Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 17

I turned the pancake too fast, cursing when it was half ruined in my only pan, and had decided to celebrate living alone and not just mope around in the half-empty apartment that was my home now.

My home.

Not my parents.

Not Dylan or Grants.

Mine.

I smiled, pushing the pancake back out, it was messy and looked like crap, but it was still a pancake, and I was the one doing it. That was freaking progress.

All of it. The small sofa that Travis had given me, no matter if it wasn’t the best, was mine and not someone else’s anymore.

“Crap!” I didn’t smell the burning before I lost focus on what I was doing and saw the pancake starts to burn up in the old pan. I stared for a few seconds, not knowing what to do with it; what was it with me cooking anyway?!

The smoke alarm started to beep when my door slammed open, seeing a really sleepy Travis coming inside with a fire extinguisher of everything in the world!

“Travis!?” I wasn’t sure how he could have heard the smoke detector going off so fast if he wasn’t just next door and looking like he was ready for anything coming inside my place!

“Jesus Christ!” He dropped the heavy thing with a scowl coming beside me and removing the stove pan that was still booming with smoke that had started to fill up my place; oh god!

“What the hell where you are doing anyway? It's four in the morning??” I didn’t say anything seeing the upset man staring at me like he couldn’t believe I had just made him wake up in the middle of the night, standing in his boxers and shirt; oh.

“I was just… I couldn’t sleep; Lilly was kicking me….” Travis's face scrounged up more like he didn’t understand what I was talking about. He didn’t care right now, seeing that he wanted to sleep more than listen to my stupid ramble.

“You know what? I’m going back to sleep, and you can make something that doesn’t require heat!” he was snarling it when I felt worse, looking down and being scolded by my landlord for almost burning down the place; that wasn’t the way I wanted to spend my first night inside my home.

“I’m sorry, Travis….” I said it faintly, trying not to start crying; he didn’t need that, not when he had moved over my stuff and been nice enough to get my place done before I even had returned from the homestead.

“New rule, don’t cook before dawn….” He was muttering it, walking back again, picking up the fire extinguisher before glancing at me, still standing before the stove. He started to cry, having my hand muffled the wails, not helping at all.

“Okay….” I was nodding back, wiping my eyes, seeing his guilty conscious staring to unveil before me, not when he wasn’t awakened by a heart attack, thinking that there was a fire inside my place.

“Let's just…. Take a step back; I just don’t want my place to burn down; I haven’t even got the insurance kicking in yet, you understand that?” He sounded nicer, putting down the extinguisher beside my door, to my embarrassment, like he thought it was just as well that it stayed inside my apartment.

“I get that…. and like I said, I’m sorry….” I wished he just could leave and not look at me like he was still trying to figure out what to do with me, him hearing Mom talking yesterday about me being like this. Now he had proof since I almost burned down his house.

“Yeah, I got that too…” he didn’t say more when I fell down with my head, feeling even more like a failure; I didn’t understand how mom did all this and still looked like she was this perfect woman that didn’t spend the morning in bacon grease?

“Listen, you want to eat… let just… get something…” he nodded when I lifted my head, surprised seeing him turning around and already regretting asking me when I was still standing in my night shorts and a shirt that was making me feel less fat, however, that wasn’t possible, I was.

“Are you coming or what?” I still wasn’t sure he was serious when I grabbed my purse, took the small cardigan, knowing that it was too hot for it, and just closed the door with flipflops, turned the key, and followed Travis, that had stepped inside a door further down, coming outside wearing pants to my relief, not that he wasn’t good looking or anything, I just didn’t want to leave anywhere with a man with just his underwear.

I took his hand, helping me inside his truck when I was feeling bad; I should get a car. That was the next step of me being independent of my parents and everyone else, even the nice man taking a seat inside and driving out into the streets, the sun still not up, and I felt… peace…. Taking a deep breath, and I didn’t know why? Maybe it was just me and trucks, or perhaps Travis seemed to be a cool cucumber about everything, which was not a common trait in my world.

“Alright, so you’re paying since I had a heart attack being woken up….” I smirked, having my eyes closed, hearing the grumpy guy that hadn’t stopped when I felt the small bump, and listening to the voice from the guy standing on the other side of the microphone in the drive-thru.

“Sure, I can pay…” I snickered from nowhere when I opened my eyes, seeing Travis smile slightly like he wanted to laugh about what happened, but he was still too pissed about it.

“Good, because I’m hungry from lifting in your furniture alone.” He smirked now when I lost my smile; yeah, he did do that. I hadn’t said thank you, I was still a mess… not even able to act friendly to people helping me…

“Thank you… for doing that, I can pay you if you like….” I was already digging around in my purse, wanting to pay him and not feel so damn guilty about taking up his time and waking him up in the middle of the night just because I couldn’t sleep.

“Nah, it's fine; it wasn’t that much anyway; you should get something more for your place; isn’t that baby due soon?” Travis was done speaking with our order when I nodded, ashamed again since he was right. I did need more stuff, but it was so hard when people everywhere in this town gave me a distinct look like they knew me. They didn’t!

“Yeah, she is already supposed to be … born….” I sighed when he nodded and rolled up to the next window that was given over the food, I was digging out the bills, and to my relief, he didn’t stop me from paying; I wanted to do that. No matter how small it was.

“Okay…” he didn’t ask more when I had been given the bags, holding them for dear life when Travis was driving around to the small parking lot and stopping, to my surprise, just taking one of the bags and started to eat not caring that I still wasn’t sure what had happened, he was hungry it seemed.

“What are you waiting for, eat?” He scoffed when I took one of the burgers, not even knowing if it was my order, and taking a bite was good. No doubt about that part.

I was still eating when he was done, taking the wrappers and pushing them down the empty bag. To my surprise, when I finished my first, I ate the last part and drank soda slowly like it was forbidden; I loved that taste so bad.

“Jennifer, let’s just get some sleep, and then we will fix that problem of you having nothing more than your bed and my stove that you almost burned down….” I didn’t know what to say seeing Travis start the car and drive out of the parking lot when other trucks were scared; it was still early morning, and I was getting tired from eating, yawning to him following, yeah, that would be a good idea… oh and maybe a car….

“I don’t know what to get?” I really didn’t; all my life, I hadn’t needed anything close to now; it wasn’t just a part of my life before everything with Dylan and getting knocked up happened.

“Don’t worry, we'll figure it out...” Travis sounded smug again, to my dislike, when we were back at the house. I walked out when he helped me down like a freaking gentleman, and still, I didn’t like it when he looked amused over something I didn’t know about.

“Don’t forget those meds now…” he smirked more when I gasped, wanting to get inside and not hear him nag over something that wasn’t his business anyway!

“Sure, Dad!” I said sarcastically when he started to laugh, and I closed the door offended; who did he think he was anyway?? Just because he was nice didn’t mean that he could just tell me what to do! I wasn’t going to let him!

I opened the door again, but the bastard was already gone to my cursing, still muttering, when I took out the bottle and took two pills with the soda I had left. Travis officially sucked.

I got back to bed, ignoring that my place still had some smoke left when Travis had opened the window, and I had closed it to sleep; there was no way I would have anything open anymore with someone just being able to stroll inside, never!

“Goodnight, Lilly…” I was whispering it when she started to kick me again, making me smile; my life was finally starting to look up; having this place was the best decision I had made in my life; I should have done it months ago if it wasn’t for the fact that I was wrapped up over the guys that in the end didn’t earn up to all there talk….

I sighed, turning on my side, getting more comfortable, hoping that I would get some sleep this time and not burn down the house wanting pancakes.