Tayvis One-Shots

morning cuddles

Taylor's POV

I roll over in bed, stretching and yawning, expecting to find Travis still lying next to me, but the space beside me is cold, empty. My hand brushes over the sheets where he was, and a small sigh escapes me. I should've woken up earlier, but I didn't expect him to be gone this early.

I pull myself up and look over at the clock. 7:15 a.m. Normally, Travis is all about the morning cuddles, those lazy moments where we linger together, talking about nothing and everything. But today? Nothing.

The faint sound of the front door closing reaches my ears, and I squint toward the hallway. The unmistakable sound of Travis's sneakers against the floor echoes in the silence. He's going to work out. With Patrick.

I feel a little sting in my chest. It's not like I'm mad at him, but we've always made time for each other in the mornings. That's our thing. We're not exactly the type to stick to rigid schedules, but that little moment of togetherness has always been ours. And now... he's gone. For a workout.

I frown, pulling the blankets tighter around me as I settle back into the bed.

It's silly, I know. I shouldn't be upset. It's not like I don't get it. He's been working hard, and Patrick's his workout buddy. I mean, I'm not unreasonable. But still, part of me feels a little abandoned. A little... lonely. I thought the start of my day would be a little brighter, a little warmer with him beside me. And now? Well, now I'm just here. Alone.

I grab my phone off the nightstand and unlock it, scrolling through social media, anything to distract myself from how... weird it feels without him here. The fact that he's probably laughing with Patrick, completely oblivious to how I'm feeling. It's fine. I can handle it. I'm not needy, I don't need him to give me attention all the time.

But this morning, I guess I just wanted him.

I sigh again, clicking on a random text thread, trying to pretend like I'm fine. But deep down, I can't help but feel a little petty, a little ignored. The bed is too big without him in it. It's just a reminder of the emptiness when he's not here.

I finally throw the blankets off and stand up, letting the cold floor beneath my feet ground me. The familiar weight of my thoughts feels heavier than usual.

Maybe I'll text him. Let him know I miss him. I know, I know- it's not a big deal. But the quiet sting is still there.

I send the message before I can talk myself out of it: I miss my morning cuddles. You've left me in a cold bed alone.

And then, because I'm not that dramatic, I add a little heart emoji at the end. Just to soften it. Just to let him know I'm not angry, just... missing him.

And maybe, just maybe, it'll make him think about coming back sooner.

Travis's POV

I'm halfway through my set when my phone buzzes in the pocket of my gym shorts. I reach for it quickly, swiping the screen to check the message. My heart skips a beat when I see it's from Taylor.

I miss my morning cuddles. You've left me in a cold bed alone. 💙

The words hit me harder than I expected, and my breath catches for a second. Damn. I hadn't realized how much I'd taken those quiet mornings with her for granted. The way she curls into me, all soft and sleepy, like I'm the only thing that matters. 

I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping to my workout routine with Patrick, but now... now I'm feeling like a jerk for not giving her that little piece of my morning.