Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 33

We were still on the driveway, the car running, and both Travis and Beau were asleep when I looked at them, loving every second of just being inside a truck and feeling safe hearing the slight breaths and occasional snore that made me smirk from Travis, he must be dead tired seeing that he had gotten painkillers. They were clearly working their magic on him.

He was still shirtless to my smirk, I still don’t know what he was doing, but he sure wasn’t like any of the other guys I had been with; he was rude and cared about me, even if he was a d**k.

… and he was dating my mom… s**t… I turned my eyes to my baby and smiled more, trying not to feel so bad that Travis was growing on me. He was forbidden fruit, hot shirtless or not.

“You are lucky, Beau; girls will probably be all over you if you look like your father when you grow up….” I snorted, closing my eyes again, thinking about Dylan, whom I needed to divorce asap; what was taking so long anyway? I had signed the papers, and nothing was left for us to save, like my parents. We were done.

“I love you… you hear me, Beau bear; I don’t care about anything else in the world, just you...” I leaned down kissed him more than I should since he was asleep, but I didn’t care; he was the best thing for me, and I would work hard not to disappoint him.

“Hey, what time is it?” I looked up, hearing Travis yawning, and I just shrugged, looking down at my boy again; who cared what time it was? I was here with my child and felt better than I had in…. months…. all my life….

“Ah s**t, it's already midnight, and I know that window is still broken… damn….” Travis's eyes were on the house when I felt terrible again, my cheeks burning to see his concerned look, that was my fault, and I was going to pay him for that. All of it.

“Travis… I promise, on my life, that I will pay for that window….” I was trying not to look so damn helpless, seeing his frown like he hadn’t even heard me before switching his eyes back to me, still leaning over Beau and giving him a genuine apology; I bet his life was easier before me; everyone was.

“Don’t worry about it, I was going to replace them anyway…...” he looked concerned when I didn’t just believe he just said that? Did Travis just say no to money!? Was he really that messed up on painkillers that he didn’t realize what he was talking about?

“Just, you can’t sleep there tonight, it's open and glass shattered everywhere….” I gulped hard, hearing him say that, staring at the house again; where would I go? Oh please, dear god, don’t tell me he would kick me right back to my mom!?

“… okay?” I still was snuggling Beau and too scared to look up and see his eyes and tell me that He had to take me back to moms. He was probably sleeping over, and then I would break down seeing him walking around my old home and kissing my mom in the morning.

“Okay, what? Let’s go inside; I’m tired and bet you don’t want to sleep all night inside the truck...” I gulped again, finding the courage to look up, seeing Travis frown when he opened the car door, jumped out, and left me with my baby, still not knowing what was happening.

“Hey, are you coming or what?” I nodded, unsure when Travis had walked around the truck and opened my door, giving me a hand down when I looked at him bringing down the carrier; he was always full of surprises… I didn’t say anything when he walked around the house, starting to come up to the front with the main entrance, or at least what was supposed to be that. Didn’t look too much for the world with the grass and wildlife taking over the pathway.

“Careful, that step is loose….” I hated seeing the small stairs leading up to the door that was Travis's home, and I didn’t want to look at the window where I had seen him and Mom kiss; it made me feel sick again.

There were two doors, one further away and the one that Travis was unlocking with his left hand; having put down the carrier before opening it, my eyes widened. I saw the hallway that looked painted and redone in a light grey color. He didn’t wait, stepping inside and pulling me along; still unsure how he could have done this alone; it was beautiful!

“Travis… omg… did you do this?” I was still looking around, stunned over how nice it looked inside his place, better than mine by a hundred!

“Yeah, and before you ask, yes, I’m going to repaint your place too…” he smirked when I nodded, wanting that, yes! Just that color! Not some stupid pink or white that was boring; this nice grey color was perfect for me!

The rest of the place wasn’t this appealing; the walls were bare, like he hadn’t come further than the hallway, but who cared? At least it was a place to sleep and think about how guilty I was feeling for making him smash his own window.

