TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Hormonal

A/N NAH CAUSE WHY DOES MY MUM BLAME EVERYTHING ON HORMONES OR PMT 

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Taylor's POV 

I was miserable.

Everything was annoying me. The way the sunlight streamed through the windows was too aggressive. The way my favourite pyjama pants suddenly felt wrong on my body. The way Travis was breathing so loud.

Oh my God.

"Can you not?" I snapped, glaring at him from where I was lying on the couch, surrounded by pillows.

Travis, who had been quietly scrolling on his phone, blinked in confusion. "Uh... not what?"

"Breathe so loud."

His brows furrowed. "Baby, I gotta breathe to stay alive."

"Well, be alive quieter," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

He actually pressed his lips together and tried to inhale silently through his nose.

I should have found it cute.

I didn't.

"Ugh, forget it." I sighed dramatically, flopping back against the pillows. "Everything is annoying me today."

Travis, being the absolute saint that he was, just nodded sympathetically. "I know, baby. Pregnancy hormones are no joke."

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you calling me hormonal?"

His eyes widened in panic. "No! I mean—well, yes, but like, in a scientific way. Not in a 'you're being crazy' way. Because you're totally not crazy."

I just stared at him.

He gulped. "You know what? I'm just gonna go make you a snack."

I huffed and buried my face in a pillow as he hurried off to the kitchen.

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Travis' POV

I loved my wife.

Like, more than anything in the entire world.

But my pregnant wife? She was a lot. 

And I was doing everything in my power to be the best, most patient husband I could be.

I rubbed her feet when she demanded it. I went out at midnight to find the exact brand of ice cream she wanted (only to come back and have her decide she didn't want it anymore). I told her she was beautiful every five minutes because sometimes she cried for no reason and I had to be sure she knew.

But today?

Today, I was hanging on by a thread.

I had just spent the last hour making her a sandwich exactly how she liked it, only for her to take one bite and burst into tears because it wasn't the right bread.

And now, I was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, letting her have her space while she sulked.

I loved her. I really did.

But Lord help me, I was exhausted.

I sighed and ran a hand over my face, leaning back.

A few moments later, I felt movement beside me.

I glanced up as Taylor, very slowly, scooted across the couch until she was right up against me.

Then, without saying a word, she crawled into my lap and curled against my chest.

I blinked. "Uh... you okay, babe?"

She nodded, her cheek pressed against my shoulder. "I was being mean to you."

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her. "You were a little mean, yeah."

She sighed. "I don't know why I'm like this. I just—everything feels too much sometimes, and then I take it out on you."

I kissed the top of her head. "Baby, I know. It's okay."

She pulled back to look at me, eyes big and guilty. "You still love me, right?"

My heart melted.

I grinned and squeezed her tighter. "Are you kidding? You could cuss me out, throw a sandwich at my head, and call me an idiot, and I'd still be the luckiest man alive."

She giggled. "You're a little too happy to have me cuddling you right now."

I beamed at her. "Damn right I am."

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