Chapter 24

I'm laying on bed still a little upset when my phone rings.

"Hey", he says right after picking up.

"Hi",

"My son has been admitted, he's in the hospital", my heart suddenly drops. Poor little Taylor.  I'm not a mother yet but I  can feel how painful that must be on him. "Apparently he drank thinners, that liquid used for paint", I nod even though he can't see me. He said all this so quick, not even startling over his words.

Just as every word registers I gasp, "wait, what?",

"Yeah", he must be nodding from the tone of his voice. "I don't know how he actually got ahold of it so-", his words fades. He's worried and that makes me worry.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry", I say softly. Suddenly I'm not upset anymore. How can I when he's going through all this? He's son is in the hospital for fuck's sake. All I want right now is to pull him into my arms and comfort him, telling him that his son will be alright and be discharged anytime soon now.

"Yeah. I'll go check them in the morning since visitors aren't allowed anymore", he says.

"Who's with him right now?", I ask. I'm 26 years old but would appreciate to have someone with me if I'd be in the hospital.

"My mum and his mum", he says. The fact that he's with his mum means Travis called him. But man I don't care, their son is in the hospital and them seeing one another isn't gonna get me upset. They could talk and hug if they want to. But damn it does sting. They could rekindle over how they feel. They are a family after all.

Anyway, I shouldn't be thinking of that right now.

"Please keep me updated with his condition", I say. I know he isn't my son but the fact that Travis is worried, scared, devastated about this whole thing makes me feel sad. Taylor is technically my son too right now.

"I'll keep you updated babe", he replies. We say goodbye and hang up. I toss my phone on the side and just think what he's going through. I'm worried, or is it some kind of jealousy cause now I can't keep myself from playing some kind of made up scene in my mind of Travis talking and comforting Kami, his ex, the mother of his son. She could be phoning him, telling him to come get her from the hospital. She could act scared and be worried since that part's not for acting. He could be driving there to give them a blanket and to comfort Kami, burying her into his chest as she cries over her emotions. He could tell her how sorry he is for leaving her and her telling him how sorry she is for being a bitch. Gosh no. Fuck this shit.

...

I wake up the next morning in a better mood. I search for my phone and when I light it, it has a missed call from Travis. He called me around 2am and by that time I was dead sleeping. I'm now thinking that something happened, why would he call me around that hour?

I swipe my thump on his contact to call.

"Moring", he answers.

"You okay? How's your son?", I ask all that at once.

"He's okay", he says. Thank God, I murmur. "I called to find out so yeah, he's alright",

"Oh, those are good news. I'm glad", I reply. Today is my day off so I might as well be lazy all day with nothing to worry about since Travis's son, Taylor, is alright. Plus it's a Sunday so what could be more interesting than being in bed.

After hanging up the call, I pull the blanket over my head and bury myself.

...

4pm, Travis calls.

"Babe", I answer.

"How are you?", he asks. I'm laying on the couch infront of the T.V. I actually called him earlier and he didn't pick up, but I'm not mad over that, I'm just fighting the thought of maybe he let it ring cause he doesnt wanna tell me he's finally back with his baby mama.

"I'm all good", I reply. "Hows your son?", I ask.

"He's okay. He's back from the hospital and talks too much so-",

"That's great", I nod. I wanna ask about Kami but I decide not to. "So he's home with you?",

"No, he's with his mum. I'm down here at that mechanic near your house. My car isn't starting apparently",

I'm thinking who he's with. It could be he's with his friend Sarki since they're inseparably. "You with your friend?",

"No", he answers quickly, which is hard to believe. "I'll call you when I'm done and there to see you",

I haven't even taken a bath so him telling me he'll come over gets me up from the couch. I run to my room and out, confused on what to do, forgetting that baths are taken in the bathroom. Then it hits me. I'd be a fool to rush things for Travis, that guy takes his precious time to get here.

