sick?"

I sighed, realizing I couldn't keep this from him any longer. He deserved to know, and I was tired of pretending everything was fine. "I'm not sick, Trav," I said quietly. "I'm... I'm on my period."

His face softened immediately, the worry in his eyes giving way to understanding. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked, stepping forward to wrap his arms around me. "I could've helped."

"I didn't want to ruin the weekend," I admitted, feeling a little ridiculous now that I was saying it out loud. "I didn't want you to think I was shutting you out. But, I guess that's kind of what ended up happening. I'm sorry."

Travis shook his head, his grip on me tightening. "Tay, you're never going to ruin anything by being honest with me. I want to know what you're feeling. I want to take care of you."

My heart swelled at his words, and I leaned into him, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I've just been feeling awful, and I didn't know how to tell you."

"You don't have to apologize," he said firmly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's make today all about you, okay? Whatever you need."

The rest of the day was a blur of comfort and care. Travis was attentive in a way that made my heart ache with how sweet he was. He brought me my favorite snacks, wrapped me up in blankets, and even ran out to get my favorite kind of tea. When the cramps hit hard later in the afternoon, he insisted on giving me a back massage, his large hands soothing away the tension in my muscles.

By the time evening rolled around, I felt more relaxed than I had in days, curled up in his arms as we watched a movie. Travis hadn't pushed for anything, hadn't tried to make a move. He just held me, his hand gently rubbing my arm as we lay there together.

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The next morning, I felt better — not perfect, but better. I woke up to find Travis already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a soft smile.

"Morning," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "How're you feeling today?"

"A little better," I admitted, stretching out beside him. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"You don't have to thank me," he said, brushing a hand through my hair. "I'd do anything for you, Tay. You know that."

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection for this man. I didn't deserve him, but I was so, so grateful he was mine.

Love,

Tashy