Tayvis One-Shots

you'd be an amazing dad

Taylor's POV

There's a kind of grief that doesn't go away, a quiet, constant ache that becomes a part of you. That's how it felt when I learned I couldn't have children. I was only 23, sitting in a sterile doctor's office with a clinical voice explaining what my body wasn't capable of. Polycystic ovary syndrome, a tilted uterus, and a handful of other complications were stacked against me. The technical terms blurred together, but the meaning was painfully clear: no babies of my own.

At first, I convinced myself I'd be fine. I was young, career-focused, and kids weren't even on my radar. But the ache lingered, growing sharper when I saw moms at the park or tiny baby shoes in shop windows. It became a quiet fear I carried with me, a fear I kept locked away.

And then Travis happened.

Falling for him was easy. Too easy. He had this warmth, this way of making everything feel safe and light. He made me laugh in a way I hadn't in years. But with every passing day, that fear grew louder in my head. Because Travis deserved a future filled with everything he dreamed of. And I wasn't sure I could give him that.

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The soft hum of the TV filled the living room as Travis and I lounged on the couch, my legs draped across his lap. His hand absentmindedly traced patterns on my calf, and I couldn't help but smile at the warmth of the moment. These were my favorite nights, the ones where it was just the two of us, no distractions, no chaos. Just us.

"You know," Travis said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence, "I was thinking about Wyatt, Elliotte and Bennett earlier."

I glanced at him, tilting my head curiously. "Yeah? What about them?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "Just how much I love being around them. Seeing them grow up, watching Jason and Kylie with them... It's amazing."

I nodded, my heart swelling at how much he adored his nieces and nephew. He was always so good with them, patient, playful, and full of love.

"They're lucky to have you as an uncle," I said, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

His eyes met mine, and there was something softer, more vulnerable, in his expression. "You ever think about having kids someday?"

My breath caught in my throat. The question was so simple, so casual, yet it hit me like a freight train.

"Uh..." I hesitated, forcing a smile. "I mean, I guess I've thought about it."

He chuckled, his thumb brushing over my ankle. "I don't know, Tay. I just think it'd be the coolest thing. Getting to raise a little human, watching them grow, teaching them things..." He trailed off, his gaze distant like he was picturing it all in his head. "I want to be a dad someday."

The words hung in the air, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"That's... That's really sweet," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me again, his eyes sparkling with that easy warmth that always made my heart skip a beat. "What about you?"

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "I mean, yeah, kids are great. I love spending time with Wyatt and Bennett."

"That's not what I meant," he said gently, his gaze searching mine. "Do you think about having kids someday? You know... with someone you love?"

I forced a laugh, trying to deflect. "Wow, that's a pretty deep question for a Tuesday night."

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. "What can I say? You inspire deep thoughts."

I smiled, but my chest felt tight, like it was closing in on me. I wanted to tell him the truth, to let him know that this dream he had, this beautiful vision of fatherhood, wasn't something I could ever give him.