Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 31

I cried some more, clutching the handle to my front door and going back inside, seeing that Dad was already gone, driving away from me bawling, and when it wasn’t budging, what!? I was trying the handle again, staring to yank it back and forth, when I swore, I could hear Beau screaming inside like he could feel me not getting back inside!

“Omg! No, no!!!” I couldn’t help it when the panic was rushing over me, the coldness making me want to start screaming for the whole neighborhood and banging hard on the door between me and my baby!

“Travis! Travis!” my voice was shrieking his name when I was still yanking the handle, wanting to kill myself for being so stupid and walking out and locking me out with my baby inside the bedroom!

“What!?” I didn’t care. He was angry when I kept screaming like a lunatic, seeing him scowl when he was coming around the corner of the house, seeing me crying when I was still trying to get inside my own home!

“Beau, Travis!” I was shrieking when he finally started to put the pieces together when I was still in my outfit from the hospital, and I was begging him to do something to save my baby!

“Ah, s**t! Okay, wait!” I didn’t care what he did when he was picking up loose curbstone. I was still crying so bad that I couldn’t even speak when he came closer, with no hesitation, and pulled me back from the door.

I shrieked again, hearing the loud smashing of the window outside the main room when Travis wasn’t saying anything, looking grim when he had turned the handle on the window and pushed it backward. Before I knew it, he was inside the apartment, walking around to open up for me, ignoring him when I ran back to the bedroom where my baby was screaming!

“Oh god! I’m so sorry, I’m so f*****g sorry…” I had picked up Beau, that was still crying, rocking him against me and hating myself even more; this was all my fault! Why was I so f*****g stupid and didn’t even get that the lock snapped into place when I closed the door behind me!?

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” I couldn’t stop crying, and at this point, I don’t know if I was telling Beau or myself that when a hand on my shoulder, I turned around and looked at the guy that had saved my Beau, looking sterner than ever when I didn’t care, he was a f*****g hero!

“Travis, thank you!!!” I didn’t care that he would scold me and tell me to pay him; who cared?! I could pay him every dollar I had for saving Beau!

I had come closer and stared at him with all my gratefulness, my eyes still overflowing with tears and the panic that was trying to fade away from my face, still panting the slightest and snot running down my nose.

“It's fine…. s**t… look at my window…” he was sighing when I wasn’t looking at the window, but at his hand that had blood running down from cutting himself on the glass, omg!

“Travis… your hand!” I was staring at the blood and then at his eyes like he didn’t care about that at all; it looked like it was deep and needed stitches!

“Oh yeah… that too…” he cursed when I didn’t know what to do, still clutching my baby and trying not to start freaking out again that he had hurt himself badly because of me; he needed a f*****g hospital!

“Get to the truck, now!” I was scolding him when he started to smirk when I didn’t care, still having Beau in my arms and walking at a fast pace out of the same place I had been so desperate to get back inside of just minutes ago, looking back and making sure that Travis was coming along when he was cursing some more, locking my door like that mattered, nothing mattered then him getting some damn stitches for saving my son!

“Are you coming or what!?” the adrenaline still rushing me when he snorted and came after me trying to get Beau inside the seat and looking back at Travis, his hand still bleeding bad when I yanked off my sweatshirt that was still stolen and walk fast around, wrapping it around his hand, frustrated he took so long when he was bleeding out on us!

“Why are you so f*****g calm!?” I hissed it when he still was smirking, walking past me when I was done, and looked over the baby seat and rearranged the belt with one hand like he had the time to do that; we needed to move!

“You might want to make sure he is buckled in since you are driving….” I stopped when he said what?! I had to drive!? I hadn’t done that in… f*****g forever…...

“Okay, just…. Don’t hate me if I wreck your truck….” Travis lost his smugness when he had thrown over the keys I missed catching, shaking the slightest, picking them up from the gravel, and giving him a really concerned look; I wasn’t kidding.

