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

Epilogue - Timeless

(13 July 2020)

The morning of Taylor and Travis's wedding was one filled with a flurry of activity, emotions, and nerves that buzzed in the air like electricity. The Italian sun glistened over the stunning backdrop of Lake Como, where the two had decided to exchange vows. The venue had been a labor of love to finalize, but the moment they saw the serene beauty of the lake against the lush green hills, they knew it was the perfect place to begin the next chapter of their lives.

Taylor, in keeping with tradition, had carefully curated her "Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue." Her mother's veil, delicately embroidered and timeless, served as her "Something Old." The "Something New" was her custom-made wedding dress: an off-the-shoulder masterpiece of lace with a plunging V-neck that seemed to glow against her skin. "Something Borrowed" was a delicate, wreath-like brooch from Kylie, pinned to the bouquet of white roses she'd carry down the aisle. And finally, the "Something Blue" was the soft, dreamy blue canopy draped over the altar where they would exchange their vows.

In her bridal suite, Taylor was a mix of excitement and nerves. She had spent the morning pacing, her hands clammy despite the reassurances of her friends. Selena, Blake, and Tree were already dressed and ready, knowing their main job today was to keep Taylor calm—and out of her own head.

"Okay, Tay," Selena said, gently steering her toward the makeup chair. "Sit down before you make a hole into the carpet."

Blake, her maid of honor, grinned as she handed Taylor a glass of champagne. "You're going to be fine. Besides, have you seen yourself? You're about to walk down that aisle and knock Travis off his feet."

Taylor laughed nervously, sipping her champagne. "I don't know how people do this without completely losing their minds."

Tree smirked. "Well, most people don't marry an NFL superstar in Italy with half the world waiting for pictures."

"Not helping!" Taylor exclaimed, throwing a small pillow in Tree's direction.

After makeup and hair—her blonde locks styled into an elegant yet effortless messy bun—her mother entered the room with the veil in her hands. Andrea's eyes brimmed with tears as she helped Taylor fasten it.

"You look breathtaking, sweetheart," Andrea said, her voice catching. "Travis is going to lose it when he sees you."

Taylor smiled, her own tears threatening to fall. "I hope he doesn't lose it too much. I need him to stay standing at least until we say 'I do.'"

Finally, it was time.

Taylor stood at the entrance of the aisle, her parents on either side of her. She clutched her bouquet tightly, her knuckles white from the grip. The soft melody of string instruments filled the air as the guests rose to their feet, all turning to see the bride.

She took her first step, and her eyes immediately locked on Travis. He stood at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking effortlessly handsome. But it wasn't his appearance that stole her breath—it was the way he was looking at her. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and his smile was so full of love and pride that it made her heart swell.

Travis reached up to subtly wipe a tear away, and Taylor couldn't help but laugh softly through her own tears. He was wearing the platinum "TnT" bracelet she had given him after the Super Bowl, a small but powerful reminder of their journey together.

Each step she took made the moment more real. This wasn't a fantasy. This wasn't a dream. This was their forever.

When she finally reached the altar, Travis extended his hand to help her step up. Their eyes met, and it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. He lifted her veil gently, his touch as soft as a whisper.