I slow my pace, get to the bathroom, fill the tub with warm water, take a bath then head to my bedroom after. With the towel around my naked body, I start tossing clothes from my wardrobe to my bed as I try to decide on what to wear.

My phone vibrates letting me know of an incoming notification.

Babe I'm outside-; I read Travis's text and gasp. He's here too damn early. I'm not even dressed yet. I haven't even decided on what to wear.

I'll be out in a few minutes-; I reply. He's gonna have to wait.

I then decide to wear a short denim dungaree with a Solomon sky blue tshirt and flops. After I head out.

Travis's car is parked by my house. Apparently his car still has a starting problem so I don't know what exactly he was fixing.

"How are you gonna bring me back?", I ask as he's about to kick start the car.

"You coming back?", he asks.

"Emm yeah", I roll my eyes. "I didn't take my house keys",

He stops his attempts of starting the car. "Go get your house keys please",

I do as I'm told.

After switching off my bedroom light and grabbing my house keys, Travis drives us to his Gran's, our temporary house.

Before getting there, around the corner on the other street from his house, cars are filled by the pub called Givers since Car spinning is happening. Travis likes spinning cars, so we decide that we'll leave the car locked up in the garage and we'll come back even though we both know I'm afraid of cars. I'm terrified of spinning cars if I have to make it clear.

We didn't get to stay long. We went back to his grans, we applied gentle magic soap on our faces then took a shower. After we had passionate sex and he ended up falling asleep on the couch. I tried waking him up a few times but he didnt bother to wake up.

Finally he wakes up and we head to bed. Around 1:30 AM I wake up, sliding off the bed.

"Where you going?", he asks in his sleepy voice.

"To the bathroom, I need to pee", I whisper.

"Okay", it kinda amazes me that he doesn't want me apart from his side. When I come back from the bathroom I wake him up asking if he could go pour me a glass of cold drink. He actually gets up with no complaints. I follow him to the kitchen for my cold drink. He opens the fridge and realise that it isn't in there.

"Crap", he closes the door. "It's this side", I follow him to the sitting room with my glass in hand. Just as I pick the drink up to pour in my glass, he decides to pin me against the wall and fucks me hard. Then falls asleep on the couch yet again.

"I'm gonna leave you here if you sleep",

"No you won't", he smirks.

"Okay", I nod. He doesn't know me that well I see, so he falls asleep and I actually leave him on the couch and head to bed. Before getting on bed I pull out his old tshirt from his drawers and put it on, then got on bed for my sweet lala dreams.

...

I wake up with the urge to pee. I've got it so bad I almost peed myself during my sleep, while thinking that it's just a dream. Its probably the last drink I had last night.

I quickly slide off bed and had the the bathroom. The toilet seat is a bit cold but I ignore it as I release the heavy pressure in my bladder. Once I'm done, I wash my hands and head back to bed, only to find it empty. I get on bed then search for my phone under my pillow. I light it up and find out its 2:45AM. Gasping, I slide off bed and head to the living room. I'm not even surprised to find him on the couch. He's still laying there peacefully, even though I'd be in pain if I were him. That couch isn't close to being comfortable. Its an old couch that looks tired to even old up a big ass grown up to sleep all night on it. I'm just wondering how the hell does he sleep this long without feeling how uncomfortable he is.

"Hey, wake up", I shake his arm.

"Shit", he jumps up checking his surroundings. "What-",

"Told you I'd leave you here", I turn back and leave him there, heading back to bed.

As I pull the covers to cover my tiny body, he walks in the bedroom and climbs on to bed like he didnt just wake up from tha couch.

"Did you enjoy the couch?", I ask.

"Yeah, it was nice", he replies then pulls me into his arms. "I was gonna wake up eventually, just so you know", he adds.

I chuckle. "You're lying",

"Whatever", he places his head on my shoulder as his hands are wrapped around me, then smiles and say, "goodnight",

"Its morning", I roll my eyes. He's too sleepy to even entertain me. I relax to his hold and fall back into sleep.