Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 32

“Palmer, Travis.” I exhaled, finally! We had been here for two hours, and I was getting sick of staring at my phone and seeing Travis's face smirking, telling me he had been right, and I just didn’t want to listen. Surprise. I didn’t listen to anyone; that’s how I got pregnant in the first place!

“I am coming along...” I was picking up the carrier only to feel Travis's hand taking it from me. I didn’t stop him; Beau was heavy even if he was small, a big boy, as they said; I disagreed with that; he was perfect!

The staff showed us inside the ER, only pulling a curtain when I was cursing, seeing Travis put down the carrier on the bed, still standing like he wasn’t the one that got hurt.

“Travis, sit down… you lost blood, like a lot….” I saw his hand that had changed from my hoodie to a towel that someone had given him when he shrugged at me and leaned back just the slightest, and smirked at me, standing on the other side of the bed and not getting why he was staring at me again, was it my boobs again? They were hurting, and I would need to feed Beau soon enough… s**t….

“What?!” I sounded snappier than I had thought when he didn’t care, just stared at me some more and looked like he wasn’t hurt that crazy bastard.

“Nothing, just…. Well…. Nothing…” When I frowned, he said it stupider than usual; what was so funny that he couldn’t share it with me??

“Your shirt, it's soaked…” he smirked more when my eyes followed his and looked down to my boobs and saw that he was right, my shirt was soaked, and I didn’t even feel it; what the hell!?

“Ah, dammit!” I knew that I should have nursed Beau before. Still, I didn’t want to do it before everyone in the waiting room, and now my shirt was ruined. Travis was still snickering, seeing me stare down at the enlarged breasts leaking everywhere.

“It's fine; you can just ask for another shirt, seeing that it is in the same place as you had that one….” Travis was still smirking when I flipped him off, and he laughed even more at my scoff and hated that he was right, but it still was embarrassing since I wasn’t wearing a bra either.

“Move over...” I still was scowling when Travis did move away from the baby seat. Seeing Beau awake, I lost my frown, and he whined some more when I picked him up, lifting up my shirt and starting to nurse him, not giving a s**t that Travis was still inside the draped area.

“Palmer?” I looked up, seeing the woman walk inside. She frowned seeing me sitting on the bed instead of Travis, like that was my fault for him being so damn stubborn and not wanting to sit his ass down when he needed!

“I’m sorry, but your girlfriend needs to move.” I scoffed when the woman sounded accusing; couldn’t she see that I was nursing my newborn? What kind of b***h was she anyway for just pushing me away when I was about to murmur some curses when Travis stopped me from getting down? the nurse giving him a sterner look didn’t like that.

“It's fine, I’m good standing; she just had a baby ...” I hated that he sounded sweet when the woman scoffed like she wasn’t buying his crap. To my surprise, were there women besides me immune to Travis's charm? Amazing.

“Yes, I can see that, but I’m not as tall as your girlfriend, and I need you not to move around.” I raised my eyebrows when the woman gave Travis a look that meant she wasn’t kidding around when I got down slowly and walked the two steps to the side. The woman was turning around to start patching up Travis, that wasn’t happy, taking a seat when I began to smirk; I didn’t know that I was tall; I mean, sure, I was taller than Mom and Mandy, but not like anyone had ever complained about my height like this b***h did.

“She needs another shirt.” I was still not looking at the nurse that was stitching up Travis's hand, too afraid that I would faint seeing her push the needle inside his skin and not making eye contact with either Travis or me, that was looking stern and just staring at his hand like he didn’t care about being hurt.

“I’m sure she does… and you need to rest that hand for a few days….” The nurse looked up when I got flushed, hearing Travis just demand a shirt for me like he had lost the sweetness when it wasn’t working, so that’s why he used it, that sneaky bastard; he wasn’t sweet at all; he just wanted something and knew what worked!

“didn’t you hear me? I want her to have another shirt; you got them in bunches, and she can’t walk out like that.” I took a deep breath, hearing Travis say he wasn’t to leave before the nurse gave me another shirt. I was done nursing and put Beau down carefully inside the carrier, and after some struggle, I put the seat belt on right.