“Alright, fine, that’s it, I will just shift with my other hand; s**t, I don’t want to die because of your driving….” I frowned, I wasn’t a bad driver, just nervous, and my baby was inside his old rust bucket; you even had to use keys to open it, real ones and not electronic like I was used to!

“No, no, it's fine… listen, I just haven’t been driving in a while and… yeah, I know how to drive a stick, promise….” I was taking a deep breath, trying to smile at him when he didn’t believe me, and I didn’t care. We were going to leave now!

I was already inside when he looked up from the other side, having the door opened, and I was giving him wild eyes when he was just staring again; what?!

“Jen, it's nothing… I’m not dying, and we will probably wait all night for some stitches; just… get back out, and I can go alone….” I couldn’t believe he had just said that. What was he talking about?? He couldn’t drive and wanted to go alone; that was crazy!

“No, you are bleeding because of me, and…. I don’t want to be alone, Travis, please…” I was begging him, holding my hand out, when he looked at me again like he was wondering what the hell I was doing; trust me, I didn’t know either!

“Okay... just…. Make sure you are ready to wait…” he snickered, taking my hand when I exhaled, feeling his hand squeezing mine. Getting up to the seat and giving me a wink when I sighed again, looking over Beau and thanking God for Travis saving him!

“Travis, seriously… thank you… really…” I had driven out from the driveway, and not caring, he was frowning over that I had graced one of the trashcans; who cared when he was still bleeding even when my hoodie was around his hand??

“Oh, yeah, it's fine… really…” I held my breath, focusing on the road and hearing him sound embarrassed. To my surprise, that was not the response I had expected from him, looking more at my baby than at his hand, which was supposed to be the most important thing right now.

“No…no, it's not fine, I did that… I just got mad at my dad and… f**k… I just don’t know how I got so stupid and locked myself out….” I was cursing some more and pushing the pedal, wanting to go faster, and still not when Beau was between us. I wanted to cry again from being thankful and happy, but I couldn’t, not when I needed to drive.

“Yeah, trust me, I heard that too...” I sighed when he was probably smirking at my fighting with my father; that was how I was used to him handling anything I was telling him, at least.

“I’m sorry, you don’t need to hear that s**t and handle mom….” I sighed again when he started to snicker from my shoulders, falling down, feeling guilty, knowing that he had been stuck comforting her when she was crying her eyes out in his arms and asking God what she deserved to have me as her child…. s**t… I sneaked my eyes back at him when he was looking at me, and I got a lump in my throat because his eyes were all over me. Was he checking me out??

“Travis, I’m serious, and you are checking out my rack?” I looked back at the road, giving him a side-eye that he didn’t care about; his eyes clearly did not leave my boobs for a second.

“I’m sorry, but they are…. big…” he said smugly when I looked down at my shirt for a second and realized he was right; my boobs weren’t this big usually, s**t!

“Goddam perv…” I gave him more side eyes that he snickered, but he didn’t stare anymore, not when I was shaking my head at his stupidity; he was lucky that he had saved my baby, or else I would have given him so much s**t for just ogling me.

“Sure am...” I snorted when he laughed, holding his hand up and watching me when he thought I couldn’t notice. I had started to relax, feeling safe with my baby and the man that was a stranger, a rude one, but he saved Beau.

“f*****g hospitals…” I was gritting my teeth, seeing the significant buildings coming up in the distance, when Beau made a whine. I was reaching out to calm him down when I felt my fingers touching Travis, who had done the same thing.

My cheeks burned, feeling him not pulling back his fingers when I didn’t either, and our fingertips barely touched above my baby, who was already about to sleep again in the moving truck.

“It’s okay; at least it's me this time….” I smirked, hearing Travis's voice in the darkness that was coming up into the distance, still having my hand against his; I guess so... that didn’t make me feel better when I finally retracted my hand, my cheeks still burning and none of us speaking from the weird silence.