“Ehm… Travis… can I just have some water?” I wasn’t sure why I was even asking when he frowned more; he thought I was being stupid like he didn’t just take me into his home; I felt bad enough as it was when he was still holding my baby with his good hand, the left one and I was pretty sure he was a right-handed guy.

“Yeah, sure… sure… glasses are in the cabin; I only have two, so please don’t break them….” He smirked when I scowled, being annoyed. Didn’t he think I could get a freaking glass of water without getting into trouble??

“This one?” I was already going into the kitchen that wasn’t done yet; like I said, I had grown up in this kind of places when Dad still was around. Travis sat down on the one chair, making me laugh when he smirked back, seeing me gulp down water like I hadn’t been drinking anything, being so damn thirsty, it was ridiculous.

“Yeah, that’s the one...” he smiled more when I started to laugh again; what was it with him and just stared like he was crazy when I was just drinking water? Did my boobs leak again? I didn’t even look down, still holding my glass and looking into his hazel eyes that were having something I hadn’t seen before, at least not when he was looking at me. Warmth.

“You really don’t have a lot of things, Trav…” I was smiling more when he was the one to finally laugh at my obvious reflection of his place, it was bigger than mine, but then again, he owned this house.

“That’s right, I told you I was waiting but… you know what, maybe I like this?” Travis looked around when I snorted; no, he didn’t. That hallway proved otherwise, he had an eye for color, and he couldn’t tell me anything else.

“Sure you do….” I was smirking more when he didn’t answer me, getting up from the seat and giving me a weird stare again that I didn’t want to see; he had something that made me like him and dislikes him at the same time; it was very confusing.

“I like you… how about that?” I lost my breath when he was still staring at me, not letting my eyes go for a second when I felt my stomach drop from the cold hard feeling of wanting him so bad. He had just unlocked the box I wasn’t supposed to open; he was still Mom’s boyfriend, not mine.

“Oh… I don’t know… do you?” I wasn’t sure why I was asking when he had come closer, his chest still bare when my hands were already touching his arms, feeling the warmness that was making me get goosebumps, looking into the eyes that had secrets. I knew that, but he was right. I didn’t need to know his life story just because he was so close that my breath was getting faster, feeling my fingertips grasp his shoulders when I couldn’t stop myself anymore? I wanted him, no matter how wrong it was.

“You tell me?” I snorted hearing that lame comeback when he was still smirking; just how messed up was he from the painkillers anyway? I pulled myself closer, feeling his chest against my boobs, making me moan the slightest, not caring that it was hurting too; it felt so right.

He finally leaned down and kissed me, making me close my eyes and just sigh from the softness that was against my own lips, he smelled so good, and he was kissing me, and that was all I cared about when his hands were my around neck and shoulder, kissing me more in the unfinished kitchen with my baby sleeping in his carrier.

“You want to take this further?” I was still panting, flushed from kissing Travis for how long? I felt his hard-on pressing against my stomach and trying to remember that I wasn’t supposed to, not yet anyway… oh god, six weeks felt like an eternity seeing his eyes begging me to say yes, and I felt the same way.

“I can’t….” I said it back, annoyed when he was biting his lip and looking like he was hurt just the slightest but wasn’t going to push it, f**k! Why did he have to kiss me one day after giving birth? It was so unfair….

“It's fine…. just… yeah, that kind of sucks…” he smirked when I didn’t back, still holding him, not wanting to let go. Did he think that it was easy to say no? It wasn’t. Not when my whole body was trembling, and he had the softest lips I ever felt, making me want to kiss him again, not even caring about him dating my mom.

“I can’t because… of Beau… got to wait six weeks or something like that….” I exhaled when his eyes finally got what I was talking about, I just had a baby, and apparently, it was a no on s*x.

“Oh… yeah, I didn’t know that…. s**t…” He started to laugh when I was annoyed; it wasn’t funny, not for a second feeling my core throbbing hard for just having his arms around my body.

