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This is by far the best weekend Taylor’s had in a while, she thinks, leaning her head back on Travis’s chest. Almost immediately his arms tighten around her waist slightly, their fingers intertwined like they’ve been the entire day, and he presses a gentle kiss to her temple.
Of course, it’s been very hectic; they’ve barely stopped for a second since the kickoff game on Thursday, which was followed by their flight to New York, and then the wedding they’d attended the previous night, and now, the US Open. She’s also pretty sure there are plans in place for dinner tonight with Pat and Britt, and tomorrow she intends to spend the entire day tangled up in bed with Travis, soaking up every single second with him before he has to fly back to KC for training and she has to stay in the city for a few more days to attend the VMAs on Wednesday night.
It’s been a long time since she’s felt this comfortable going out in public repeatedly, but she loves it. She’s having fun, enjoying herself, and Travis’s steady presence by her side, his hand on hers and a smile on his face always helps ease her nerves about all the attention they get.
He’s in the fishbowl with her, eager and loving and supportive, and god, she loves him so much for it, loves him for how much he’s helped her heal and be comfortable with herself again.
So yeah, it’s been a lot, this weekend, but it’s all been so good.
Besides, no one will ever catch her complaining about spending the weekend glued together to her boyfriend, a welcome luxury she does not take for granted.
“You having fun, baby?” Travis’s voice shakes her out of her thoughts as he whispers next to her ear so she can hear him with all the commotion surrounding them. He caresses the back of her hand with his thumb, tracing invisible patterns on her skin and making her smile.
“Yeah,” She nods, twisting a bit in the safe and comfortable cocoon of his arms to meet his eyes through her sunglasses. “I’m having a great time.”
“That’s good,” His moustache tickles her cheek a bit when he leans down even closer, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, I’m really good at explaining tennis. Like, an expert, some would say.”
“Are you now?” She raises her eyebrow, smirking.
“Oh, yeah,” He nods with mock seriousness, shifting his hold on her and making sure not to drop her hand as he uses his free one to gesture to the court. “See that guy?”
“Uh huh,” She laughs at his antics. “The one with the racket.”
”Yup, that’s the one,” Travis smiles at her, clearly trying not to break character. “See, he hits the ball there, and then…the other guy with the racket hits it back.”
“Ah, so that’s what they’re doing,” Taylor’s not even looking towards the court anymore, her eyes fixed on him.
“And then they keep hitting the ball, I guess,” Travis keeps “explaining” the match happening in front of them, and she sees the moment he realizes she’s no longer paying attention to the court, his grin widening as he turns back to face her. “Well? Did I help you understand?”
“Oh, for sure,” Taylor smirks, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him before whispering against his mouth. “Pretty good explanation from someone who was watching football on his phone like 20 minutes ago.”
Travis cackles at that, and his laugh makes her laugh too, resting her head against his chest as they both chuckle, his arms circling her body.
God, she loves him. Loves the way he always makes her laugh. It’s just…fun. So fun, being with him, and loving him, and being loved by him. It’s a feeling she’s never really had before, a sensation that had caught her off guard back when they’d just gotten together but that she’s come to count on, something so uniquely theirs that it had quickly become one of the crucial elements of their relationship. It’s refreshing, and youthful, and…so high school.
The thought makes her beam.
“I love you, goof,” Taylor tells him, voice muffled against the material of his shirt.
“I love you too, Tay Tay. So much it’s not even funny.”
The match gets more exciting as it goes on, as evidenced by their friends’ loud cheers around them, but Taylor is completely wrapped up in Travis for most of the match, happy and a little tipsy and laughing and kissing and hugging him, and it’s pretty clear to anyone watching that neither of them is really aware of what’s happening in the tennis final playing out in front of them.
Soon enough, there’s an intermission, and Taylor’s thinking about sitting down for a bit, her feet starting to hurt in the heels she’s wearing. She sets her drink down on the table in front of them and starts reaching for the chair when a familiar song starts playing through the speakers around the stadium.
“Oh, I love this song!” She practically jumps in delight, spinning to look at Travis with a massive grin on her face, all thoughts of sitting down forgotten as she starts playing an air guitar. “ Touching you, touching me …”
“ Touching you, God, you’re touching me,” Travis doesn’t hesitate for a second, singing right back to her and it’s magic, the way everything else fades away. Like they’re no longer in a stadium, not even in New York.
Suddenly it’s like they’re home, in KC, driving in the Chevelle through country roads, singing loudly to their joint playlist, falling deeper in love with each other with every chorus, every guitar riff, every note that comes from the radio.
It’s like the first time they danced around the kitchen and the first time she heard him singing her songs in the shower. It’s like the time they danced after the Super Bowl, deliriously happy, and the way they sway together when they hug.
Yes, it’s truly magical.
“ I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day, ” Travis meets her eyes as they sing and dance goofily, and Taylor reaches up to touch his cheek, their matching smiles communicating more than words could express.
It’s her favourite moment of the day.
Later, as the tennis match ends and people start trickling away, they stand looking at the court from the suite’s balcony while her security team prepares their car. Taylor rests her head against his shoulder, tired but blissful, her arm around Travis while he tells Patrick that they’ll meet them later at the restaurant.
She waves bye to their friends, her thoughts miles away as she makes a mental note of the three words that keep popping up in her head every single time she looks at Travis. Today has just been perfect. Happy, fun, and magical all at once.
“Ready to go, baby?”
“I am, babe,” Taylor turns away from the court when she feels her boyfriend squeezing her hand and looks up, her heart doing a little leap of joy in her chest at the way he’s looking at her with pure love and adoration in his expression.
Travis leans in to press a soft kiss to her red lips, smiling gently, and there is only one thought in her mind as she returns the kiss.
She really does believe in a thing called love.