TW: mentions KC parade.
'Oh my God, Travis, turn off your fucking phone!', Taylor groans, covering her eyes and spinning round to face her boyfriend.
Unfortunately, he's dead to the world, lying on his back with his mouth open, snoring. She looks around the bed for the offending item, ringing and ringing, before spotting it on top of the cabinet across the room, eyebrows raised when she sees Donna calling him.
Answering quickly, she winces as she tries to talk, mouth dry and throat sore after yesterday's escapades. 'Donna, everything ok?'
'Oh Taylor, I'm sorry. I've just realised you were probably up a lot later than I was. I just wanted to remind Travis he invited everyone for food this morning, and it's nearly 11'.
Closing her eyes and pinching her nose, letting out a sigh, Taylor nods. 'Of course he did. I'll get him up, don't worry'.
'Thanks Taylor. And if you'd rather we didn't come, just let me know'.
'No no, it's all been arranged. Plus Hannah is bringing Matilda too, and then we're all leaving this afternoon. We have to get up sometime'.
They sign off before Taylor shuffles back towards the bed, suddenly cold after leaving the comfort of the duvet. They'd fallen asleep pretty quickly after getting in last night - well, really this morning - but they'd both woken a few hours later, getting their own celebration in, so she was no longer wearing her pyjama shirt. Travis, too, was unclothed, and she giggled as he subconsciously pulled her closer to him when she got back into bed.
'Trav, wake up', she nudges, running her hand over his face. 'You invited everyone for food, remember?'
'Fuck. I feel like I've been run over by a train. Can you turn the lights out baby?'
Taylor giggles at him, poking him in the side. 'They're not on, dumbass. Come on, we've got to deal with these hangovers some way, and takeout breakfast food sounds just perfect'.
She manages to pull him out of bed and into the shower, no mean feat when he was so uncooperative, and they slowly get dressed, simple leggings and hoodie for Taylor, a sweatsuit for Travis.
They appear downstairs not long after and their friends and family are gathered: everyone who had stayed there last night, plus a few others, including Donna and Taylor's parents.
The person Travis really wanted to see, though, was there, sitting in Donna's lap, and she squeals in delight when she sees the pair of them.
'Baby girl!', Travis calls out, making a beeline for Matilda, scooping her up into his arms.
Taylor joins them, tickling Matilda's tummy, saying, 'I missed you, baby. Can mommy have a hug?'
The assembled group laugh when she shakes her head no, determinedly tucking her face into Travis' neck, away from Taylor. Taylor pretends to be annoyed, pouting, but secretly loves it - loves how much Matilda and Travis love each other.
They order breakfast in for everyone, and Taylor makes sure Travis drinks at least 3 glasses of water, doing the same herself, as well as a few cups of coffee. Her headache has faded to a dull thudding by the time they've finished eating, Matilda never straying from Travis' lap, enjoying sharing his breakfast.
'How you feeling, sweetie?', Travis whispers in her ear as they're starting to clear up, Taylor stacking dishes in front of her.
'Like I've been hit in the head multiple times, but I'll survive. It was all worth it to celebrate you, baby', she whispers back, setting down the cutlery she was gathering to hold his chin in her palm, pulling him towards her for a kiss.
