Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Travis said softly into my hair, rubbing my back. “Please talk to me.”
Another sob found its way through my lips, and I clutched his soaked shirt in my fists. “I’m just scared,” I croaked, my voice muffled against his chest.
His arms tightened around me, almost crushing me to him. “Tell me what you’re scared of, and I promise I’ll make it go away.”
I wanted to laugh. He was making a promise, and he didn’t even know what I was afraid of. What if he really did still love her, and he wanted to be with her? He would have to break his promise to me that he had just made, and I knew Travis well enough to know that he never broke his promises. He was a man of his word. He would either suffer for not being with her, or he would finally betray his own morals.
“You love her,” I cried, unable to hold it in any longer. I felt Travis’s body tense beneath me. “Travis, you love her. I don’t want to lose you.”
He tilted my chin up, letting his eyes meet mine. He gently swiped some tears off my cheeks. “Katie, baby,” he softly spoke, “I’m never going to leave you; I promise. I would never do anything like that to you. You’ve practically become everything to me.” My lips trembled at his tender words. “Leanne is supposed to be in my past, and I’m going to put her back where she belongs, okay?”
I nodded, struggling to find the reassurance he was trying to give me in his words. It was so hard to believe, though. I knew he cared about me, but would caring for me be enough to make him stay, compared to the strong emotion of love that he felt for her?
I woke up the next morning, the feeling of bile rising in the back of my throat. I snatched the little trash can that was beside the bed onto my lap. Travis jerked awake at the movement, and he cursed when he saw me bent over the trash can.
“Fuck,” he swore. “We left your medicine at home.”
I didn’t bother trying to answer him as everything I had eaten the day before came up. He quickly slid behind me and held my hair back for me with one hand, soothingly rubbing my back with his other. When he finally thought that I was done, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and made a phone call. I didn’t ask who he was calling since I was bent over the trash can again, moaning in discomfort.
“Luke’s bringing your medicine and some saltine crackers,” Travis told me, still rubbing my back.
I nodded, gagging before I retched once again. When Luke finally made it with my medication and some crackers, I slowly began to feel better. Thank God for the simple things in life like these because they worked miracles on my morning sickness. Being sick all of the time sucked.
Later that day after my stomach settled, Travis drove us back home so we could get proper showers and put on clean clothes. He had gotten into the shower with me, but he didn’t stay long because he said he had some things to take care of. I was pretty sure he mentioned a lawyer somewhere in that small conversation we had.
I slid on jeans and a t-shirt, deciding that I wanted to spend some time with Amy. All of my time lately had been taken up with Travis, and when it wasn’t, she was normally tangled up with Luke somewhere.
I found her in the kitchen talking to Grace. She smiled at me when I walked into the room. “Awe, you poor baby,” she cooed when she saw me. I scowled at her. “You look fucking miserable. You and Travis need to fuck.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her comment. This was one of the reasons I loved Amy so much. She was blunt, and she never hid her thoughts. She didn’t ever hesitate to speak what was on her mind. It was always hard for her to follow the think before you speak rule, but I enjoyed having a friend that didn’t mind being brutally honest with me.
We sat at the bar, and that stupid bitch Leanne sauntered into the room, instantly dimming my mood. I clenched my fists when I thought of how she turned her back on Travis and how she’d fucked up his head so easily. Amy shot me a reassuring smile. “Pull your claws out and tear that bitch apart,” Amy whispered in my ear.
That was probably the worst piece of advice that Amy could have given me because I was itching for a fucking fight.
Leanne sat on the opposite side of us and smiled at Amy, ignoring me. I immediately knew what game she was playing. She was going to piss me off by going at Amy. I guess she had heard how protective I was over my best friend.