Taylor and Travis Oneshots

T and T My Forever

credit: tumblr (if anyone knows the name of the blog let me know so i can credit, i think the og story was from 2014-15, i changed the names)

A lump formed in the back of Taylor's throat as she made her way down the stairs of her home in New York. She shook slightly from the cold air that she encountered after leaving the warm confines of her bedroom. She had woken up alone, Travis was supposed to be at a meeting this morning and she assumed that he had taken off without waking her. She could feel the cool wooden steps beneath her bare feet as the chilly winter air made its way up her spine, causing her to shiver slightly as she reached the bottom step. She hesitated for a moment, listening to the silence radiating throughout her house. She took a cautious step down and stopped suddenly as the creak of the wooden floor sounded throughout the first floor. The house responded only with silence and a wave of relief washed over Taylor as she tucked her hair behind her ears, placing her shaking hands into her pockets and continued forward her feet creating light thuds that echoed throughout the main floor.

Travis wasn't there. Thank God she thought to herself as she padded across the carpeted living room, feeling the warmer carpe on her feet. She paused in the connecting hallway and turned up the heat as she adjusted her pajama top and made her way into the kitchen. She really needed Travis right now, but she was also terrified and needed space along with time to think. She was unsure how this new chapter of their lives was going to play out and she planned on being absolutely sure about it before approaching Travis about the subject. She rationalized not telling Travis in her mind, she just needed the day to herself to figure things out and organize her brain, that's all, she wasn't exactly keeping a secret from him, he would have to tell him eventually.

As she reached for the cereal box she felt the soft fur of her cat, Olivia, brush up against her leg accompanied by a loud meow. "Hey dibbles, what's up silly girl, do you need to be fed, uh huh I bet you do..." Taylor trailed off as she realized how ridiculous she must sound talking to her cat as if she was a human being who had thoughts and feelings. She just sighed and shook her head as she poured the cat food and headed back upstairs to get ready for the impending outing, her cereal left on the counter, completely forgotten as distracting thoughts invaded Taylor's brain.

Butterflies began to fill Taylor's stomach as she pulled clothes out of her closet, nothing fancy, just a pair of dark denim jeans and a white blouse that she easily slipped on. Today was not a day she wanted to draw attention to herself, she thought as she shook her head and walked across her room into the bathroom. The harsh glaring lights illuminated by the stark white walls made Taylor's face look washed out and pale. "God I look tired" she mumbled to herself as she reached for her makeup bag. She quickly dabbed on some bb cream before putting on the tiniest bit of mascara.

She swept her hair up into a ponytail as a wave of nausea came over her. She paused momentarily, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes as she grabbed onto the counter. She stood there still waiting for the moment to pass, she knew it would, it always did. But this time it didn't. Her face flushed a dark crimson as the feeling in her stomach swelled and she gulped for air, realizing it was not going to pass this time. She pushed off of the counter and rushed over to the toilet and violently flung the seat up as she knelt on the cool tile, throwing up what felt like her entire insides. After what seemed like an eternity to Taylor, the feeling actually did pass and she sat up and flushed the toilet as she leaned against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest breathing heavily, her mind a mess of thoughts.

She did the math for the hundredth time in her head. Definitely possible, but maybe not. The nausea began to creep back in as the fear did alongside it, this time Taylor ignored it and stood back up. She quickly brushed her teeth and texted Travis on her way out the door, letting him know that she was running out of the house to do a few errands but would be back in time to have lunch ready when he returned from his meeting. She tried to push every doubt and fear out of her mind as she gathered her bag and slipped on a pair of black suede flats on her way out the door.