Tayvis One-Shots

merry christmas

Travis's POV

The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, painting the room in a golden glow. The smell of cinnamon and pine fills the air, but all I can focus on is her, curled up on the couch in her red flannel pajamas, her hair spilling across her shoulder as she carefully places a mug of hot cocoa on the coffee table.

"Merry Christmas, babe," I say, pulling her into my lap the moment she's within reach.

She grins, her lips brushing mine. "Merry Christmas."

The tree twinkles behind her, its lights reflecting in her eyes. A pile of carefully wrapped presents waits underneath, but I'm in no rush. This—her, us—is what Christmas is all about.

"You ready to exchange gifts?" she asks, bouncing slightly with excitement.

I nod, handing her a small box first.

She tears into the wrapping, her curiosity morphing into surprise as she pulls out a delicate silver locket. "Travis..."

"Open it," I say softly.

Inside is a photo of us on one side and a tiny engraving on the other: Forever isn't long enough.

Her fingers trace the words, and when she looks up, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "It's beautiful."

"You make it easy to find inspiration," I reply, kissing her temple.

"Your turn," she says, grabbing a neatly wrapped box from under the tree and handing it to me.

Inside, I find a set of custom cufflinks. Each one is engraved with a single, simple word: Ours.

"For all those red carpets and game-day suits," she teases, though her voice is soft. "I wanted you to have a little reminder of us with you."

I turn them over in my hand, the weight of her thoughtfulness sinking in. "I love them. Almost as much as I love you."

We exchange a few more kisses before she grabs a second gift.

"This one's a little different," she says, her cheeks pink.

It's a leather-bound journal, but when I flip it open, I realize it's already half-filled—with her handwriting.

"These are letters," she explains, her voice faltering. "One for every big moment we've shared so far. And I left the rest of the pages blank... for all the moments still to come."

I stare at her, speechless, before pulling her into my arms. "You're incredible, you know that?"

She laughs, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Okay, your turn."

I hand her my second gift—a larger box this time. She tears into it, revealing a carefully framed collection of pressed flowers.

"These are from every bouquet I've ever given you," I explain. "I've been saving them. I wanted you to have something that shows how much I treasure every moment with you."

Her hands fly to her mouth, and she looks at me like I've just handed her the moon. "Travis... this is..."

"Exactly how I feel about you," I finish for her.

"Thank you." She whispered, leaning into my arms.

"Thank you too." I kissed her gently, stroking her hair.

"C'mon we better go get ready for family lunch." I reminded her, and she looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling. 

"Okay!"