(4 August)
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(Travis's Perspective)
Travis woke up to the buzz of his phone and groggily reached out to grab it. The light from the screen illuminated Taylor's name and her familiar, heartwarming messages.
Taylor: Good morning, mister.
Taylor: Last day!!! You successfully survived the camp, congratulations!
He grinned, her words immediately lifting his spirits. It was the final day of training camp, and while the last two weeks had been tough—mentally and physically—he felt proud of himself. He'd come a long way. The first few days had been rough, filled with mistakes and adjustments, but by the second week, he'd found his groove again.
Having Taylor and his family cheering for him from afar had made all the difference. He had avoided social media entirely, refusing to let any outside noise throw him off course.
The morning started with one final, grueling practice. Even though it was the last session, their coaches didn't go easy on them. The drills were relentless, the plays intense, but knowing it was the end made it bearable.
After practice, Travis joined the team for lunch. The atmosphere was lighthearted, filled with laughter and relief as everyone prepared to head home. After clearing out their dorms and saying their goodbyes, when it was finally time to leave, Travis walked out of the gates with Patrick, Mecole, and a couple of other guys, all of them laughing about some inside joke. But as soon as he stepped outside, his laughter froze, he stopped dead in his tracks.
(Taylor's Perspective)
Taylor's alarm went off, pulling her from sleep. She reached for her phone and typed out a quick message to Travis, smiling as she thought about how today was his last day at camp.
After a lazy morning, an idea struck her: why not surprise him by picking him up? It was Sunday, and she didn't have any work to bring home. The thought of seeing his face when he saw her was enough to spur her into action.
After lunch, she got ready, opting for a pair of light blue ripped shorts and an off-white loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She paired it with black ankle boots and aviator sunglasses, leaving her hair loose to flow naturally in the summer breeze.
She left around 2 p.m., the drive to the camp taking roughly an hour and a half. As she approached the location, her heart began to race with excitement. Pulling into the lot, she parked and leaned casually against her car, scanning the gate for any sign of Travis.
It didn't take long before the players began trickling out, chatting and laughing as they carried their bags. And then she saw him.
Her breath hitched at the sight of him, tall and broad, his Chiefs T-shirt stretched across his chest and his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His hair was slightly messy, no doubt from practice, and he looked as handsome as ever.
When his eyes landed on her, his steps faltered, and his laughter died. She bit back a grin as his mouth opened slightly in surprise, his wide eyes giving away his disbelief.
(Travis's Perspective)
Travis couldn't believe his eyes. Standing just a few feet away was Taylor, her arms crossed and one leg casually propped against the car. Her hair caught the light as it flowed in the breeze, and her smile was enough to stop him in his tracks.
His conversation with the guys faded into the background as he broke into a grin, his heart pounding with excitement.
"Hey, man, why'd you stop?" Mecole asked, turning to follow Travis's gaze.
Patrick spotted her next, letting out a low whistle. "Kelce's girl came to pick him up. I think we've officially lost him."
Travis didn't even bother responding, though he did flip Patrick off before he started walking toward her, his pace quickening until he was practically jogging. Taylor took off her sunglasses, her warm eyes locking with his as he approached.
When he reached her, he didn't hesitate, pulling her into a kiss, his hand cupping her cheek.
"What are you doing here?" he finally asked, his voice soft with disbelief.
"Surprise," she said, her eyes sparkling.
"This is the best surprise ever," he replied, pulling her into a tight hug. He buried his face in her hair, letting the scent of her shampoo and the warmth of her presence wash over him.
"I couldn't wait to see you," Taylor admitted, looking up at him. "I thought, why not come pick you up?"
For a moment, Travis couldn't speak. His chest tightened with emotion as he realized just how much she cared for him. "I missed you a lot," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
"I missed you too," she said, wrapping her arms tighter around him.
Before either of them could say anything else, they heard a loud throat-clearing behind them.
Travis turned to see Patrick and Mecole standing a few feet away, smirking.
Patrick crossed his arms. "So, are you gonna introduce us, or are we just gonna stand here and watch you two make googly eyes at each other?"
Travis rolled his eyes but smiled, taking Taylor's hand as they walked toward the group. "Guys, this is Taylor. Taylor, meet Patrick and Mecole."
Patrick gave her an exaggerated bow. "Hello, Miss Doctor. I've heard great things about you."
Mecole tilted his head. "Wait, am I missing something here?"
Patrick smirked, clapping Mecole on the shoulder. "Taylor here was Travis's PT. Helped him get back on his feet. And now, she's his girlfriend."
"Dude!" Travis groaned, shaking his head in exasperation.
Mecole grinned, raising his hand for a high five. "Way to go, man!"
Taylor laughed at their antics. "It's nice to meet you both. Looks like you all survived camp."
Travis groaned dramatically. "Don't even get me started."
After chatting for a few minutes, Taylor and Travis finally said their goodbyes, getting into her car.
As Taylor drove, Travis couldn't help but steal glances at her.
"You know," he said, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together, "you didn't have to do this. But I'm so glad you did."
She smiled, squeezing his hand. "Anytime, Mr. Kelce. Happy to be your personal chauffeur." She tipped an imaginary hat with her free hand, making him chuckle.
When I Believe in a Thing Called Love came on the radio, Taylor turned up the volume.
"I love this song!" she said, her excitement infectious.
Travis grinned. "Me too."
They both sang along loudly and dramatically, laughing at their off-key notes.
"I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day!" they sang in unison, pointing at each other.
When the song ended, Travis lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. "Thank you for being you."
Taylor glanced at him, her heart full. "Always."
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Not the best chapter but it's tayday.
Happy Birthday to Tay!!! No words could ever describe the love I, and all of us out there, have for her.
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