peter (tayvis shortfic)

words from the mouths of babes

Rhode Island, 2025

It was a peaceful afternoon in Rhode Island, with the sun shining softly and the sea breeze gently swaying the curtains of the house. Taylor and Travis were in the kitchen, preparing dinner together. Emma was at school, and the atmosphere at home was serene, filled with laughter and the small, affectionate gestures that had defined their routine since moving there.

Taylor, six months pregnant, looked more radiant than ever. She had grown accustomed to the changes in her body, but this moment felt especially exciting. It was as if the love she felt for Travis and Emma had only grown stronger with the new life she was carrying. They were expecting their second child, a gift she knew would bring even more light into their lives.

"Did you ever imagine we'd have a house full of kids one day?" Travis joked, watching Taylor as she stirred the tomato sauce. His voice was light, filled with happiness, and his eyes reflected the deep love he felt for her.

"I always knew it would be with you," Taylor replied, smiling softly, her eyes shining with affection. "Now, I can't imagine my life without all this chaos. I love you, Travis."

He stepped closer, placing a hand on Taylor's belly. "And I love you even more. I can't believe we're expecting another. Another life to complete ours."

He kissed her forehead, a simple but deeply affectionate gesture. They had learned to cherish these small moments—the ones where they were together, unhurried, simply enjoying each other's presence and the happiness they had found.

Their life had become a harmonious cycle of work, laughter, and routine. Mornings always began the same way: Travis woke early to make breakfast, while Taylor got up a little later, stretching and resting her hand on her belly, feeling the life growing inside her. They'd share breakfast together, chatting about everything and nothing, sharing the little joys of daily life.

"Have you thought about names for the baby?" Travis asked while brewing coffee.

"I've thought of a few options. But I'll let you decide, if you want," Taylor replied, smiling. "What do you think of Peter? Or maybe Lucca? I'm still deciding."

"I like Peter," Travis said, glancing at her with a soft smile. "It goes perfectly with Emma."

"Then Peter it is," Taylor agreed, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over her.

As the day went on, the couple found themselves in a calm yet profound rhythm. Every gesture from Travis, every word from Taylor, seemed to carry a love that filled the house, wrapping everything around them. Their routine was simple, but it was exactly what they wanted. They were content, secure, and above all, in love. With eachother and with their beautiful family.

By late afternoon, as the sunlight slowly faded, Taylor and Travis decided to take a walk on the beach. Emma had returned from school and was in the yard playing with Benjamin, her cat. The air was fresh, and the gentle sound of waves breaking on the shore seemed to create a soothing melody that followed them.

Hand in hand, they walked along the wet sand, their eyes fixed on the horizon. Taylor, six months pregnant, looked lighter, more at peace than ever. She felt connected to Travis, to Emma, to the life forming within her.

"Have you thought about the future?" Taylor asked, gazing at the sea, as if the waves held the answers she was seeking.

"I think about us. About how our story has brought us here. How we found each other and never let go," Travis replied, stopping for a moment to look at her. "I think about how, in the future, our kids will grow up and look at us as an example. As something good and beautiful. It doesn't matter where we are, as long as it's with you."