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am I gonna be playing the person that makes sure you get home safely to Travis? Cause I’m all for that, honestly. I love playing sober friend. What are you catching me up on? Spill all the tea, please and thank you. I don’t have anything to update you on except the fact that khai has almost finished her first year of school and it makes me emotional that my baby is growing up.

I mean, you can play whoever you want. Is this you insinuating that you think I'll need an escort home? I'm only mildly offended by that, bestie. I mean, it's not tea -- but it's also not not tea. Anyway, things with Trav are back and better than ever. Like, arguably better than they were before we split. Definitely more solid than when we last talked and were just figuring stuff out again. Her first year of school already? How did that happen? I swear, time moves too fast. How are things with Glen?

hi queen!! i feel like i haven't heard from you in ages and i can't help but wondering if it's because you are working in new music and you are ready to kill me with new songs to feel identified and cry and sing 24/7? is that the reason? please say yes, say yes! @tylrswfts

From one queen to another, hi -- we must get together in Mexico and catch up properly. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm definitely not working on any new music right now! Well, not formally. I feel like I'm always passively writing, but nothing specific. Mostly just spending time with family and friends, especially Travis before football gets mega hectic again. How have you been, beauty?

”There’s only so many last-minute plans I can even make,” Taylor teased in reply, “but I know what you mean. I owe him for indulging me — and us — in all of our whims.” Her head nodded, blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. “I know what you mean on that front, too,” she added, taking her lower lip briefly in between her teeth, “but you can’t blame me when you look like that, and we have this uninterrupted alone time — which is its own form of luxury. I plan on continuing to take full advantage of that, unless you have any complaints or criticisms.” She licked her lips as she stayed close, eyes finding his for her next words. “Which, if you have them, do share. You know I aim to please.”

"I mean, yes." Taylor could only make so many plans given that she couldn't just walk around anywhere. Which did sadden Travis, not for himself, but he could imagine that sometimes she wanted to be just like anyone else on the street. Only the blonde never complained, she truly showed appreciation even in the hardest situations. "But that man deserves an award." Travis was well aware of how well she paid her security now that it was required for him to have his own personal security detail too. "Is that what you love me for, my body." He grinned, knowing nothing of the sort was true, though she did seem to appreciate it. "Which once again, Drew deserves a fucking award, being locked up in here means." Gesturing to the obvious without saying it. A laugh left his lips, "No, no. No complaints, no criticisms." Even if he knew she wasn't doing it for any other reason to tease, Travis knew what having a sister-in-law that would have chopped off important body parts had Jason ever answered a question like that.

”I’ll have to make him a care package of sorts as a surprise when we get back,” Taylor nodded, genuinely grateful for all the safeguards put in place to protect not only her but also Travis. “It’s the icing on the cake, and don’t act like you don’t know it,” she continued to tease, eyes narrowing playfully as she rested a hand briefly on his chest. She laughed lightheartedly as he pulled her close, tempted for just a split second to forego their plans and crawl in bed before Travis was fortunately guiding them toward the door. Her hand slid easily into his, fingertips threading between his and offering his palm a soft squeeze as they made their way to the door. “Comedy club, huh? No surprises there that the family jokester recommended that on the itinerary, but I’m down. I’m sure we can make something work with a private booth or something of the sort.”

when in amsterdam 🌷 taylor & travis.

”There’s only so many last-minute plans I can even make,” Taylor teased in reply, “but I know what you mean. I owe him for indulging me — and us — in all of our whims.” Her head nodded, blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. “I know what you mean on that front, too,” she added, taking her lower lip briefly in between her teeth, “but you can’t blame me when you look like that, and we have this uninterrupted alone time — which is its own form of luxury. I plan on continuing to take full advantage of that, unless you have any complaints or criticisms.” She licked her lips as she stayed close, eyes finding his for her next words. “Which, if you have them, do share. You know I aim to please.”

No, I know that I have fans, and I'm grateful to every single one of them. Especially the little kids knowing they are seeing that if they want anything can happen for them. It's one of the best things I love about my job, those little kids picturing themselves out on the field someday. You're a superstar, and I will happily take whatever comes with our lives on the day to day if I get to have that with you. I love you, I cherish the work you do, the happiness you bring to people. Wouldn't have missed it for the world, know our schedules can be difficult to navigate sometimes but I always want you to know whether I'm watching on some grainy livestream or sitting next to you I'm going to be cheering the loudest for your wins. No one could win title of my biggest fan but you baby, not even a contest. Figure we can find some fields and you can get lost in them and feel free to do just enjoy them without the prying eye. Can't find us in all the tulip fields. As soon as possible. You tell me and I'll be on the plane.