“Yeah, it’s hilarious…” my voice was dry. I wanted him to let go when I was getting more annoyed, seeing him just mock me for not being able to have s*x for so long; that asshole, I knew there was a reason that I hated him!

“It’s kind of is, like, what are the odds of me finally making a move and you telling me that I have to wait?” he snorted more when I leaned back up, seeing the mixed emotions in his eyes that just had laughter, finally? What was he talking about??

“Oh, don’t look so damn surprised, you are gorgeous, and I don’t know if you are blind or what? You have seen me stare at you more than what is not considered creepy...” I still couldn’t speak when he smirked more, kissing me again to my sigh; wow. That’s not what I had seen coming into his place, well… not the part about him wanting to make a move even before tonight.

“But you are so mean?” I said it back, pouting when he shrugged like he didn’t care when I felt hurt; he was mean to me because he liked me; what was he, like five?! I pulled back and stared at his face pouting more when he roped me back inside his arm, and I didn’t struggle; I didn’t.

“Yeah, well, so are you…” he laughed again when I looked up, losing my anger when he was right. I was mean, wasn’t I? s**t. I didn’t even know why, but I was mean to my parents, my sister… oh and everyone…. God….

“I am…” I had lost whatever laughter in my voice, feeling his hand grace my face and encouraging me like I wasn’t supposed to feel bad, but I did. I was mean.

“Travis, let’s take a step back and…” I felt his arms grip me firmer when he smirked like that wasn’t going to happen; to my surprise; he just told me I was mean, and he still wanted to hold me; I was a washed-up single mom with nothing to my name except being crazy, oh and we didn’t know each other, not anything.

“I don’t take steps back; I look forward and… I never said we had to go fast, but I don’t want to go back to being unable to kiss you, okay?” I gulped again, hearing him being serious when I nodded, my eyes fixed on his hazel that had the slightest green in them, my mouth open and just looking like I was lost and never wanted to find my way out again.

“Let’s just… kiss some more….” I said it stupidly, feeling him lean down and making me close my eyes again, hating every second of being unable to have him like I wanted to… goddammit…. My eyes were still closed. Hearing the crying baby made me push him back instantly and look wildly at the carrier when Beau was screaming, s**t!

“Hold on, I’m going to fetch the crib….” Travis had pulled back, looking just as flustered when I nodded, not sure how he was supposed to do that with just one hand and me wanting to pick Beau up the second he started to cry.

I was holding Beau, nursing him when he was hungry again, sitting down on the only chair when Travis was coming back, and he was dragging my crib.

The last part made me feel bad; he helped me a lot, didn’t he? Seeing his frown, I started to smile when he pushed the crib inside a room, I knew was a bedroom s**t…. I closed my eyes; he still was Mom’s boyfriend and had just told me he liked me and kissing him felt so good!

“Come on, princess, I only have one bed, and we already kissed, so no playing shy now….” I smirked. Travis, standing before me, smiling back at me when he had reached out his hand, and I took it, holding Beau with one arm and kissing him lightly on the lips, coming closer.

“I guess not…” I laughed again when he grunted, wanting to f**k me just as much when my hand was still in his, taking the first step to the same bedroom where I had seen him kiss my mom... you know what? f**k her; he liked me, and I liked him.

“Six weeks… s**t…” I snorted, hearing Travis complaining behind me, seeing the bed and smiling when he had put the crib on the far end of the bed. That was the only thing in this room except for a lightbulb that didn’t work.

“Six weeks…” I sighed, too, when laying my baby down and kissing him more; I was the luckiest girl in the world, getting him that was perfect, my baby boy.

“I love you so much…goodnight, Beau bear....” I was whispering it down into the small boy’s ear before feeling the arms of Travis pull me back, making me laugh again; his lips were on my neck, and I closed my eyes; I was in heaven, and I just knew it.