Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I’d seen her in action before.
Every single person that crossed the crazy bitch in some way ended up paying—even if it was getting fired from your job where Allegra once tried to return a shirt and been turned away, stating that it was company policy not to accept returns on worn items.
Instead of pursuing it there, she’d then gone to the president of the chain of stores and pleaded her case. Who’d decided to side with Allegra.
Secretly, I was sure that Allegra had probably fucked the man in some way—based on the smile on his face when I’d seen them together—but that was a different story for another day.
Especially when the woman that I’d had a permanent hard-on for was lying on my desk, legs spread wide to accommodate my hips, staring at me like I’d just made all her dreams come true.
“I’m sure.”
Then I showed her.
I showed her by touching her.
I showed her by teasing her.
I showed her in each and every kiss. Taste. Touch. Lick.
“Are you really, really sure?”
I ignored her breathy question, instead pressing her breasts together as I tried to lick both nipples at once.
The move caused more breast milk to spill from her nipples, making her gasp.
“Travis…”
The worry in her voice had me smiling, and after licking each drop free, I let her breasts go and moved down, yanking her loose yoga pants down her hips as I went.
“Oh, God.”
“Not God, honey. Just me, Travis.”
She pulled my hair, causing me to laugh as I paused at the soft swell of her belly.
She had more stretch marks. A lot more.
But they were cute.
Tiny little scars that would forever bear witness of our son’s previous position inside of her for a full nine months.
“Beautiful,” I told her, then skimmed my lips along the angry looking scar that was healed now, but still very visible.
When Hannah had told me that she wanted to have a vaginal birth after having a C-section, I hadn’t realized the danger.
Hadn’t realized that it could possibly kill her.
Not until she’d pushed for hours, and was so exhausted that she passed out cold on the hospital bed that she was trying to deliver our son on.
Chapter 10
Life is like a penis. It gets hard sometimes, but not forever.
-Fact of Life
Travis
63 days ago
I was nervous as hell.
Hannah was exhausted.
She was staring at me, defeat in her eyes, and was crying.
“Baby,” I whispered, cupping her cheeks. “You tried so hard…it’s okay.”
A tear fell from the corner of her eye. “I wanted to do it right.”
I smoothed her sweaty hair back from her face.
“You are doing it right,” I told her.
She took a deep breath, and winced as another contraction took hold.
We’d been at this pushing thing for over four hours. TJ was no closer to coming out now than he was when she’d first started.
I could see the worried looks that the doctor and the nurses were exchanging, and Michael had been back twice to check on her.
Each time he’d left, I could read a little more fear in his eyes.
“Can you get me more ice?”
I nodded, then stood up, walking out moments later with an empty cup.
Michael, Hannah’s brother, stopped me the moment that I exited the room.
“Is everything okay?”
I could tell that he was worried. Hell, I was worried, and I was in there the whole time.
When Hannah had told us that the only person she wanted in the delivery room was me, rather than her brother and parents who were all in the medical field, I’d been stunned.
Not to mention that I didn’t deserve to be there.
But the moment that she’d said it, I’d felt pride in being the first and only one to see our son—at least for a few hours, anyway.
Now, though, I could tell it was taking a toll on everyone else—including her badass brother who hated my guts.
“She’s exhausted,” I told him bluntly. “She asked for more ice.”
Michael swallowed.
“I told her after last time that she shouldn’t do this.”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Michael looked at me, his large, tattooed arms crossed intimidatingly across his chest. “Last time Hannah had to have an emergency C-section due to complications. Complications that the doctor said at the beginning of her pregnancy would likely repeat themselves.”
My mouth dropped open.
“What?”
He nodded, letting me know that he was more than serious.
“When was this discussed?”
He just looked at me, and I winced.
I’d missed more than one appointment. It could’ve been at any of them.
Though, I had made the two biggest ones she’d said—the gender reveal, and the one at twenty-eight weeks when they checked growth.
I felt like my world had just narrowed.
“What can I do now?” I asked, my voice precise and to the point when it was anything but what I was feeling.
Stark terror. Horror. Anger. Dismay.
All of those things were going through me as I asked the man that hated me with a passion, what I was supposed to do.