Cheeks Pink

I protect you with my life

*Sorry for any wrong typos

*This part can continue the story but can also stand independently

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"Baby!" Travis calls from the doorway, raising his voice to make sure his wife hears him. "I'm leaving now!"

"Wait... Trav!" Taylor dashes out of the room, trying to hurry down the stairs.

"Babe, stop! Stop there!" Travis waves his hand, signaling her to slow down. "No running, remember?" But before he finishes, Taylor is already in his arms.

"Babe, you're making my heart stop," Travis sighs in relief, his hand gently stroking her hair.

"I'm not a doll, Trav," Taylor pouts, pressing her face against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

"I know," he whispers, kissing the top of her head. "But, baby, slow down a little, okay?"

She nods, and he lifts her chin to meet her lips. "I have to go now or I'll be late for the game. See you at the stadium?"

"Okay, have a good game, babe." Taylor kisses him a few more times, unwilling to let him go.

Just then, Cath, Taylor's stylist assistant, steps out of the closet. "Taylor, I can't find any high heels in here," she says, puzzled. "There are only flats and sneakers."

"What do you mean, no high heels?" Taylor furrows her brow, then glances at Travis suspiciously.

"Trav..."

Before Travis can respond, Taylor rushes into the closet to see for herself.

"Babe wait, slow down" Travis rubs his face, knowing exactly what's coming.

"TRAVVVVVYYYYY!"

Travis quickly follows her voice, hoping to calm her down before her mood swings further. "Where are all my high heels and boots, Trav?" Taylor asks without turning around, opening closet doors one after another.

"Babe, shhh... calm down," Travis coaxes, pulling her gently into his arms from behind. "I asked Luna to move them to the upper shelves. You don't need to wear those for a while." His hand caresses her belly, trying to soothe her.

"The doctor said you need to be careful and avoid high heels. And, with your clumsy—" he stops, catching Taylor's glare and smiling sheepishly. "Okay, clumsy just sometimes... we need to be extra careful, especially when I'm not around to catch you."

"I'm not *that* clumsy," Taylor pouts.

"I know, honey, but can you do it for me? For my peace of mind?" He kisses her softly, and Taylor relents, though not without a sigh.

"But it won't go with my outfit," she sulks.

"Baby, even in flats or sneakers, you're still the hottest thing in the room," Travis whispers in her ear. "Still makes me want to put more babies inside you."

"Trav!" Taylor laughs, playfully swatting his arm.

"How about we match our sneakers? We've got plenty of those." Travis guides her to their collection of matching shoes and begins picking out pairs.

"Yeah, I love that idea." Taylor smiles, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He secures his arm around her waist.

It doesn't take them long to pick out matching sneakers. Travis has to leave quickly for the game, while Taylor stays behind with her family to finish getting ready.

In the car on the way to the stadium, Taylor groans, vomiting into a paper bag while her mom strokes her back.

"Poor my baby," her mom says, worry etched on her face.