“I remember every damn thing about you, from your smiling child eyes to your beautiful teenage body. You were my shadow Mischief and I loved it.”
“Trav?”
“Hmmmm?”
“When did you first realize you were in love with me?”
He smiles against my skin and snakes his tongue out to slide over my pulse.
“I loved you as a kid, I loved you as a girl but it wasn’t the love I have now. When I first realized I loved you, was the night I kissed you and you melted into me. I knew I cared, I knew I would die for you, but at that moment, I changed. You became everything and I knew I would never let you go.”
I lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes, loving the feeling of his lips sliding over my neck.
“You are my everything.”
He kisses a trail down my neck.
“My sunshine.”
He slides his mouth over my collar bone and sucks.
“My darkness.”
He moves lower, spinning me around as he does. He grips my shirt, lifting it over my head and dropping it on the ground. He sucks my hardened nipple into his mouth.
“My rain.”
He slides lower, dragging hot kisses down my belly and circling my navel.
“My happy ending.”
He grips my bikini bottoms and yanks them down; he grips my hips and puts me on the counter. He uses his hands to spread my knees and he slowly trails kisses up my thighs until he reaches my heated flesh. He uses his fingers to slide through my folds to find me ready. I whimper and let my head fall back; he slowly inserts a finger and lowers his head to take my clit into his mouth.
“Trav…” I moan.
“Everything,” He murmurs against my flesh. “Every fucking thing, you are my world.”
He sucks harder and I thrust my hips upwards, desperate for more, desperate for him. He sucks and licks until I am shuddering with such an intense orgasm; my world goes black for a moment. I feel him move over my body and grip my hips, he pulls me towards the edge of the counter and then he is inside me. Fucking me slow and deep.
“Oh God, Trav…”
“Mischief, you are my soul.” He rasps.
“I need you, more, more Trav.”
He slides his hips out and slams back in, and then we are fucking with such force dishes are smashing on the ground as he thrusts and my hands reach out to grip whatever I can find. His head is back, the veins in his neck are pulsing. His mouth opens slightly and strangled groans escape his lips as he drives in and out of me, fucking me so hard I know it will hurt tomorrow.
“God Trav!” I scream.
“Come, God, come.”
I begin coming around him, and then I hear his guttural moan as he releases along with me, pulsing long and hot inside me. Our moans tangle together until we make a beautiful melody of our own. When we come down from our high, he lifts me and carries me to the couch, laying me down gently. He slides out, and then pushes back in and I realize he is still hard.
“Trav…”
He looks down at me. “Do you realize Mischief, that you are my heart?”
“I know.” I whisper as he slides out and slowly pushes back in.
“Do you know what I would do for you?”
“Y-y-yes.”
‘I’d die for you.”
“Trav…”
“Mischief…I love you.”
I melt, I have wanted those words since I got back and like that I feel an instant relief. I grip his shoulders and I feel a random tear slide down my cheek.
“Oh Trav, I love you too.”
He groans and puts his head into my shoulder; slowly he thrusts his hips, slowly and beautifully. He grips my hands and puts them above my head and he moves over me with such perfection it makes my chest hurt. His back ripples, his arms bulge, his face is buried in my shoulder and he is making a strange sound, a pained sound.
We are making love. I didn’t even realize it, because I have never done it but here we are. Travis Phoenix is making love to me. His body is moving slowly, his moans are soft, and my moans are gentle. His hands are running gently over me, his body is burning into mine. I grip his back and let him move, my head falls back and he kisses my throat. His hair is damp and sticking to his forehead.
I lift my hand and move a piece of hair away from his eyes and I stare into them, thanking whatever God is out there, for giving me such a perfect man. Our moans grow higher, and higher until we are in the throws again. My body shudders around his before he finally releases again with a soft groan into my shoulder. He slumps over me and I stroke my fingers up and down his back while we lay silently. My fingers lightly trace his tattoos and he groans with satisfaction. He pulls back and takes me with him, positioning me on his lap.
“You are amazing.”
I smile, kissing his lips.
“Right back at you.”
His phone rings then and with a sigh he looks down at it. With a curse, he answers it.
“Why are you calling me?”
Silence.
“What?”
Silence.
“Fuck, lock the door and don’t move.”
He hangs up the phone and stands.
“Who was it?” I ask, as he yanks up his jeans and throws on a shirt.
“Janice.”
“What?”
“She said her boyfriend is back.”
“Trav…call the police.”
“I’ll deal with it.”
“Travis, I am asking you not to go.”
He looks down at me.
“I have to, don’t ask me not to.”
I look down and feel our moment slipping away.
“She is playing you.”
“Not this again Mischief, I can’t deal with this jealousy.”
“Is that what you think it is?” I whisper.
“Well what is it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
He sighs and throws his hands up.
“I can’t deal with this. I have to go.”
