So High School - Tayvis One Shots

30: A Love that Shines

It was a crisp, sunny Saturday morning, and the Kelce and Swift families were gathered at the Kelce family home, filling the rooms with laughter, warmth, and love. Taylor and Travis were both in high spirits, excited to be surrounded by family with no obligations hanging over them—no games, no press, just a rare day spent entirely in the company of loved ones.

Donna, always the gracious host, had outdone herself for brunch, setting up a buffet-style feast with everything from eggs and bacon to French toast and fresh fruit. The scent of pancakes and fresh coffee filled the house, mingling with the lively hum of family chatter and children's laughter echoing from every corner.

Taylor, who had joined Donna early in the kitchen to help prepare the meal, now carried a platter of fresh pastries into the living room where Travis was sprawled on the couch with his nieces, Wyatt and Elliott, giggling and climbing all over him.

"Look at Uncle Trav!" Wyatt giggled as she tugged on his sweatshirt.

"Y'all are lucky I've got the day off, or I'd be too sore to play monkey bars," Travis chuckled, letting out a playful growl as he lifted Wyatt up above his head, making her squeal with laughter.

Taylor grinned, watching him with pure affection, her heart full as she placed the platter down and joined them on the couch. Elliott immediately clambered onto her lap, looking up at Taylor with wide eyes. "Are you gonna marry Uncle Trav?" she asked in an innocent voice, the question bringing a chorus of laughter from the adults nearby.

Travis raised his eyebrows, his cheeks coloring as he looked at Taylor with a playful grin. "Well, Tay, what's the answer?"

Taylor felt her cheeks heat, but she grinned, hugging Elliott closer. "Maybe," she said, keeping her tone light. "But only if he promises to make me pancakes every Saturday morning."

Travis laughed, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That sounds like a deal I could get behind." His voice was warm, his hand finding hers and squeezing it softly.

Donna, overhearing from the kitchen, chuckled. "Well, that's settled then! Travis, better start working on your pancake-flipping skills." She shot him a teasing smile, causing everyone to laugh.

They settled in around the living room, brunch plates balanced on laps and tables as the kids scattered about, giggling and sneaking bites from the adults' plates. Travis kept Taylor close, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. It was a small gesture, but one that brought a surge of warmth through her. His casual displays of affection had become her comfort, each small touch a quiet reminder that he was always there.

As they ate, Jason and Kylie sat across from them, exchanging amused glances every time Travis leaned in to steal a kiss from Taylor, which, in typical Travis fashion, was often. He'd plant a gentle kiss on her temple, then on her cheek, and finally on her lips, making her laugh and squirm, whispering, "Trav, everyone's watching."

"Good," he'd reply with a smirk. "Let them see how lucky I am."

This earned him a nudge from Jason. "Easy there, bro. We're all trying to enjoy brunch here, not watch a rom-com," he teased, though his grin was wide and genuine.

But Taylor and Travis just laughed, unbothered by the teasing. Being with each other had a way of making the world blur into the background. The morning passed in blissful ease, full of affectionate glances, lingering touches, and quiet exchanges. Their connection was palpable, their laughter infectious, spreading through the room like sunshine.

As the day wore on, the families moved outside into the backyard where they had set up chairs and blankets on the grass. The kids were running around with bubbles and water guns, their laughter ringing out like music as the adults settled in, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.