Tayvis One-Shots

a morning in their life

here is your apology for putting two sad one-shots in a row please forgive me 

Taylor's POV

The sunlight pours through the window, warm and soft, casting a golden glow over the room. I stretch, still feeling the weight of the blankets around me. It's one of those mornings where I can't bring myself to get up, and honestly, I don't want to. I'm so comfortable here, wrapped in the sheets with Travis beside me, his presence the most comforting thing in the world.

I glance over at him, his tousled hair and peaceful face making my heart do a little flip. His body rises and falls with each breath, and for a moment, I just lie there, watching him sleep. He's so incredibly beautiful, in that effortless, quiet way that makes me fall in love with him over and over again.

"Good morning, angel," his voice rumbles, thick with sleep, but it's still full of love.

I smile against him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Morning, handsome," I murmur, my voice still a little hoarse from sleep. "You're so comfy."

He chuckles softly, and I can feel the vibrations against my skin. "I know. I'm like the best pillow you've ever had."

"Mm, debatable," I tease, shifting to curl closer, my arms wrapping around him tighter. "But you're not so bad yourself."

His arms pull me even closer, and I can feel his warmth seep into me. There's no place I'd rather be. In this moment, there's nothing else. No schedules, no rush, just us, here, together.

Travis's hand gently brushes through my hair, his fingers weaving in and out of the strands, and I close my eyes, completely lost in the simple, quiet intimacy. He kisses the top of my head. "You know, you're the best cuddler," he says, his voice still a little lazy.

I laugh, my face buried against his chest. "I know. You're lucky to have me."

"I am," he agrees, his tone light and playful. "You're perfect."

I roll my eyes, though my smile widens. "Okay, now you're just trying to get brownie points."

"I'm serious," he replies, lifting my chin so I'm looking into his eyes. His gaze softens, and I feel the affection in the air between us. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever woken up to. Every morning with you is my favorite part of the day."

I can feel my heart flutter. It's not the first time he's said something like that, but it never stops making me feel like the luckiest person in the world. "Stop it," I mutter, even though I'm pretty sure I'm blushing.

Travis smiles, his eyes crinkling with that warmth I adore. "I mean it. You're perfect. All messy hair, sleepy eyes—doesn't get better than that."

I roll my eyes again, this time laughing softly. "You're lucky you're so cute."

He leans down and kisses me gently, slow and sweet, and for a moment, the rest of the world completely fades away. The kiss deepens, and when we finally pull back, I rest my forehead against his, breathing in the calm, shared silence.

"I love waking up like this with you," he whispers, his voice low, like it's the most intimate confession.

I smile, my heart full. "Me too. It's my favorite thing too."

We lay there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms. I can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and it grounds me in a way I can't explain. Nothing else matters. Not the world, not anything. Just us, in this little bubble of contentment.

Eventually, Travis lets out a dramatic sigh, his stomach growling loud enough to interrupt our moment. He laughs, rubbing his belly. "Well, I guess that's my cue to get up. I'm starving."