Tayvis one-shots (3)

In Your Arms, Always (requested)

It was a chilly, overcast afternoon, and Taylor was curled up on the couch of her Nashville home, wrapped in a thick blanket. She had intended to spend the day finishing some lyrics and brainstorming for her upcoming album, but her body had other plans. The cramps hit her hard and fast that morning, and by the time the afternoon rolled around, she was in too much pain to focus on anything other than trying to breathe through the discomfort.

"Ugh," she groaned softly, clutching her stomach. The heating pad she had was barely helping, and she felt nauseous, weak, and frustrated. She hated being sidelined like this, and worse, Travis wasn't even home. He'd gone to a team meeting earlier in the day, and though he'd texted her several times to check in, Taylor didn't want to bother him with how miserable she felt.

Her phone buzzed beside her. It was a text from Travis: Hey, lovebug. How's your day going? Miss you.

Taylor smiled weakly at the nickname but sighed before responding: Not great. Cramps are killing me. I'll survive, though.

The reply came almost immediately. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm coming home now.

No, don't! Finish your meeting. I'll be okay, she typed back quickly, not wanting to disrupt his day.

But Travis wasn't one to be deterred. Minutes later, Taylor's phone rang, and she answered with a tired, "Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart," came Travis's warm voice. "I'm done with the meeting anyway, and I'm stopping by the store on my way home. Do you need anything? Chocolate? Ice cream? Heating pads? Tell me what you need, and I'll get it."

Taylor's heart melted at the concern in his voice. "You don't have to do that," she said softly.

"I want to," he insisted. "I hate knowing you're feeling this bad, babe. Let me take care of you."

Taylor sighed, her lips curving into a small smile despite the pain. "Fine. Maybe some chocolate? And..." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "Some pads? I ran out."

"Got it. Chocolate and pads. Anything else? Do you need more painkillers or tea?"

"No, just that," Taylor said. "Thank you, Trav."

"Anything for my girl," he said tenderly. "I'll be home soon, okay? Just hang in there."

About thirty minutes later, Taylor heard the front door open, followed by the sound of Travis's heavy footsteps. He walked into the living room carrying a shopping bag and wearing a look of concern.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said softly, dropping the bag on the coffee table and kneeling beside the couch. "How are you feeling?"

Taylor gave him a weak smile. "Still pretty awful."

"Well, I come bearing gifts," he said with a grin, reaching into the bag. "First, chocolate. I got your favorite."

He handed her a bar of dark chocolate, and Taylor's face lit up for the first time that day. "You're the best," she murmured, unwrapping it immediately.

"Next," Travis said, pulling out a heating pad. "A new one, because I know you said the old one barely works."

Taylor's eyes widened. "You didn't have to—"

"I did," he interrupted. "And finally..." He pulled out a box of pads and set them gently on the table. "Not sure if I got the exact kind you use, but the cashier helped me pick these out."

Taylor couldn't help but laugh at the image of Travis, a 6'5" football player, standing in the feminine products aisle asking for help. "You're seriously amazing," she said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "Thank you."