Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 28

“Hey, Beau….” I was smiling, taking the small things I had gotten from the wonderful nurses that felt sorry for me; everyone did, being alone, and nobody was coming to visit me or my baby.

I smiled more when the boy yawned like he hadn’t been sleeping in my arms for the last hours. At last, I was too scared that I might drop him before the nurses made me lay him in the basket, I had my eyes on every second, still not believing that my baby was born. He was a boy, not a girl. My boy and not anyone else’s.

“Hey, sleepy bear…. Are you ready to get out of here?” my purse was around my back, and the plastic bag had the things the nurses had given me. I beamed more, seeing the small hat on his head, he looked so adorable that I had to take another picture when he looked even cuter with the small pacifier wrapped up in a blanket.

“You sure you want to leave, or maybe we could call someone to pick you up?” the nurse was back. She didn’t like that I was just taking my stuff and walking away in the borrowed grey hospital outfit on me; they could burn the dress for all I cared; that wasn’t important anymore, only my child.

“No… no, and thank you… really…” I was picking up my baby and giving her a grateful smile; she probably knew I had nowhere to go, but how could she stop me? I was an adult, and the boy in my arms was my son.

“Yes… you take care of him and remember you too!” I smirked, hearing the woman speak to me like she knew my history; maybe she did; this was a hospital, after all, and that was why she was giving me a frown for taking my baby and leaving after just a few hours. Still, I felt better than ever. My pain wasn’t important.

“I won’t!” I said it back happy, walking out into the hallway, down to the end of the maternity ward, and getting out when the elevators were just astounding the corner.

I was riding the elevator, and more people were inside it; another couple had walked inside. I looked at them briefly, seeing they had a car seat. I just holding my baby in my arms. I knew it wouldn’t work out in the end, but for now, trying not to feel jealous of seeing the man carrying the seat and his wife looking happy and leaning on him.

No.

I turned away, not wanting to start crying; there was no longer time to cry. I was an adult with a baby that needed me. I would not cry in public over being jealous and petty seeing other couples look happy with their babies.

The main floor was coming up, and I hushed the whining boy, making him calm down with just the softness of my voice; that still was amazing that he trusted me so much that just my voice was enough to make him stop crying.

The sounds of heels running fast over the hospital floor made me look up to see the stressed-out woman in the distance; my chest sneered up, seeing the perfect blonde hair ruffled and her wrinkly dress and red cheeks on her wild face. I thought she was coming for me, still standing inside the elevator before breaking off at the last second to the main reception, which had been her goal.

“I want to see my daughter, please! Jennifer Thompson!” she wasn’t even trying to calm down when I moved with the crowd getting out of the elevator and for once being happy that she couldn’t see me, almost acting like a rabid dog when she was trying to get the receptionist and nurses to tell me where I was.

“Then look under f*****g Hopper! I know she is here, and I want to see her!” she was howling louder when I had my eyes on the exit, just wanting to get out and not caring about the crazy woman making everyone stare at her, demanding answers that were my mom.

The sight of the guy standing just before the entrance walking slower, almost like he wasn’t in any hurry to follow; the second person in the world that I didn’t want to see right now.

Travis.

Standing in the same shirt and shorts since the last time I saw him with sunglasses under his cap, he didn’t even care that mom was barking over at the reception when I snuggled my boy closer, wanting him to leave so that I could get out and not talk to him or my mother that was all over the front desk.

I was holding my breath when he finally was out of sight, speeding up to catch the revolting doors that were the gateway to my freedom, away from all this insane life that was mine and my parents that pretended to care and still took off and left you and f****d the guy you were renting your place from!

The fresh air made me take a deep breath, hearing my baby whine, and I huddled him closer; it wasn’t cold outside, and still, I was afraid that he would be chilly, even wrapped up inside the blanket I had against my chest.

“Hey, Jennifer…. You still owe me that rent….” I stopped, closing my eyes and hearing Travis's smug voice when he followed me; of course, he had. That was his favorite pastime after f*****g my mom behind my back!

“You’ll get your damn money! Just leave us alone!” I hadn’t turned around, not wanting to see him when he had stopped, just staring at me with his arms crossed and not letting me leave; why!?

“Are you really going to what, run away with a baby not even a day old? How? Your money is still back at my place….” I opened my eyes again, cursing that some of me knew he was right, and I hated that. Just as much as I hated him.

