I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - A Tayvis Story

Time Is Gonna Come

Two days left. Finally.

Taylor sat waiting in the physio room, checking the clock every few seconds, her heart beating a little faster with each tick. She'd been up half the night, her mind running through every "almost" moment she and Travis had shared since their confession. The stolen glances, the soft touches, the messages that felt like tiny secrets just for them.

The door opened, and there he was. As soon as Travis walked in, his eyes found hers, and they both smiled, that warm, familiar smile that had come to mean so much. It was still strange to think they were so close to being able to finally be together, no holds barred.

"Hey," Taylor greeted, her voice soft.

"Hey," he replied, taking his usual seat but letting his gaze linger on her a little longer than usual.

She took a deep breath, leaning back in her chair, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling up. "So, two days left, huh?"

Travis's eyes softened, and he nodded. "Yeah. And as excited as I am, I gotta say... I'll miss this, too. Not the injury part," he laughed, "but these moments with you here."

Taylor felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and she looked down for a second, her fingers fiddling with a pen on the table. "I know what you mean. It... it became a safe space," she murmured. "Somewhere I looked forward to being."

For a few seconds, they just sat there, letting the silence hold all the things they couldn't quite say out loud. But then, with a small smile, Taylor nodded toward the equipment. "Alright, Mr. Kelce, let's get started."

They moved through the usual exercises, the rhythm of their work steady and comfortable. But today felt different, charged with anticipation. Each touch lingered a bit longer, every shared glance felt more meaningful.

After a while, Travis broke the comfortable silence, glancing at her with a playful gleam in his eye. "So... where do you want to go for dinner tomorrow?"

Taylor blinked, momentarily thrown off. "Dinner?"

Travis grinned, clearly enjoying her surprise. "Yeah. Tomorrow's the last session. After that, I'm taking you out. A proper first date." He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice. "It's been a long time coming, don't you think?"

She felt a thrill of excitement at the idea, and a smile spread across her face. "Oh... well, in that case," she said, pretending to think hard, "I guess anywhere with you sounds good."

"Anywhere?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied with her vague answer. "You've gotta give me a little more than that. Any favorite cuisine?"

Taylor bit her lip, focusing on adjusting his leg into position for the next stretch. "Honestly, I'm easy. Surprise me."

Travis sighed dramatically, and suddenly took her hand in his, stopping her in the middle of the exercise. His thumb brushed over her knuckles as he looked at her seriously. "You do want to go on this date with me, right?"

Taylor's heart stuttered, and she squeezed his hand, her eyes earnest. "Of course I do, Travis. I meant it—I'll go anywhere, as long as I'm with you. That's what matters to me."

A grin spread across his face, a warm, genuine smile that melted her insides. "Good," he murmured, his voice soft. "That's all I wanted to hear."

She cleared her throat, a little flustered, but managed to smile back, "let's make a deal," she added, a playful gleam in her eyes. "You plan tomorrow's date, and I'll plan the next one."

Travis raised an eyebrow, amusement sparking in his gaze. "We haven't even been on our first date, and you're already talking about a second?"

Taylor blushed, her cheeks warm. "I like to plan ahead."

"Oh, do you now?" he teased, giving her a mock-serious look. "But what if I turn out to be some kind of serial killer who only targets women on first dates?"

Taylor snorted, rolling her eyes. "Then I'll be ghosting you on the second date."

Travis burst into laughter, his head thrown back, and Taylor couldn't help but join in, their laughter echoing in the room. She loved the way he laughed—loved that she could make him laugh like that.

As the session wound down, they both grew quiet, realizing their time was almost up. When Travis finally stood up to leave, he lingered by the door, casting her a look filled with warmth and longing.

"Bye, Tay," he said, his voice soft but filled with so much unspoken emotion.

"Bye, Trav," she replied, her heart squeezing as he walked out.

As he walked out, Taylor felt the anticipation bubbling up inside her, the knowledge that after tomorrow, they could finally—finally—be together without holding anything back. It was just one more day.

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It was finally here—the day. Travis's last session and their first date.

Taylor had barely slept, her mind buzzing with anticipation, nerves, and a thousand what-ifs. She hadn't told her friends or her mom about the date yet. Part of her wanted to keep it just between them for a little while, savoring these early, tentative steps into something new.

But as she pulled into the hospital parking lot, she saw Tree standing by the entrance, looking flustered. Taylor's heart sank a little. She hadn't even stepped inside, and something was already amiss.

"Good morning," Tree said, though her tone was anything but cheery.

Taylor sighed, sensing drama on the horizon. "Just lay it on me."

Tree nodded toward her office. "Let's talk in there."

Inside, Tree wasted no time. "Okay, don't freak out, but listen carefully."

Taylor raised an eyebrow. "That's always a great way to start a conversation."

Tree took a deep breath. "The ventilation system malfunctioned early this morning. It was down for an hour, but we handled it. Everything's fine now."

Taylor let out a sigh of relief. "That's good news. Crisis averted."

Tree winced. "Not quite. Kansas City General just called. There was a school bus accident, and they can't take in all the patients. They asked if we can help, and... well, I said yes. So we're going to need all hands on deck."

Taylor took a deep breath, nodding as she switched into work mode. "Alright. Let's start calling everyone in. Lay the paperwork on me, get me a magic pen for all the signatures, and... bring coffee. Lots of coffee."

Tree nodded, already halfway out the door. "On it, boss."

As Taylor sank into her chair, she muttered to herself, "So much for an easy day."

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