Tayvis One-Shots

stomach bug

Taylor's POV

I'd been to plenty of Travis's games before, so the routine was familiar by now: the pre-game buzz, the roaring crowd, and the way my heart swelled with pride every time I saw him take the field. But today felt different. My stomach was already churning, not from nerves about the game itself, but from something else entirely.

"You're too quiet," Travis said, stepping into the bedroom as I sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through my phone. He was already dressed in his team-issued travel gear, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

"I'm not quiet," I replied, glancing up at him with a forced smile.

"Liar," he said, tossing his bag onto the floor and sitting beside me. His hand found my knee, his thumb brushing small circles against the fabric of my jeans. "What's going on?"

I sighed, setting my phone down. "It's nothing. Just... I've been feeling a little off today."

His brows furrowed in concern, and I immediately regretted saying anything. "Off how? Like, sick? Should we stay home?"

"No!" I said quickly, shaking my head. "Not sick. Just tired, I guess. Probably didn't drink enough water or something."

"You sure?" he asked, leaning closer, his blue eyes scanning my face like he was looking for cracks in my story.

I nodded. "Positive. Besides, I'm not missing a chance to cheer you on."

That earned me a smile, and he kissed my forehead before standing. "Alright, but if you feel even a little worse, you tell me, okay?"

"Deal," I said, forcing another smile as I climbed off the bed and made my way to the closet.

Even though I'd been to enough games to know the drill, I still felt the need to look the part. I pulled out my favorite piece of Chiefs gear: a snug red hoodie with "Kelce" and the number 87 stitched on the back. I paired it with black leggings and white sneakers, keeping it comfortable but game-day ready.

As I tugged the hoodie over my head, Travis poked his head back into the room. "You're seriously going to make me compete with how good you look in my name?"

I laughed, rolling my eyes as I smoothed the fabric. "You've got 70,000 people screaming for you out there. I think you'll be fine."

"I don't know," he teased, stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "You might just steal the show."

"Don't be ridiculous," I said, tilting my head back to look at him.

He grinned, kissing the top of my head. "Ready to go?"

"Ready," I said, grabbing my bag and sliding my sunglasses on.

The drive to the stadium was smooth, the familiar route laced with anticipation. Fans were already pouring in, decked out in red and gold, their energy infectious.

As we pulled into the lot, I felt Travis's hand brush against mine. "You sure you're feeling okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, more insistent.

"I'm good, Trav," I promised, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Stop worrying about me and focus on your game."

He nodded, though his expression remained unconvinced. "Alright, but you know the drill, if you need anything, text me or find Kylie, okay?"

"I've got it covered," I said, smiling as I hopped out of the car.

The atmosphere was electric, just like every other game day, but the twisting in my stomach refused to let up. I chalked it up to bad timing and shook it off, determined not to let anything ruin the day.