Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon

a.n kind of a long one today but it just kept flowing bc it was so fun and cute to write, hope you like it <3
also i think this is one of if not my favorite one shot i have ever written so lmk what you think!

Travis' POV

"Travis, Travis wake up!" Something jumped on my back and I huffed, jerking out of sleep. Confused, I looked up, my eyes blinking tiredly as I lifted my head.

"Hey baby." I mumbled. "What on earth are you doing?" Taylor was perched on my back, wrapped around me as much as she could manage. She giggled, pressing her cheek against my shoulder. 

"Merry Christmas." She whispered, and I could feel her huge smile pressed against my bare shoulder. I glanced over at the clock and groaned.

"Taylor Alison Swift, it's four-thirty in the morning!" I complained, resting my head back down. "It's far too early for this." Throwing an arm over my face, I closed my eyes again.

"I've been up for half an hour already." Taylor informed me, and I grunted tiredly. "Come on!" She tugged on my arm. "It's Christmas! We have to get up!"

"We have to sleep." I mumbled. Taylor let out a whine of complaint, still tugging on my arm. With a sigh, I quickly grabbed her by the waist and tugged her down, rolling onto my side so I could trap her slender frame against my chest. "Just a little longer." I murmured. I knew she was a Christmas girl, but god, it was four-thirty in the morning. She was insane.

"But I thought we could make Christmas cookies together before we went over to Jason and Kylie's!" She told me, her tone insistent. I sighed, kissing the top of her head and holding her closer to my chest in an attempt to get her to at least stay quiet a little while longer. "No, come on Travis!" Taylor wriggled insistently in my arms. "It's Christmas!"

"Oh my god, fine!" I huffed, giving in when I realized she wouldn't shut up until I did as she said. "Fine." Taylor giggled happily, clambering out of bed and pulling me to sit up. She was wearing nothing but one of my old shirts - which was so old it was pretty much see through, and I took a moment to appreciate the sight as she almost hopped on the spot waiting for me to get up. 

"Look more excited, it's Christmas!" She told me as I sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a yawn. Glancing up at her, I raised my eyebrows. 

"I think we should see other people." I told her, and Taylor stuck out her tongue at me, climbing onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. 

"I know you love it even though you pretend not to." She countered, and I shook my head at her. "Yes you do. And it's one day a year, so deal with it and get your cute butt out of bed." Planting a quick kiss on my lips, Taylor jumped out of my lap and ran from the room. I sighed, getting to my feet and following her at a normal pace as I rubbed my eyes tiredly. 

I loved Taylor, I really did, but god she was far too excited about Christmas. It was adorable, but at four-thirty in the morning? This was our third Christmas together, and she just kept getting earlier every year. If she was going to keep it up, I was going to have to find some way to convince her to stay in bed. Nothing had ever worked, but I was sure I could find something that would work before next year. 

I smiled to myself as I walked into the kitchen, watching Taylor putting some coffee on and cradling Benji like a baby in one arm. She was crooning quietly to him, smiling as she danced around the kitchen. All of my faint irritation at her for waking me up so early faded away as I watched her smiling brightly. She was so happy, and who was I to make her favorite day of the year anything but the best?

"Real cute baby girl." I murmured, wrapping my arms around her from behind and pulling her against my chest. Benji batted my arm. "Hey." I scolded gently. "We can share her." Taylor giggled, rubbing Benji's stomach and nuzzling her cheek against his head. I sighed at her. "You got me up this early just to spend all your time with him?"