He leans down and kisses my head, when he gets to the door I call out his name. He turns and stares at me.
“Do your words mean anything?”
He looks hurt. “They mean everything Mischief, if you don’t know that by now we are wasting our time.”
Then he steps out and closes the door behind him.
CHAPTER NINTEEN
“Oh God” I groan, as I throw up for the second time this morning.
“Oh honey, what did you eat?” Reagan asks, patting my back.
“I think you need to go to a Doctor.” Jasmine says, wiping my face with a cool cloth.
“I am fine.” I croak.
“We came over to surprise you for your birthday and you are hanging over the toilet.”
My birthday, I had forgotten about my birthday and I didn’t care to think about it now. I retch again and then sit back and groan. Reagan hands me a glass of water and I sip it, my stomach protests a while, but finally it settles enough for me to walk out into the lounge. Jasmine sits beside me and gives me a funny look.
“You look pale; I think you need a Doctor.”
When I throw up the water, I don’t get a choice. They hustle me into the car and force me to the Doctor’s. We sit in the Doctor’s office for an hour when finally, I am called in. The girls wait outside for me. I take a seat and stare at the old Doctor in front of me. She has a severe face, with a grey bun but she is lovely. She takes my temperature and asks me a few questions. It is the last question she asks that has my blood running cold.
“When was your last period?”
I stare at her rather stupidly for a moment.
“Um, it was, I don’t….”
“That’s ok. We can do a test.”
“A test for what?” I cry.
“Pregnancy.”
“Oh no, I’m not pregnant.”
“Have you not been sexually active?”
“Well yes but…”
“Have you used prot
ection?”
“Well mostly…”
“Then we need to test for pregnancy. Have you been feeling off?”
“Nothing too unusual, I feel a bit off in the mornings but I have been stressed and tired.”
She nods and hands me a small cup. I give her a look and she explains I have to pee in it. I go to the toilet and do as she asks, then I come back out and hand it to her. She dips a little stick in and a moment later she smiles.
“Oh wow, certainly pregnant.”
I feel my blood rush from my face and drain to my toes.
“Pardon?”
“You have a positive test. I assume you would be about five weeks if that.”
“Pregnant?” I whisper.
“Yes.”
She goes over all this information and vitamins I have to take but I can’t hear her, Pregnant? She can’t be serious. This isn’t happening. It isn’t. When I walk out of the room, the girls jump up and rush over. I burst into a fit of hysterical tears and tell them my news. They go quiet a moment.
“Aw, honey, that’s not so bad.” Reagan soothes.
“It’s awful. We only just got back together, we are fighting and…oh no.”
“Shhh, come on, let’s go somewhere so we can talk ok?”
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
We go to a nearby café and they spend hours telling me it will be fine, I can deal with it, nothing will go wrong. When they take me home, Trav is waiting in my apartment. The girls rush out quickly, rambling that they have something important to do. Travis walks over and takes me into his arms, holding me close and for a small moment, I feel better.
“What was that about?”
“Can we talk Trav?”
“Yeah, let me give you this first.”
He hands me a box, and I stare down at it.
“What is it?”
“Your birthday present.”
I swallow and open the box, to reveal a beautiful diamond necklace.
“Oh Trav.”
“Happy Birthday beautiful.”
He kisses my cheek softly and I cling to him for long moments.
“It’s beautiful, I love it.”
“Ok, now we can talk.”
We sit on the couch and he turns to face me.
“First, how is Janice?”
“She is doing ok.”
“Trav, do you really believe her boyfriend is doing this?”
“I don’t know Mischief, but she was pretty messed up.”
“I don’t want to fight over this, but it bothers me that you run to her.”
He closes his eyes. “She has no one else.”
“She isn’t your problem anymore.”
“Look, I know ok? I told her I couldn’t help her anymore and that she needed to report it to the police because it wasn’t my place to keep running after her.”
“How did she take that?”
“Not well, but I had to do it.”
I nod.
“Ok, well then there is something else I have to tell you.”
He looks up at me, and narrows his eyes.
“Spill, your face looks terrified.”
“Trav…I’m pregnant.”
His face pales, rapidly.
“Say again?”
“I’m pregnant.”
He rubs his face and closes his eyes.
“How?”
“What?”
“How?”
“Ummm, I think you know how.”
“I used condoms.”
“Not every time.”
“I fucking pulled out Mischief.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“God, this is such a bad time.”
I am a little hurt.
“I can’t change it.”
“Fuck….just fuck.”
“I told you I wasn’t on the pill!”
“I pulled out!” He yells, standing.
“What is the problem?”
“The fucking problem is we are fighting like cats and dogs, you won’t move in with me, you won’t get over the damn past.”
I feel like he has slapped me.
“I…that’s not true.”
“Isn’t it, then why won’t you move in with me?”
“I…”
“WELL?”
I swallow, God he is right, I am pulling back.