“I got a billionaire ex-boyfriend…. Don’t you worry so f*****g much, Travis…” I sneered when I turned half around; his eyes were on my baby, my Beau and I felt even angrier that he was looking like he was just waiting on me to run; what?? Was he some damn mind reader??

“You mean the same one that called your mom and scared her half to death that you had gone into labor alone? yeah… he is back in rehab; told her something about wanting to get better….” My mouth was open hearing Travis speak so damn calm about everything, my messy life that had Grant. Then there was Dylan, who had gotten the right to be my son’s father because of some stupid law since he was still my husband! That was just too much!

“You should take her there too since she f*****g need it!” I hated him so much, standing there and looking so damn cool about everything, like my suffering didn’t matter, just as long as he kept my mother happy; what a good boy he was, same as Liam!

“Come on, let me at least take you back so you can pay me before leaving and taking a newborn on the run….” Travis sighed from nowhere and pulled his cap back; he thought I was being stupid, and he wasn’t hiding it over his stern face; what a d**k.

“No, I’m taking the bus; I wouldn’t want to get between you and that girlfriend you got….” I growled it when he started to smirk again from nowhere, like this was all a joke to him, dating my mother so he could get what he wanted, money maybe? It wouldn’t surprise me!

“Alright, that’s your choice, but I got you one of these if you are interested…” he was walking over to the truck standing beside us in the parking lot and taking out the baby carrier; no way! I stared at it for some time and then at the smirking man. Did he do that for me?? I bet Mom had bought it, and he was just taking the credit.

“I hate you….” I hissed, coming closer. Beau was heavy, and the seat looked better every second, even if Travis held it and looked at me with strong, convicting eyes.

“Yeah, you told me that. Can’t you give that a break? Let's just make peace for five minutes, and you can put your baby down…” he had changed his voice; it sounded sweeter, like when he spoke to Mom and wanted something to my snort. Pretentious bastard.

“Fine!” I was still angry when he put the carrier down, making me bend over to put the surprisingly heavy baby in the seat before I realized I had no idea how I was supposed to do this; what if he got hurt when I let him go?? I couldn’t risk that, no way!

“I can’t!” I stood up again, looking scared at Travis, that wasn’t saying a word when I was holding my baby closer, just wanting him to be safe and not act so nervous about everything that could happen to him, he was so small, and he was all mine, I was going to kill the first person that was breathing on him wrong!

“Take it easy there, tigress…. Calm down….” I was panting, and Travis was reaching out, taking Beau when I didn’t have a chance to say no; my heart almost dropped that something would happen when Travis had put Beau down the seat and was strapping him in like he had done that a thousand times, did he have kids or what??

“My sister has a bunch of kids, and they all love me…” Travis snickered, seeing my accusing face, my eyes locked onto his grinning one; he was just full of surprises then, was that it??

“I don’t like you, and neither does Beau!” I said it back snappy when he shrugged like that didn’t matter; nothing was important to him unless it was hooking up with my mom and not telling me!

“Sure he does, just look at him being happy….” Travis was swinging the seat the slightest when I started to cry; I just wanted someone to do that with my baby, love me and help me out so that I didn’t have to do this alone, just not him!

“I hate you! Give me my baby back!” I was crying, and I didn’t care if people were starting to stare when Travis made a strained face like he wanted to bark back but couldn’t see the police officers that were just walking out of the hospital's main entrance. I wasn’t afraid to start yelling louder to get their attention!

“Hey, pipe down! you make it sound like I’m a bad guy….” Travis was about to hand over the carrier when I heard the damn sound again of heels. My face changed, knowing that my mom would kill me, and I didn’t want to listen to it, not after what I had been through on my own!

“Jennifer, oh god! Where the hell have you been!? Grant called me and said you were going into labor; why didn’t you call me!?” Mom was yelling it from afar, making Beau cry when I finally snagged the carrier from Travis's hands, cursing over how heavy it was to me. Travis didn’t say a damn word seeing Mom coming up and grabbing me like she would scold me for a lifetime for disappearing on her.

“Jennifer, answer me!” she was still angry as hell, shaking me the slightest when I didn’t answer; she didn’t deserve anything from me, not when she had done precisely what I didn’t want her to do; let me take control of my own life!

“I called your father, and oh boy, is he furious at you; just wait until he gets here!” I didn’t know if I was going to laugh or cry when she was talking to me like I was a child, and still, she was dating Travis; that was my age, f*****g hypocrite!

