The story of us

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Travis pov

I wake up to the smell of bacon and to an empty bed. I get up and use the bathroom quickly before heading out to the kitchen. I smile when I see Taylor in her pajamas flipping pancakes. I stay standing at the doorway watching Taylor for a second, just enjoying the moment.

I finally decide to walk into the kitchen "good morning" Taylor says excitedly "I didn't know what you liked so I just made pancakes and there's bacon in the oven too" She adds before I can respond "That sounds amazing, need any help" I ask giving her a kiss on the cheek "Nope" she replies and even though she tries to hide it I can see her blushing

I sit down on the other side of the island while taylor takes the bacon out of the oven "do you like cooking" I ask as she shuts the oven off "Ya it's something i've always really enjoyed, my mom is an amazing cook and my grandmother was an amazing baker so I always loved learning from them" she responds coming back over the the stove and flipping a pancake

"What about you" she asks "I'm a really bad cook I have no shame about it, its just something i'm not good at" I say making her giggle a little "you can't even make like a simple cookie" She asks placing the pancake on a plate by the stove "anything to do with baking I can not do, I can cook simple foods like chicken and rice and stuff like that but when it comes to anything complicated i'm screwed"

I say making her laugh "guess i'll have to teach you then" she says and now it's my turn to blush "I guess so" I say. I see a white fluffy cat jump on the counter behind her and make its way over to the pan of bacon "hey tay" I say getting her attention "you might want to save the bacon" I say pointing to the cat

"Benjamin" She say scooping the cat up making me laugh "I don't know why your laughing you almost lost all you bacon" She says continuing to hold the cat while she cooks "He's cute for a cat" I say making her look up at me "oh ya your a dog person" she says and I nod "This may not work out" She says giggling a little. God I love her laugh.

"I think I can handle a few cats if it means getting to be with you" I say making her smile and look back down at what she's doing "well there my children so it's nonnegotiable" she says setting Benjamin back on the ground. "How many cats do you have again" I ask "Three, there's Meredith who you may never see, she's not a huge people person, and then there's Olivia who doesn't mind people she really doesn't care about much except food, and then Benjamin who you just met, he loves people and being held"

I smile hearing her rant about her cats as she flips the final pancake onto the plate and shuts the stove off. She puts some bacon on both of our plates then slides me one and puts hers next to mine. "do you want anything to drink" She asks going to walk away again "im all set" I say and she sits down next to me.

"I totally forgot to tell you but I wasn't supposed to be working at all while you where here but my producer, Jack, is leaving for tour next week so he asked if I could go to the studio today instead of next week" Taylor rambles clearly upset on how it was scheduled, I see her about to talk again before I jump in. "Its okay what time are you going" I ask taking another bite of food "6 tonight"

"okay" I say and continue eating "sorry that I couldn't reschedule" She says and I look up at her "It's okay I fully understand your both busy people and me and you have all week together so there's no need to apologize, I know how much you love what you do I wouldn't ever what to stop you from doing it" I say and she looks at me confused maybe shocked. Was that not the right thing to say

"Thank you so much for that trav" Taylor says getting up and putting her plate in the sink "no need to thank me" I say following her and putting my plate in the sink as well "well it's only 12 so we have six hours what do you want to do today" I ask and she just looks at me and smiles "whatever you want, I don't mind" she says and I walk to the living room and she follows.