TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

No Christmas Missed

A/N who wants to hear my rep tv theory

oh well i'm telling you it anyway

SO I THINK ITS COMING IN LATE MARCH - LATE APRIL 2025

SO 2025 IS THE YEAR OF THE SNAKE 

AND SO IS 1989 

AND THERES THE ARIES SCENE IN THE KARMA MUSIC VIDEO 

WITH A ROCK 

WITH A SNAKE ON IT 

AND THE 321 THEORY 

WHAT HAPPENS TO BE THE FIRST DATE OF ARIES SEASON 

MARCH 21ST

 WHICH IN AMERICAN DATE FORM JUST HAPPENS TO BE 3/21 

AND ARIES IS MY STAR SIGN 

SO SHES OBVIOUSLY DOING IT FOR ME

Travis' POV

I woke up to the sound of Taylor humming Christmas carols in the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon and coffee wafting through the house. Normally, I'd be up before her, teasing her for always burning the first batch of pancakes, but today... today, my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my throat felt like I'd swallowed sandpaper.

Not today, I told myself, sitting up too fast. The room tilted for a moment, but I steadied myself. It was Christmas, and we were in Rhode Island with her family. Missing this wasn't an option.

I shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. When I looked in the mirror, my reflection didn't inspire confidence. My cheeks were pale, my eyes slightly puffy. I could almost hear Jason's voice in my head: "Bro, you look like you went ten rounds with a snowstorm."

"Travis?" Taylor's voice floated down the hall. "You awake?"

"Yeah," I croaked, wincing at the sound.

She poked her head in, her face lighting up when she saw me. "Merry Christmas, babe!"

"Merry Christmas," I mumbled, forcing a grin.

But Taylor wasn't buying it. She stepped closer, her expression shifting to concern. "Are you feeling okay? You sound like you've been gargling rocks."

"Fine," I lied. "Just a little morning grogginess."

Her eyebrow quirked up in that way that said she didn't believe me, but she let it slide. For now.

Taylor's POV

I wasn't an idiot. Travis might be a world-class athlete, but he was a terrible liar. His voice sounded raspy, and his usual morning energy was nowhere to be found.

Still, he seemed determined to power through, so I let him help me carry presents to the tree. Donna and Andrea were chatting in the kitchen, the kids were playing with their new toys, and everything felt perfect... except Travis.

He tried to sit at the table for breakfast, but he barely touched his plate. Wyatt and Eliotte noticed too, peppering him with questions like, "Why are you so quiet, Uncle Travis?"

"Just saving my energy for present unwrapping," he joked, but his voice was strained.

After breakfast, he excused himself to "grab something from the car." I followed him out, finding him leaning against the door, his head in his hands.

"Okay, what's going on?" I demanded, crossing my arms.

He looked up, caught red-handed. "Nothing."

"Travis." My tone left no room for argument.

"I feel a little off, but I'm fine," he admitted, finally.

"A little off?" I reached up to press a hand to his forehead. He flinched but didn't stop me. "Travis, you're burning up!"

"It's just a little fever. I'm not missing Christmas with your family."

Travis's POV

There was no arguing with Taylor when she got that look in her eyes. The "you're-about-to-do-what-I-say" look.

"You're going to bed," she said firmly, already tugging me back inside.

"I'm fine!" I protested, weakly.

"You're sick," she countered. "And if you don't rest, you're going to get everyone else sick too."

"But it's Christmas!"

"And I want you to be okay. What do you think my mom's gonna care about more: you toughing it out or you getting better?"

I sighed, knowing I'd lost.

Before I knew it, I was upstairs in one of the guest rooms, tucked into bed like a kid. Taylor brought me tea and sat by my side, brushing the hair off my forehead.

"You're not mad, are you?" I asked after a while.

She laughed softly. "Mad? Travis, you're the most stubborn, lovable man I've ever met. I'm not mad. I just don't want you to push yourself too hard."

Taylor's POV

Once Travis finally fell asleep, I snuck back downstairs to rejoin the family. Everyone noticed his absence, of course, but when I explained he wasn't feeling well, Donna jumped into action.

"He needs my chicken soup," she declared, already pulling ingredients from the pantry.

"Classic," I teased.

By evening, Travis was feeling a little better. He came downstairs in his sweats and joined us by the fire. He sat on the couch, pulling me into his lap, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Sorry for missing most of the day," he murmured.

"You didn't miss anything," I said, turning to kiss his cheek. "You were here. That's what matters."

When the clock struck midnight, and the snow started falling softly outside, I couldn't help but think that this might be the coziest, most meaningful Christmas yet—even if it didn't go exactly as planned.

A/N REQUESTS???

i kind of need a vent so text me in the comments if you need to talk aswell cause im here to listen