Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 29

“Hey… wake up….” I swatted at the annoying voice that belonged to Travis when my hand reached for the carrier, and my eyes popped up the second that I couldn’t feel it; where the hell was my baby!?

“Travis!?” I didn’t care that he was staring at me when I grabbed his shirt, and it looked like I would kill him if he didn’t get my son back this second!

“He’s inside, your mom got here before us, and she isn’t letting him go for one second; I was just going to wake you up, that’s all….” I exhaled hard, still unsure what to do with all the emotions roaming around my stomach and head, mixing with everything I felt besides the short horror of having my baby missing from my side!

Travis was still watching me when I wiped my hands on the ugly pants and wanted to get out, make sure he wasn’t lying to my face and selling off my child for the f*****g water bill or something like that…. s**t…. My head was still heavy when he smiled, and I looked back at him with the sun behind him and looking like he was ready for anything, and I didn’t get that; he sure complained a lot about someone that was here and helping me out.

“Let’s go, princess….” I frowned when he reached over my legs to unhook me from my seat belt, snatching his hand when I was sick of him calling me that; a princess wouldn’t have made it halfway through the s**t I had. He just didn’t know me.

“Don’t call me that; if you want me to not hate your ass even more, just say my name, or don’t talk to me!” I still had his hand in my firm grip when Travis hadn’t moved from the spot, still leaning over me, staring right back into my eyes, the slight hazel mixed with somewhat that I believed to be green, making me hold my breath when I realized just how close he was to my face.

“Alright then… Jennifer….” I gulped hard hearing him say my name like he was challenging me instead of sounding sweet like he was talking to my mom, my breath feeling shallower when our eyes were still locked onto each other, neither backing down for a second and still I wasn’t afraid of him, stranger or not that was searching into my eyes with his bold ones.

“Just call me Jen, okay?” I wasn’t sure why I was even telling him that; I didn’t care when he snorted like he didn’t, either. He hadn’t pulled back, and at this point, it was getting harder not to stare around his face, mapping every detail that I never cared about before; he was kind of handsome, wasn’t he? There was no angel face like Dylan or darkness like Grant, but he had a charm somewhere that he wasn’t showing me, but I had seen it.

“Trav, since we are getting so informal, you sound like my mom when you scold my name….” I started to laugh when he smiled back, looking like he was sick of being enemies. Still, I couldn’t help it; there was just something about him that made me want to kill him every time I looked at him, and still, he wasn’t giving in, and it was driving me crazy and giving me relief at the same time.

“Okay, Trav…” I made a face when he chuckled from seeing my weirdness of calling him that. he was right, we were strangers, and he was dating my mother.

“…or just call me Travis; I do like the way you are cursing my name…” he smiled more when I stared at him, baffled that he was so cool, just smiling like he didn’t smell good. I was one second from starting to cry from realizing how lonely I was and jealous of my mother.

“Alright, let's just help you down before your mom calls the police on your ass again…” he smirked suddenly when I snapped my eyes away from his, the magic was gone. He was an asshole again, wasn’t he?

“She did, didn’t she?” I don’t know why, but I lost my anger when he was helping me down, still not letting go of my hand since I stopped him from my seatbelt.

“Yeah, she did. would have called the feds, too, if I hadn’t stopped her….” Travis smirked more when I felt the cold lump in my stomach, seeing them inside my head, kissing, and my hand released his the second it did, he helped me down, and now I could walk by myself.

“Thanks…” I sounded cold when he nodded back, looking at the distance like he had the same thought when we walked the slight stretch to my door, only for Travis to open it like he was some kind of gentleman to my scoff and walked inside, ignoring that he was mocking me again with his smile.

The smell of steam was the first thing that hit me inside that small apartment that was my home, seeing mom sitting down with my baby and looking like she had forgotten the rest of the world existed, her eyes trapped on my boy that was in her arms sleeping, what had just happened here??

“Mom, did you bathe him!?” I didn’t know why, but I was furious when she looked up at me, seeing Travis standing behind me and frowning like she had forgotten that Beau was my baby and not hers!

“Yes, I saw that he needed one and… I bought this adorable outfit on my way over; oh, and I got cake!” She was still looking down at the sleeping boy in her arms, awestruck, smiling stupidly like she was his mother and not me??

“You did what??” I hissed it when I really wanted to scream at her for being so selfish; just snatching my baby back and toss her out of my place forever and see how she liked that!?

“I wanted to help, and you were still sleeping in the truck?” Mom didn’t even get why I was upset, and I knew seeing her slight frown and accusing blue eyes was pinning me down just as much back from my aggressive stance.

“If someone had woken me up, I would have been happy to bathe my son for the first time!?” I was going to kill her for doing that; she had no right, none!

“Easy, she was just trying to help you…” Travis's voice annoyed me even more, hearing that sweetness he only had when he was around my mother, that too, goddamn liars going behind my back and hooking up when I told her no!

“Did you plan this so that she could have my baby!?” I turned around, seeing Travis's stunned face that wasn’t looking so happy over my accusation, snarling more over him being with my mom, she was holding my baby hostage, and I was left to sleep in his freaking car!

Travis didn’t answer the first second like he wasn’t sure what I was asking him, my scowl becoming deeper. Did he?!

“He didn’t plan anything; just calm down… you know my mom was dead when you were born and….” I was shutting out Mom’s voice, still staring at Travis; why did he let me sleep so long?? Mom had clearly been to a store, bathed my baby, and had the time to shop!

“Yeah, sure… I planned that you could sleep for a little longer when your mom was helping you out with your baby; that’s me….” I scoffed hearing Travis's incredibly arrogant answer back, so he was admitting it then?? He was helping my mother take away my baby!

“Get out, both of you!” I turned around again, reaching out my arms and seeing moms happy face that broke the second I was picking up Beau from her arms. Still, I didn’t care, he was my son, and she shouldn’t have done that without even asking me!

“Jennifer, please!” Mom was pleading with me, still sitting down when I held my baby more against me, wanting her to disappear from the face of the earth for acting like a b***h when I didn’t need that!

“No, let’s just leave Grace…she wants to be alone…” Travis helped her up to my eyes, following him when Mom started to cry, having to leave. I didn’t budge, not one second feeling my stomach turn another lap from seeing Mom and Travis go together, not looking back once. I started crying when the door closed, and I wasn’t sure what had happened. Did Mom just leave me to go f**k Travis, or what!? I cried more, holding Beau closer and not wanting to open my eyes again, feeling more betrayed than ever.