Bottom Taylor oneshots!!💕

clingy taytay💕

8:53am
You're already up in the kitchen, sipping coffee and making breakfast. You woke up about half an hour ago.

Taylor's a deep sleeper, so she's still snuggled up in bed. She's also not a morning person, so she stays in bed for most of the time. She's very fussy when she wakes up, but it's mostly because she's hungry.

At 9am exactly, you hear her softly calling out your name from your guys' bedroom.
You put down the pancake flipper(help idk what it's called) and remove your apron, turning off the stove and heading to Taylor's room. "Yes, darling." You sit on the bed beside her. She's still buried under the blankets. "Mm hungry." She mumbles, her voice is really sleepy.

"I'm making pancakes. They're almost done." You say, softly stroking her hair. At the mention of pancakes, she perks up slightly. "Can you help me up?" She asks, stretching her arms above her head. "Really, Taylor? How clingy are you today?" You joke, laughing and pinching her playfully. She whines a bit, swatting your hand away. "Ow.. I'm serious. Please." She pleads, looking up at you with puppy eyes while rubbing the area where you pinched her.

You can't resist her sometimes, so you pick her up slowly, letting her head rest on your shoulder. She immediately nuzzles into your neck, her hands fisting in your shirt. She looks adorable like this. You carry her to the kitchen, seating her on the counter right beside the pancakes. By the time you're done making them, she's already drooling. "Please.. I'm hungry." She whines, poking at your waist as you stack some and squeeze some maple syrup on them. "Yes, darling, I'm done." You finish it off with a tiny bit of whipped cream, placing the plate on the table and giving taylor a fork. She takes the fork and just stares at it, then back at you expectantly.

"What's wrong? Do they not look good?" You ask worriedly, sitting beside her on the table. She shakes her head. "No, I just.. want you to feed me." She whispers, blushing a little. "What? Why?" You look a little taken aback by her request, but you comply nonetheless when you see her puppy eyes again.

You know she's clingy, but something's off today.

You try to leave the house to get groceries, but she's literally clinging to your leg on the floor like a koala. "Don't.. don't leave me. Please." She whimpers, rubbing against your leg. "But I get groceries every once in a while. You never do this. What's going on with you today?" You ask, leaning down to check her. She just looks at you with those big eyes.

"Okay, baby. I'll stay." You brush your thumb against her cheek, leaning in and kissing her forehead. She's never been this clingy before, so you're suspecting that she might be getting sick OR her period is close. Or she could be ovulating. Anyway, that doesn't matter. You pick her up again, holding her against your chest. You speak more softly than usual, trying to get her to tell you why she's being like this.

"Aren't you gonna tell me what's wrong, sweetheart?" You whisper, kissing her hair. "Mm-mm." She says, shaking her head. You sigh and lay her down on the couch, not wanting to pressure her since she seems vulnerable. You lay next to her, pulling her into your arms. She's sniffling a bit, but she's not crying. She could be sick after all or could just have a stuffy nose. She's shivering a little, so you wrap her in a fluffy blanket.

After a while, it's almost nighttime. "I'm gonna set up a warm bath for you, okay? I'll be right back." You reassure him, kissing her forehead and then getting up from the couch. You head to the bathroom, filling the bath with warm water and adding a few drops of essential oils, preparing one of her towels and a bathrobe.

You get back to her and undress her, picking her up and placing her in the warm water. She clings to your arms. Her nose is still stuffy. You gently bathe her, finishing up and wrapping her in a bathrobe. You hold her for a bit, sitting next to the fireplace with her in your lap.

When she's used to the room temperature, you dry her with her towel and dress her in a soft, warm onesie. She seems very tired today. You place her on your bed, turning on a humidifier on your bedside table to help her breathe with her stuffy nose. You make her some tea, gently helping her sip it.

She coughs a little, and you pat her back gently. "Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?" You ask, concerned. She nods, and you lay next to her, holding her close and hushing softly. "Do you wanna go to sleep right now?" You whisper, caressing her hair. She nods slowly, and you tuck her in. "Goodnight, babygirl." You say, kissing her forehead. Goodnight. In her sleep, you check her temperature. It's normal, so she's okay. You hope she rests well tonight.