Rain falls. Thunder booms. It was your favorite type of weather. But today you were sick. Travis was home today to finish some work and do some calls, and you took a few days off.

You were sleeping with Travis on the couch, your head on his stomach while his laptop was on his lap and his phone by his ear. You were wearing your IDGAF outfit, which was a random hoodie, with worn down pajama pants. Travis was wearing a chiefs hoodie with sweatpants. Today was your guys’s chill day.

"Then call him, email, smoke signals, I don't care what you do...get the information to me."

Travis sighs heavily, letting his eyes close as his attention drifts from his computer. To you.

He just couldn't help watching you when you slept. The slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your face rested against him, the soft breaths leaving your parted lips and the way your eyelashes fluttered sometimes.

It was adorable