“Oh, I heard you, but you can’t just ask me for one; she isn’t even a patient, and I can’t just hand them out; they cost money, you know!” I didn’t say a word feeling worse when I didn’t want to push it, not when the woman looked like she didn’t give a s**t and I could walk back to the car with a soaked shirt; it was fine.

“Alright, then I need one; look at mine, all bloody….” Travis was smirking, challenging when the woman sighed like we all didn’t know what he was doing, and she gave me a glare like this was my fault again; what had I done?? I was just standing in the corner and being quiet with my baby??

“Travis, it's fine….” I said it almost afraid when the woman gave me another scornful look before leaving the room. I was holding my breath, and I didn’t even know why she was scaring the crap out of me; it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen a nurse being stern before?

“No, it's not fine; she was just being jealous and acting like a b***h; I’m not going to accept that.” I didn’t believe him when he smirked, seeing my face break out into stupid laughter; there was nothing about me to be jealous over; I was a mess with a baby that couldn’t even get inside my own place without sending my landlord to the emergency room.

“Okay, here’s the shirt; you better leave your bloody one here and change.” I had stopped laughing seeing the woman coming back, demanding that Travis take his shirt off before her, when I couldn’t believe just how petty she was, nothing like the nurses had been on the maternity ward.

“Alright, turn around.” I almost snorted with laughter seeing the face of the nurse when Travis stood up again from the bed and held out his hand to the shocked woman; wow, he sure was taller than her, wasn’t he? I snorted more when she handed over the shirt, and he didn’t move, waiting for her to turn around like he cared if she saw him.

“What? I’m shy...” I started to giggle when the woman wasn’t happy, turning around when I was staring at Travis, taking his shirt off and making me gawk at him for a few seconds; no wonder my mom thought he was hot; he was! He had firm shoulders and torso, not like he was built like a tank like Dylan or anything like that, but he looked good, with a flat stomach and some visible abs. I knew I was staring when he smirked more, giving me a superior look that made me turn away; oh god, I wasn’t supposed to be ogling him back; he was dating my mother!

“All done.” The woman turned around and gave him another scoff when she took the bloody shirt before I stepped out and had my hand out to the annoyed woman.

“I can take that, it’s just blood, and that can be washed; hate to waste a good shirt, I mean….” I smirked when the nurse looked like she didn’t want to hand it over. Was she into Travis so bad she wanted a memento or what??

“Hand it over.” I was still having my hand out when Travis was the one speaking. The nurse looked at us both like she knew that there was no idea she even tried to argue or there would be a problem; I was crazy, after all.

“Thank you…” I made my voice sweeter to the woman giving us even more weird looks when she shook her head like she didn’t want to stay here anymore, seeing that I was looking at Travis when he looked at me like he was proud of getting his shirt back, it was an odd feeling when I started to smile seeing his.

“Shirt.” He was nodding when I took off my own one fast turning around and ignoring the feeling that was making me look away as if he didn’t know when he took off the new one that the nurse had given out, making me inhale his scent for a second seeing that he smelled so good.

“Okay, now that my hand is all good and you don’t look like you've been hosed down, let’s go back home….” I snickered more seeing him walk up, and I didn’t stop him from picking up the seat where Beau was, still not leaving his eyes that were on me; having a weird feeling in my stomach when he got closer, and I didn’t even feel bad over it.

“Oh, and Jen, you are washing that shirt.” I dropped my smile when he smirked, looking down at the shirt that still had blood on it and still in my hands, wait? Was he serious?!

“I don’t know how?!” He snickered more when I frowned, hating him again when he just had picked up the carrier and started to walk away, not giving a s**t that I was angry again! That bastard!

“Time to learn then, princess….” I wanted to throw something at the back of his head when we left the emergency room. Everyone was staring, seeing that Travis was shirtless, and I was walking after him, still scowling, knowing that he would make me do it.