“I know how you must feel but…”
“No, you don’t know how I feel. You don’t trust me; you don’t want to be with me.”
“Trav, God, that’s not true.”
“Why did you leave then?” He croaks.
I feel my throat tighten and my heart clench.
“I was hurt.”
“You ran from me, you didn’t give me a chance to explain and now you don’t trust me.”
“I do, God Trav, I do.”
“No,” He says, picking up his keys. “You fucking don’t.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
TRAVIS
“She’s pregnant.” I say, shooting back a shot of whiskey.
“That’s a good thing right?” Marcus asks, doing the same.
“She won’t even move in with me, but she’s pregnant.”
“Maybe it’s the step you two need.”
“I was harsh to her, poor girl looked like hell.”
“You were shocked, she will forgive you.”
“I don’t know if I can be a Dad again, I am only just clean.”
“You will do fine; you have even more reason to stay clean now.”
“If I hurt her again…”
“That’s what this is about right? The fact that you are scared she will bolt again, and this time it will hurt even more.”
“If she ran again, I would die, end of story.”
“I don’t think she is going to do that.”
“How can you be so sure? She won’t even move in with me.”
“Because the girl is crazy about you, she had a lot of fucked up things happen to her last time, it’s a little different now.”
“Yeah, I guess you are right.”
“Get your ass home and be with her Travis, don’t be out here being a jerk.”
I snort. “Trust you to tell me how it is.”
“Well, I know you better than you know yourself sometimes. Get home; give that sweet girl a fucking big kiss.”
I punch his arm.
“You are a pig.”
“Yeah, fucking ay. Later champ.”
“Later Marcus.”
VIOLET
I wait for Trav; he doesn’t come home. I stand in the kitchen heating a microwave meal, even though I probably won’t eat it. I pull out my phone and text Trav for the hundredth time.
I stuffed up. You are right, but I do love you Trav. I do want this and I will move in with you.
I eat my meal in silence and go to bed. I toss and turn, worrying about the fact that I am going to have a baby and the man I am having it with might not want that. I feel Trav slide into bed very early the next morning, and he grips my body, pulling it towards him. He splays his hand over my belly and rubs.
“My little bean.”
I open my eyes, shocked.
“Bean?”
“Yep, my little bean.”
I roll over.
“You came back.”
He looks long and hard at me.
“I was out of line.”
“No, Trav, this one was on me. You are right, I am scared. I am scared to give you my heart again because you broke it before…”
“Mischief…”
“But here’s the thing Trav, you are my heart. I can’t give it to you, because you already have it and you always will. I am a fool, and I want to be with you, in all ways. I want to move in with you.”
He beams.
“Oh baby, you kill me but fuck I love you.”
“Are you ok with this baby? I need you to be ok?”
He rolls me over and strokes my hair.
“I was shocked,
but I am ok with it.”
“Really?”
“Really, really, I am already a Dad; it isn’t going to change anything for us.”
“I worry it is too soon.”
“Mischief, we have been meant to be since we were kids. It’s never been too soon.”
I smile, and snuggle into him.
“We made a baby rockstar.”
“We made a baby, Mischief.”
~*~*~*~
“What?” My Mother cries, jumping up and down.
“I found out the other day, I didn’t tell you because you were worried about Dad.”
“A baby, my baby is having a baby?” She shrieks.
“Yep.”
She grips me and spins me around, laughing and crying at the same time.
“What is going on with you two out there?” Chief calls from the other room.
“My baby…oh Caden, our baby is pregnant.”
Silence
I meet her gaze and she gives me an uh oh look. We peer around the door and Chief is staring into nothing.
“Daddy…”
He looks over at me, and then a big smile breaks out on his face.
“Well hell kid, a baby?”
I grin and make an excited noise.
“Fucking get over here!”
I run over and he wraps his arms around me.
“I’m too young to be an old gramps.”
I laugh. “Sorry!”
“I’m real happy for you Mischief. Always knew you and Travis would make me some little bikers.”
“Little bikers? Oh lord.”
He laughs. “Get over here Angel, we are gonna be Grandparents.”
Mom is still laughing and jumping around.
“I am so excited. Oh, we need to get a baby bed, a change table, a high chair…”
Chief and I roll our eyes but we let her skip around making a list. She is happy and we are both thrilled to see that. When I manage to pry myself away from my happy parents, I head into work. Trav is in a meeting when I get in, so I turn on my computer and get busy. An email pops up twenty minutes in from an unknown email address.
To: Violet Williams.
From: Anonymous.
Subject: Back off.
Violet,
If you don’t back off I am going to get very angry. I have warned you and warned you and now you are pregnant. Wouldn’t it be tragic if something happened to you and your baby? Travis would be distraught. He would turn to women like he did when you were gone.
Walk away. If you value your life, and your child’s life, leave him and walk away. This is not a request. If you don’t, you will pay. That is a promise.
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