“Let me go! I don’t care what Dad says or what you think! I never wanted you to come anyway; I didn’t call Mom because I didn’t want you around!” I hissed it back, yanking my arms from the slender blonde with all her hair out of place and looking more feral than anything to me; she could burn in hell for all I cared.

Mom let me go instantly like I had stung her when I was pulling up the carrier closer to my body, not giving a s**t that she looked just as she did outside the store when her boyfriend had to save her from not falling apart, well. Here was his chance to be her hero again!

I gave a slight smirk to Travis that wasn’t so damn cocky when mom was around, and he just gave me a blank one back; I guess they did make a good couple, both having no heart and, in the end just as selfish as she told me I was.

“Let me just see Lilly, at least; you can do that for me, right?” Mom looked down at the carrier I held back, not caring how petty I was. She looked like she wanted to start crying again; she betrayed me, like everyone else!

“His name is Beau, and he is a boy!” I almost stomped my feet when Mom gasped like I had burned her with my word seeing Travis's eyes twitch the slightest when she did; see? He did want to save her! Well, I wasn’t going to stop them; what they did was none of my business!

“Oh god…. please…. let me see him then? I want to see my grandchild….” I was still frowning when Travis made a cough that I wanted to ignore, seeing Mom’s blue eyes plead at me like she was just having one wish: to see my baby.

“Omg… he is so beautiful…. Jennifer… you did it, you did it, baby...” I had removed the carrier from behind my back, putting it on the ground when mom was crouched down, crying her eyes out, and holding the hand of my most precious thing.

“Beau, huh?” Mom was still crying when she started to snicker like she hadn’t named her own son that ever, but he wasn’t hers, and he was mine, and I named him and nobody else.

“I saw a daytime soap opera, and I liked it….” I smiled the slightest, maybe it was stupid to name your firstborn after some show that had just been on, but I loved it.

“He sure looks like a Beau….” Mom snickered more when I didn’t want to smile; she still wasn’t on my good side with dating Travis, not by a long shot.

“Yeah, and now we are leaving….” I sighed when she didn’t want that; she wanted me to return home and stay in my room so she could care for me and Beau. That’s not what I would call progress.

“I’m taking you and the little guy back….” Travis spoke up for the first time since Mom had come running down the lane of cars when she nodded, and I frowned more, no. I was so not going back to Travis's place and living there, not when they were dating!

“No, we are still taking the bus…” I was about to pick up the carrier when Travis was faster, taking my baby and looking at me like wouldn’t happen.

“Just…. Stay safe, please… Jennifer, you are a mother now and…. Well, it’s so hard…” Mom's shoulders were down, hanging slightly with her head like she was ashamed, and she should be for what happened.

I didn’t answer her, seeing the sad woman that was my mom walk away, taking small steps on her heels before looking like she was going to cry all the way back to the homestead when Travis was taking me back to my place.

“Mom…. just…. You want to come and hold him when we get back?” I sighed heavily, hating myself for being so soft; she and I… we were not compatible, it seemed… or maybe I wasn’t that with anyone...

“Oh, yes! I'll meet you back at your…. home….” Mom was still saying it like she wasn’t used to that, and I sighed again at her hopeful eyes; I was so going to regret inviting her over.

Travis looked out when he hadn’t waited for me to decide whether to go with him when Beau was already inside that stupid truck before me when I was still watching Mom walk away, looking happier than ever.

“All done; look at me being all the fake daddy you ever need….” I got flushed for a second when Travis was laughing his ass off in the truck seeing my face turn every color before being red for even saying that. Was he crazy? What if Mom heard him??

“Travis, stop…” I was hissing it when he was snickering more, reaching out his hand to help me get inside the truck when I took it, still sore and wanting to lie down and sleep again, if I was honest.

I almost fell over him when he heaved me up way more than he needed to my offended face, almost hitting my head in his when he smirked again and let me go when I pulled back, hating that he smelled good; of course, he did… I was alone and starved for closeness.

“i***t…” I murmured it when he was still looking smug, seeing me put my seatbelt on and checking over Beau again between us; that part was still weird, that he was finally here, and I wasn’t pregnant anymore like that’s all I had ever been for so long.

“Ready?” I just nodded when Travis was chuckling, seeing my pout at his smug one, staring up at the truck. I exhaled, feeling like I needed to sleep, but there wasn’t a chance that would happen, not with Beau being here with me, and he needed me, and I had to get that.

“Alright, princess, let's get you guys back home...” Travis wasn’t teasing when I batted my eyes, yawning the slightest, and just held my hand on the small boy who was my new life.

Sure…