Tayvis One-Shots

you'd be an amazing dad (pt 2)

Travis's POV

The door slammed shut behind her, and the silence that followed felt deafening. I stood there for what felt like forever, staring at the space where Taylor had been, trying to process what had just happened.

She was gone.

I sank onto the couch, my chest tight, my mind racing. How had things unraveled so fast? One minute, we were laughing, talking about the future, and the next, she was telling me we didn't have one.

But she was wrong.

I could still hear the pain in her voice, see the tears in her eyes. She wasn't leaving because she didn't love me. She was leaving because she thought she wasn't enough.

And that was the furthest thing from the truth.

I sat there, replaying everything she'd said, trying to piece together the parts she hadn't told me. It all came back to the same thing: she thought she couldn't give me a family. But that didn't matter to me, not in the way she thought it did.

I wanted Taylor. No one else. No "what ifs," no conditions, no exceptions.

The hours dragged on, every minute feeling heavier than the last. I tried texting her, but she didn't respond. I thought about going after her, but something told me she needed time. Still, every second she was gone felt like it was pulling me further into a void I couldn't escape.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard the faint jingle of her keys in the lock.

I stood as the door opened, and there she was. Her face was pale, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her before leaning back against it, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world was pressing down on her.

"Taylor," I said softly, taking a step toward her.

She held up a trembling hand, stopping me in my tracks. "Please, just let me say this," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

I nodded, staying where I was, even though every part of me wanted to close the distance between us and hold her.

Tears streamed down her face as she started to speak. "I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice breaking. "I'm so, so sorry for leaving like that. I thought, I thought I was doing the right thing."

I shook my head, but I stayed silent, letting her say what she needed to.

"I've been carrying this secret for so long," she continued, her voice trembling. "When I was 23, I found out I couldn't have kids. Polycystic ovary syndrome, a tilted uterus... there were so many reasons. And the doctor just... she just told me like it was a fact, like it didn't matter."

Her knees buckled, and I rushed forward, catching her before she could fall. I guided her to the couch, sitting beside her as she buried her face in her hands.

"It broke me," she sobbed. "I tried to convince myself it didn't matter, but every time I saw a baby or heard someone talking about kids, it was like a knife to the heart. And then I met you, and you were so perfect, and I knew how much you wanted to be a dad, and I just..."

Her words dissolved into sobs, and I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly as she cried.

"Taylor," I murmured, my voice steady even though my heart was breaking for her. "Angel, listen to me."

She looked up at me, her tear-streaked face filled with fear and doubt.

"I don't care if we have kids or not," I said firmly, my hands gently cradling her face. "I care about you. You're the person I want to spend my life with. Kids, no kids, surrogates, adoption—none of that changes how much I love you."