It's one of my favorite parts of being in your orbit, too -- getting to see little kids light up at the sight of you, like they can't even fathom that you're real. Which, like, relatable -- I have to do a double-take when I look at you sometimes to remind myself you're not a figment of my imagination, either. I love you so much, and I'm so grateful we found our way back to each other; it feels like it was meant to be, in a lot of ways. Grainy livestreams are fun, too -- I watched many Chiefs games backstage in my dressing room on tour -- but nothing compares to being with you in those moments. I remember what it felt like to not have anybody to celebrate the highs with and how lonely it was, so it means the world that you make the effort to be there when you can. I don't know, babe; there are some pretty solid contenders from what I've seen, but I don't make a little competition. Tomorrow night? It's not super like me to give myself less than 48 hours to pack and prep, but I'm way too excited about getting away with you and frolicking in the flowers. We'll have to hit up some museums, too, and have many mornings of breakfast in bed with a beautiful view -- fortunately, that's already partially taken care of given who I get to wake up to.

Honestly? So was he. They were the first things he ate, which I was surprised by, I expected them to just be tossed into the salad but at one point I had to tell him to chill, he had four in his mouth and a bunch in his pocket. I'm not going to lie, the farts were eggs I forgot to fill. I told him they were farts just to get a giggle. Those things were putrid. We used to set them off in the stairwells in between periods... take out a whole bunch of people.

I have very fond memories of just snacking on a bowl of Caesar croutons and ranch dressing many moons ago. I hope your kiddo enjoys similar simple pleasures. Oh, gotcha -- well, that's much better than actually hiding some stinkers in the eggs. Those things were the bane of my existence, almost as bad as the guys who'd spray their cheap body spray after athletics and act like that would suffice in lieu of a proper shower.

You're right, we may not be able to 100% unless we stay trapped indoors and that's not fair to you. If anything getting to experience the places you want to go with as little interference is going to be the hopes. We'll make it happen, it'll happen one way or another because after you kicking ass at the iHeartRadio, relaxation is just what you need. Don't worry we have a good handful of weeks before I'll be going back and forth with training. Trust me, it's going to be just fine. And I love knowing you're going to be there for another year screaming along with the fans. Well, there's a place I've always wanted to visit if you want may be up for it? Amsterdam?

The same is true about you, my love. Don't even pretend like we don't also get stopped because a kid looks up to number eighty-seven and wants to be just like him out on the field when he grows up. It's one of the things I love most about you, and about us -- you understand my life in a way that few people I've been with have, and I think it's a huge part of why this works. Having you by my side at the awards was the most fun, by the way. You're always a fun date, but that night was extra special thanks to you. I have to maintain my title as your biggest fan, obviously. Can't have anybody stealing my rightful crown. Amsterdam, hm? Sounds absolutely perfect. We're in peak tulip season right now, too, I think. How soon should we leave?

This year, the easter Bunny apparently discovered that eggs can contain literally anything, and chaos immediately followed. Sara and I were losing it watching the boy crack open eggs filled with candy, toys, croutons… potatoes… and, somehow, farts. So if nothing else, let this be your gentle reminder that free will is real and you are absolutely allowed to fill the metaphorical eggs of your life with whatever nonsense you choose today. Use this power responsibly. Or don’t. Honestly both feel on brand. | @hfrpstarters

Personally? I would've been over the moon had I cracked open some Easter eggs during my childhood that were spilling over with croutons. Farts, though? Takes me back to middle school when some kids were making those homebrew stink bombs and landing themselves detention. Simpler times.

forgive me for being blunt, but how many sourdough bread requests have you gotten by now? and do you even realize the effect you have on people's for you pages? one clip of an interview of you talking about sourdough and suddenly that's all my fyp knows. now i'm fully down the sourdough rabbit hole, completely convinced i could do it too, while also knowing deep down it would almost definitely end in disaster… and possibly my kitchen catching fire. | @tylrswfts

You know, some would say too many but I'm always going to say not enough. There's too much bread I want to bake, and I absolutely cannot keep all of it in this house without opening up a roadside stand or something -- and I don't think I'm in that era yet. Sourdough's so much fun, though! If you ever want a little starter to get going, I'm happy to provide.