Cheeks Pink

Laughing like a little kid

*Sorry for any wrong typos

*Just a random pop-up idea, it's short 

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One night, after a long day, the sound of the TV hums softly in the background. Taylor settles into bed, a book in one hand, her other hand gently rubbing Benjamin's belly as he lies next to her. Meredith and Olivia lounge lazily on the floor, while Travis is in the bathroom finishing his nightly routine, letting his phone scroll automatically through Instagram Reels.

As he's about to finish up, a familiar sound catches his attention—"Hit it, boys!" He looks down at his screen, where a grainy, old video of young Taylor, maybe ten or eleven, plays. She's wearing a white tank top and black trousers, her hair super blonde, belting out a country song in a small bar with total confidence. Her voice is spirited and strong, and she's clearly giving it her all.

Travis chuckles, unable to hold back his grin as he watches her twirl and pace back and forth on stage, gripping the mic tightly and throwing in a few exaggerated arm movements. Little Taylor is all heart, and to him, absolutely adorable.

With a mischievous spark in his eye, Travis suddenly bolts out of the bathroom and stands at the foot of the bed. "Hit it, boys!" he sings loudly, waving the phone in his hand around like a microphone. "Make it deep!" He moves his hips side to side, exaggerating every step.

Taylor jumps, looking up from her book with wide eyes, immediately realizing what he's doing. "Travis, what are you..."

"So long... who cares?" he continues dramatically, imitating her every move from the video, strutting back and forth in front of the TV and spinning in circles with wild abandon.

Within seconds, Taylor is doubled over, her hand covering her mouth as she tries to stifle her laughter. The funny little spin, the overly dramatic hand gestures—it's all too much. She puts her book aside and crawls to the edge of the bed, getting closer to his "stage", now she can watch and listen to the video in his hand more clearly.

"Oh my god, where did you even find this?" she manages between laughs, her cheeks turning pink. "I was so serious back then!"

Travis pauses mid-spin, feigning deep concentration, and says in a high-pitched voice, "Excuse me, I am a serious performer!" He throws in another spin, hopping slightly and placing a hand over his heart, pretending to be utterly lost in the moment.

Taylor can barely breathe, tears streaming down her face as he continues imitate even the clip replay again on itself. Now he's on a roll, adding in even more dramatic flair and a few of his own goofy gestures.

When he finally stops, catching his breath, Taylor is sitting on her knees, arms open wide, reaching out to him as she giggles. "That was... actually impressive," she says.

Travis tosses his phone onto the bed and wraps her in a tight hug, covering her with a trail of small kisses. "You are so ridiculously adorable, super duper cute my lady," he says, smiling into her hair.

Taylor pouts playfully, her cheeks still flushed from laughing. "I looked kinda... chubby, though," she says, thinking back to that time.

"Hey, hey, hey," Travis says, leaning back a bit to look her in those blue eyes. "Not at all." His hand strokes her cheek gently. "I loveeeee that little chubby-cheeked Tay. And honestly? I kinda want those cheeks to be chubby again." He leans in, kissing both sides of her face.

"Haha, very funny," Taylor rolls her eyes, wiping away a stray tear from laughing.

"I'm serious. I want those chubby cheeks," Travis whispers, leaning in closer. "Because then I can nibble on them like this..." He pretends to bite her cheek gently.

"Travvv!" Taylor giggles, trying to push him away.

"These cheeks are delicious," Travis teases, peppering more pretend bites and kisses on her face between laughs.

Taylor laughs even harder, her hands trying to cover his mouth. He finally pulls back, chuckling as he watches her catch her breath. An idea pops into his head, and he looks at her with a mischievous grin.

"Wait, I have to text your mom," Travis says, reaching for his phone.

"What? Why?" Taylor's eyes widen in playful suspicion.

"I need to ask her for more videos of you as a kid," he replies, barely able to contain his excitement. "I bet she has a whole stash of little Taylor being... well, little Taylor."

"Oh, no, you don't!" she exclaims, cheeks flushing. Laughing, she reaches for his phone, but Travis holds it just out of her reach even as she sits up on her knees. "Come on, Trav!" she pleads, still giggling. "You've already seen enough of them on the internet!"

"Oh, no way. I need to see it all," Travis says, his voice playful but his determination real. He holds his phone higher as she tries to grab his bicep to reach his phone.

Taylor lunges closer, laughing as she stretches, "I already gave you access to all the unreleased videos on my laptop and my phone. These are exclusive—nobody else has seen them." She lets out a dramatic sigh,

"Oh, I absolutely need more," he says, laughing as he winks and finally lets her take his phone. He pulls her into his lap. "Those video will never be enough, Tay," he murmurs, nuzzling into her neck, making her giggle. "I'll watch them until my last breath"

"Are you sure?" Taylor chuckles, running her hand through his hair. "You might get bored."

"Never," he says, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder.

"Well, then I'll have to ask Mama Donna and Jason for more videos of little Travis too," Taylor snickers. "I haven't seen nearly enough of those."

"Oh, trust me," Travis laughs. "You don't want to see a kid with every sports ball under the sun, just rolling around in the grass all day."

They both laugh until their cheeks hurt, the shared joy filling the room. It's a memory they'll cherish—a perfect blend of their worlds, where they can be a little silly, a little nostalgic, and fully themselves together.